Quotes from Jojo Moyes

Solo se vive una vez. En realidad, es tu deber que sea una vida plena.

I thought how lucky you might be to find not one but two extraordinary men to love - and what a fluke it was if they happened to love you back.

I chose to believe that God, a benign God, would understand our sufferings and forgive us our trespasses.

You know what makes me feel down? The way you keep promising to live some kind of a life, then sacrifice yourself to every waif and stray who comes across your path.

Who was it who had said you were only as happy as your unhappiest child?

I know I shouldn't be," he murmured, "but I woke up really happy." His face scanned hers. "I mean, like, really, stupidly happy. Like even though my whole life is a disaster, I just...I feel okay. I look at you, and I feel okay.

You've scored on my heart...

Jess's grandmother had often said that the key to a happy life was a short memory.

But just as nature abhors a vacuum -- so does the human heart.

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.

Do you know what my name is, converted to binary code?" He looked at her. "Is Tanzie your full name?" "No. But it's the one I use." He blew out his cheeks. "Um. Okay. 01010100 01100001 01101110 01111010 01101001 01100101." "Did you say 1010 at the end? Or 0101?" "1010. Duh.

If you'd bothered to ask me, Clark, if you'd bothered to consult me just once about this so-called fun outing of ours, I could have told you. I hate horses, and horse racing. Always have. But you didn't bother to ask me. You decided what you thought you'd like me to do, and you went ahead and did it. You did what everyone else does. You decided for me.

I remembered Agnes's words: that we who traveled far from home would always have our hearts in two places. I placed my hand on the candlewick bedspread. And, finally, I wept.

Don't let that thing define you" -Will Traynor

I laughed and shook my head. 'I don't think so. My mum doesn't really go out. And it's not my cup of tea.' 'Like films with subtitles weren't your cup of tea?' I frowned at him. 'I'm not your project, Will. This isn't My Fair Lady.' 'Pygmalion.' 'What?' 'The play you're referring to. It's Pygmalion. My Fair Lady is just its bastard offspring.

Convinced that if she wished hard enough, good things would finally happen.

You had to seize the day. You had to embrace opportunities as they came. You had to be the kind of person who said yes.

there was another way to live. A way that did not involve anesthetizing yourself. A way that did not mean you lived your whole life as an apology for who you were.

Most days now his loss is a part of her, an awkward weight she carries around, invisible to everyone else, subtly altering the way she moves through the day.

And it was suddenly very simple: There was no choice.

You shut down a library Louisa, you don't just shut down a building, you shut down hope.

Are you still with this man? On no, She sniffed. I realized pretty quickly I couldn't marry a man without a bookshelf. No bookshelf? In his house. Not even a little one in his loo for the Reader's Digest. Many people in this country don't read books. He didn't have one book. Not even a true crime. Or a Jeffrey Archer. I mean, what does that tell you about someone's character?

It wasn't that Ed would make it okay--he had his own problems to deal with--but somehow the sum of them added up to something better. They would make it okay.

The morning dragged and lasted two years.