Jojo Moyes Quotes

If I don't cry while writing a key emotional scene, my gut feeling is it's failed.

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

Some mistakes... Just have greater consequences than others. But you don't have to let the result of one mistake be the thing that defines you. You, Clark, have the choice not to let that happen.

I let him know a hurt had been mended in a way that he couldn’t have known, and for that alone there would always be a piece of me indebted to him.

Push yourself. Don't Settle. Just live well. Just LIVE.

There is a hunger in you. A fearlessness. You just buried it, like most people do.

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.

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

There is a whole lot more to life than winning.

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

When you put someone down all the time, eventually they stop listening to the sensible stuff.

He smelt of the sun, as if it had seeped deep into his skin, and I found myself inhaling silently, as if he were something delicious.

Just live well. Just live

We are all part of some great cycle, some pattern that it was only God's purpose to understand.

​​​​​​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.

Sometimes life is a series of obstacles, a matter of putting one foot in front of the other. Sometimes, she realizes suddenly, it is simply a matter of blind faith.

Somewhere in this world is a man who loves you, who understands how precious and clever and kind you are. A man who has always loved you and, to his detriment, suspects he always will.

Believe me, you have to have a certain confidence in your powers of descretion to let a dentist loose with a drill in your mouth less than an hour after you've...um...entertained his wife.

The triumph of hope over experience.

Try to write at least 500 words a day. You may ditch 499 of them tomorrow, but you will still be moving forward.

I had a hundred and seventeen days in which to convince Will Traynor that he had a reason to live.

I realized I was afraid of living without him. How is it you have the right to destroy my life, I wanted to demand of him, but I’m not allowed a say in yours? But I had promised.

Nobody fights you like your own sister; nobody else knows the most vulnerable parts of you and will aim for them without mercy.

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

But don't blame me for the food. My wife knows a hundred and one ways to incinerate a cow, and as far as I can tell she's still experimenting.

Do you know how hard it is to say nothing? When every atom of you strains to do the opposite? I had practiced not saying anything the whole way from the airport, and it was still nearly killing me.

I thought, briefly, that I would never feel as intensely connected to the world, to another human being, as I did at that moment.

All that counts is the truth. Without it you're basically just juggling people's daft ideas.

I just... want to be a man who has been to a concert with a girl in a red dress. Just for a few minutes more.

I can't do this because I can't...I can't be the man I want to be with you. And that means that this - this just becomes...another reminder of what I am not.

You can only actually help someone who wants to be helped.

... if you're going to wear a dress like that you need to wear it with confidence. You need to fill it out mentally as well as physically.

Sometimes, Clark, you are pretty much the only thing that makes me want to get up in the morning.

Only you, Will Traynor, could tell a woman how to wear a bloody dress.

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

How is it possible to exist with so much pain?

I worked out what would make me happy, and I worked out what I wanted to do, and I trained myself to do the job that would make those two things happen

Know that you hold my heart, my hopes, in your hands.

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.

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

How could you live each day knowing that you were simply whiling away the days until your own death?

Sit here long enough you get to know everything. You listen, see ?" She taps the side of her head. "Nobody listens any more. Everyone knows what they want to hear, but nobody actually listens.

Cheap as chips, cheap as chips, it's a British expression. There's no couture in their darling.

Real friends were the kind where you pick up where you'd left off, whether it be a week since you'd seen each other or two years.

It's complicated.' 'So's quantitative easing. But I still get that it means printing money.

I held him close and said nothing, all the while telling him silently that he was loved. Oh, but he was loved.

Astonishingly, not all girls get dressed just to please men.

She went kind of pink and laughed, the kind of laugh you do when you know yo shouldn't be laughing. The kind of laugh that spoke of a conspiracy.

I told him I loved him,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “And he just said it wasn’t enough.” Her eyes were wide and bleak . “How am I supposed to live with that?

I liked the fact that I could be who I wanted to be without my sister's voice reminding me of who I had been.