Quotes from Jojo Moyes

You know, you don't dress like someone from round here. I quite look forward to seeing what insane combination you're going to turn up in next.

my dad seems to think that's not the greatest reference. But in my experience there's not much that can't be fixed by a decent cup of tea…

He has an innate sense of courtesy, the kind of man who will instictively open a door for a woman, not because he's making some kind of chivalrous gesture but because it wouldn't occur to him not to open the door if someone needed to go through it.

I will never, ever regret the things I've done. Because most days, all you have are places in your memory that you can go to." ? Jojo Moyes, Me Before You

felt something rise inside me then, a feeling of joy and anticipation so great that it seemed as if the world had briefly stopped turning, like there was just me and the universe and a million good things that could happen if you only hung on in there.

Kau membatasi dirimu dari segala macam pengalaman karena kau meyakini bahwa kau 'bukan orang semacam itu'. - Jojo Moyes : Me Before You hlm.272

And what we learn through sharing our memories and our sadness and our little victories with one another is that it's okay to feel sad. Or lost. Or angry. It's okay to feel a whole host of things that other people might not understand, and often for a long time. Everyone has his or her own journey. We don't judge.

Suddenly she turned and, spotting me by the entrance, waved, her smile wide, her hair flying up around her face. "Hey, Lou!" she yelled. "I meant to say to you. Moving on doesn't mean you loved my dad any less, you know. I'm pretty sure even he would tell you that.

The worst thing about working as a caregiver is not what you might think. It's not the lifting and cleaning, the medicines and wipes, and the distant but somehow always perceptible smell of disinfectant. It's not even the fact that most people assume you're only doing it because you really aren't smart enough to do anything else. It's the fact that when you spend all day in proximity to someone, there is no escape from their moods. Or your own. Will

writing is perilous, as you can't always guarantee your words will be read in the spirit in which they were written.

There was something about sliding into a man's shirt – Fred's shirt – that made her breath catch in her throat.

As I did so, music began to echo through the apartment, first scales, then something melodic and beautiful. I stopped to listen, marveling at the sound, wondering how it must feel to be able to create something so gorgeous. I closed my eyes, letting it flow through me, remembering the evening when Will had taken me to my first concert and begun to force the world open for me. Live music was so much more three-dimensional than recorded-it short-circuited something deep within.

But I knew very well how the persona you chose to present to the world could be very different from what was inside.

hinted at his decision. I reread my own e-mail, wondering if perhaps I had sounded off-putting, too bold, too assertive, whether I had conveyed my own strength of feeling. I loved Sam. I wanted him with me. Did he understand how much? But having issued the most enormous of ultimata it

You're going to feel uncomfortable in your new world for a bit. It always does feel strange to be knocked out of your comfort zone. But

Te niegas todas estas experiencias porque te dices a ti misma que no eres «ese tipo de persona». —Pero es que no lo soy. —¿Cómo lo sabes? No has hecho nada, no has ido a ningún lugar. ¿Acaso tienes la menor idea de qué tipo de persona eres?

Even thinking about heading up there again made my heart thump harder; it took nothing for me to recall that sense of the world disappearing from beneath me, like a rug pulled from under my feet.

Let the flickering flame of your soul play all about me That into my limbs may come the keenness of fire …

It was strangely peaceful in that room. Through the crack in the curtains I could see the outside world, blanketed in white, still and beautiful. Inside it was warm and silent, only the odd tick and hiss of the central heating to interrupt my thoughts.

financial and energy-sapping struggle, was that being a parent on your own when you were totally out of your depth was actually the loneliest place on earth.

Time flew, and each ended the night full and happy, with the rare glow that comes from knowing your very being has been understood by someone else, and that there might just be someone out there who will only ever see the best in you.

They're paying her to sleep now. I could hear my father's exclamation. Praise the lord, she's found her dream career.

She swore loudly and slammed the rig into reverse, steering it round the garage,

Good things happen to good people.