Quotes from Jojo Moyes

hand. This little patch of paper suddenly bore a whole heap of responsibility. I had a hundred and seventeen days in which to convince Will Traynor that he had a reason to live.

My thoughts whirred and tumbled and fell in a great toxic cloud. And I hated myself for them. And they whirred and fell some more.

I conjured for him electric skies and iridescent seas and evenings full of laughter and silly jokes.

I saw the vulnerabilities, the love, the history. That's what he was asking me to extinguish—the small child as well as the man—all that love, all that history. And

watched the other people in the pub, wondering about their lives. Each of them would have huge events in their own families—babies loved and lost, dark secrets, great joys and tragedies.

Mr. BlackBerry makes me feel like Miss Gooseberry." The pout again. "I feel like there's always a third person vying for your attention.

It was deceptive, the sunshine- it promised more than it could actually deliver.

Hudepohl beer in his hand.

She seemed to bounce through life like Tigger;

Don't think of me too often. I don't want to think of you getting all maudlin. Just live well. Just live. Love, Will

The difference between growing up like me and growing up likeWill was the he wore his sense of entitlement lightly. I think if you grow up like he had done, with wealthy parents, in a nice house, if you go to good school and nice restaurants as a matter of course, you just have this sense that good things will fall into place, that your position in the world is naturally an elevated one.

Nobody ever says "sweet girl" about someone they were in love with. It's like the whole "we'll still be friends" thing. It means you didn't feel enough.' He was briefly amused. 'So what would I have said if I had been in love with her?' 'You would have looked very serious, and said, "Karen. Complete nightmare," or shut down and gone all "I don't want to talk about it.

It's nineties music. Olden-days stuff!" she said cheerfully, and I tried not to think too hard about the fact that I was, in her eyes, basically geriatric.

have given up my best years and watched my friends freeze, drown and burn. I have given up my innocence, my friends their lives, so that I might grieve for what I was never sure I even wanted. At least, until it was too late.

Psychic." "Thirty pounds a ticket, they're paying, to sit there with a glass of cheap white wine and shout, "Yes!" when someone asks did someone in the audience have a relative whose name began with J.

tracksuit bottoms," said William. That day I didn't want to speak. I was only there because I couldn't face the silence of my little flat. I had a sudden, sneaking

And all she heard was the scream, the screaming that went on and on, the sound of the end of the word, the worst sound you ever heard, and she realized it was her it was her it was the sound of her own voice.

Podría haberle mirado a los ojos para siempre.

And all she heard was the scream, the screaming that went on and on, the sound of the end of the world, the worst sound you ever heard, and she realized it was her it was her it was the sound of her own voice.

Te vas a sentir incómoda en tu nuevo mundo durante un tiempo. Siempre es extraño vernos fuera del lugar donde estábamos cómodos».

I had never considered that you might miss a job like you missed a limb -- a constant, reflexive thing. I hadn't thought as well as the obvious fears about money, and your future, losing your job would make you feel inadequate, and a bit useless. That it would be harder to get up in the morning than you were rudely shocked in to consciousness by the alarm. That you might missed the people you worked with, no matter how little you had in common with them.

Here's the thing about middle-class people. They pretend not to look, but they do. They're too polite to actually stare. Instead, they do this weird thing of catching sight of Will in their field of vision and then determinedly not looking at him. Until he's gone past, at which point their gaze flickers toward him, even while they remain in conversation with someone else. They won't talk about him, though. Because that would be rude. As

The difference between growing up like me and growing up like Will was that wore his sense of entitlement lightly. I think if you grow up like he had done, with wealthy parents, in a nice house, if you go to good schools and nice restaurants as a matter of course, you just have this sense that good things will fall into place, that your position in the world is naturally an elevated one.

No sabía que la música era capaz de abrir puertas dentro de uno mismo, de transportarte a un lugar que ni el compositor habría previsto.