Quotes from Jojo Moyes

It was nice to feel something other than anxiety, or mute fury, the twin emotions that seemed to make up so much of my daily life.

Hey," he's saying softly, "hey . . . this isn't like you." How would you know? she thinks. Nobody knows what is like me. I'm not even sure I know.

I don't ask you to love me always like this but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside of me there will always be the person I am tonight.' F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night

Vi?a zaud?jums ir gluži k? kr?t?s izrauts caurums, nerimstoša smeldze, tukšums, kuru man nekad neizdosies aizpild?t.

To have someone out there who understands you, who drains you, who sees you as a better version of yourself, is the most astonishing gift.

We move on always carrying with us those we have lost. What we aim to do in our little group is ensure that carrying them is not a burden that feels impossible to bear, a weight keeping us stuck in the same place. We want their presence to feel like a gift.

no journey out of grief was straightforward. There would be good days and bad days. Today was just a bad day, a kink in the road, to be traversed and survived. I

She had earned every one of her bruises and blisters, had built a new Alice over the frame of one with whom she never felt entirely comfortable.

Es grib?ju v?nu, vair?kas lielas gl?zes, kas pal?dz?tu man sa?emties un neskat?ties atpaka?. Vai ar? visp?r nekur neskat?ties.

She cries because she is drunk and in her flat and there are few advantages to living on your own except being able to sob uninhibitedly at will

Recuerdo haber mirado las estrellas, sentirme desaparecer en esa profundidad infinita, mientras el suelo se tambaleaba con dulzura

I wish your sister was here. It seems wrong to have a celebration without her." Not to me, it didn't. Just for once, I was quite enjoying being the focus of attention. It might sound childish, but it was true. I loved having Will and Dad laughing about me. I loved the fact that every element of supper—from roast chicken to chocolate mousse—was my favorite. I liked the fact that I could be who I wanted to be without my sister's voice reminding me

He was met by a collective shriek as the brides parted like biblical waves around him.

I stared in disbelief at the little oasis of calm and beauty that had been created from my barren rooftop.

wine o'clock

I was once told by someone wise that writing is perilous, as you can't always guarantee your words will be read in the spirit in which they were written.

I simply got used to seeing people I didn't recognize wandering around.

I told him the story of two people. Two people who shouldn't have met, and who didn't like each other much when they did, but found they were the only two people in the would who could possibly have understood each other

he knew better than anyone that you couldn't make someone stay with you. There was no point trying to hang on to someone who didn't want you.

like brightly colored sparrows in and out of hedgerows.

Es pateicu vi?am, ka vi?u m?lu. Un vi?š man atbild?ja, ka ar to ir par maz.

He can't bear it. I've sat there with him and there is nothing I can say to the guy, nothing that is going to make it any better. He's been dealt the shittiest hand of cards you can imagine.

The woodland smelled of moss, damp wood and healthy decay, so unlike the sinister damp of the house, where she often found herself wondering what might be rotting away around them.

But in my experience there's not much that can't be fixed by a decent cup of tea…