Jojo Moyes Quotes - Page 2

He dropped his head and kissed her. He kisses her and it was a kiss of utter certainty, the kind of kiss during which monarchs die and whole continents fall without your even noticing.

They were like animals, men. They found too much eye contact threatening.

Everyone I've ever met who was worth knowing was a bit different at school. You just need to find your people''Find my people?''Your tribe

So this is it. You are scored on my heart, Clark.

It is important not to turn the dead into saints. Nobody can walk in the shadow of a saint.

You´re my son, Ed. You might be idiotic and irresponsible, but it doesn´t make the slightest difference to what I feel for you. I´m pissed off that you could have thought it would

Be thrown into a new life (or at least thrown with sush force against the life of someone who is like squashed his face against the window) forces you to rethink who you are. Or what causes impression for others

The triumph of hope over experience.

It's just that the thing you never understand about being a mother, until you are one, is that it is not the grown man - the galumphing, unshaven, stinking, opinionated off-spring - you see before you, with his parking tickets and unpolished shoes and complicated love life. You see all the people he has ever been all rolled up into one.I look at him and see the baby I held in my arms, dewing besotted, unable to believe that I'd created another human being. I see the toddler, reaching for my hand, the schoolboy weeping tears of fury after being bullied  by some other child. I saw the vulnerabilities, the love, the history.

Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you still had your mother or father at your back, you’d be okay.

The thing about being catapulted into a whole new life--or at least, shoved up so hard against someone else's life that you might as well have your face pressed against their window--is that it forces you to rethink your idea of who you are. Or how you might seem to other people.

I'm not letting go of you.

Its not a matter of giving you a chance. I've watched you these six months becoming a whole different person, someone who is only just beginning to see her possibilities. You have no idea how happy that has made me. I don't want you to be tied to me, to my hospital appointments, to the restrictions on my life. I don't want you to miss out on the things someone else could give you.

She had the world’s worst poker face: her feelings floated across them like reflections on a still pond.

Sometimes for our sanity own sanity we just have to look at the bigger picture.

She was always tired, these days. She put on one of those smiles that wasn’t really a smile at all, and they went on.

You only get one life. It's actually your duty to live it as fully as possible

There are normal hours, and then there are invalid hour, when time stalls and slips, when life -real life- seems to exist at one remove

I just want to be a man who has been to a concert with a girl in a red dress

And there it was. He knew it, and I knew it. There was nothing left for me to do. Do you know how hard it is to say nothing ? When every atom of you strains to do the opposite? I just tried to be, tried to absorb the man I loved through osmosis, tried to imprint what I had left of him on myself. I did not speak...

It is the death of hope that comes as the greatest relief

I hadn't thought that 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 then when you were rudely shocked into consciousness by the alarm. That you might miss the people you worked with, no matter how little you had in common with them. Or even that you might find yourself searching for familiar faces as you walked the high street.

I'm not letting go of you" - Sam

Sometimes I felt as if we were all wading around in grief, reluctant to admit to others how far we were waving or drowning.

When someone we love is snatched from us, it often feels very hard to make plans.Sometimes people feel like they have lost faith in the future, or they become superstitious.

You don't have to let that one thing be the thing that defines you.

How could I explain to this girl what Will and I had been to each other,the way I felt that no person in the world had ever understood me like he did or ever would again?How could she understand that losing him was like having a hole shot straight through me, a painful, constant reminder, an absence I could never fill?

You know, you can't make someone love you again. No matter how much you might want it. Sometimes, unfortunately, the timing is simply... off.