Moyes Quotes & Sayings

Sometimes, I said, a lie is the way of least pain for everyone. — Jojo Moyes

Teenagers are basically toddlers with hormones - old enough to want to do stuff without having any of the common sense. — Jojo Moyes

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. — Jojo Moyes

I looked at my boyfriend and wondered if he was actually an alien. — Jojo Moyes

Without someone to talk to, every sight I saw - whether it was the Trevi Fountain or a canal in Amsterdam - felt simply like a name on a list that I needed to check off. — Jojo Moyes

How come you always make everything better?'
'I just don't like seeing you sad. — Jojo Moyes

I heard him and could well imagine what he had been like in those business meetings, the career that had made him rich and arrogant. He was a man who was used to being heard, after all. He couldn't bear it that in some way I had the power to dictate his future, that I had somehow become Mother again. It — Jojo Moyes

So once upon a time Ed met a girl who was the most optimistic person he had even know. A girl who wore flip-flops in the hope of spring. She seemed to bounce through life like Tigger; the things that would have felled most people didn't seem to touch her. Or if she did fall, she bounced right back. She fell again, plastered on a smile, dusted herself off, and kept going. He never could work out whether it was the single most heroic thing or the most idiotic thing he'd ever seen. — Jojo Moyes

Psychic." "Thirty pounds a ticket, they're paying, to sit there with a glass of cheap white wine and shout, "Yes!" when someone asks did someone in the audience have a relative whose name began with J. — Jojo Moyes

We seem to live in an age where we are quietly appalled by the idea of appetites, whether they be for sex, food or diamonds. — Jojo Moyes

Ellie's head sinks into her hands, and she weeps for the unknown Boot, for Jennifer, for chances missed and a life wasted. She cries for herself, because nobody will ever love her like he loved Jennifer, and because she suspects that she is spoiling what might have been a perfectly good, if ordinary, life. 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. — Jojo Moyes

Very few troubles in life couldn't be lessened by a nice smile - that was what her mother always said. — Jojo Moyes

A face whose emotions had not yet been battered by experience. — Jojo Moyes

I stared at them. 'Every time what?' I said, as Nathan put the money into Will's hand.
'He said you'd be reading a book. I said you'd be watching telly. He always wins.'
My sandwich stilled at my lips. 'Always?
You've been betting on how boring my life is? — Jojo Moyes

Knowledge is power, Clark — Jojo Moyes

You know, you spend your whole life feeling like you don't quite fit in anywhere. And then you walk into a room one day, whether it's at university or an office or some kind of club, and you just go, 'Ah. There they are.' And suddenly you feel at home. — Jojo Moyes

I wanted to live as Edouard did, joyfully, sucking the marrow out of every moment and singing because it tasted so good. — Jojo Moyes

Tanzie knew Nicky was thinking what she was thinking - that Mum had finally gone mad. But she had read somewhere that mad people were like sleepwalkers - it was best not to disturb them. So she nodded really slowly, like this was all making good sense. — Jojo Moyes

There is nothing more disconcerting to passers-by than to see a man in a wheelchair pleading with a woman who is meant to be looking after him. It's apparently not really the done thing to be angry with your disabled charge. Especially — Jojo Moyes

None of us lasts forever, do we? If I'm honest, seeing her like that was an unwelcome reminder of my own mortality. Of what I had been. Of what we all must become. — Jojo Moyes

I'm dreading it," says Corinne. "Somehow thirty-one sounds like you might only be just past thirty, still almost technically in your twenties. Thirty-two sounds ominously close to thirty-five. — Jojo Moyes

But I saw the way Louisa looked at him then, a strange mixture of pride and gratitude on her face, and I was suddenly immensely glad that she was there. — Jojo Moyes

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. — Jojo Moyes

Sometimes, she told herself, life was a series of obstacles that just had to be negotiated, possibly through sheer act of will. She stared out at the muddy blue of the endless sea, gulped in the air, lifted her chin, and decided that she could survive this. She could survive most things. It was nobody's right to be happy, after all. — Jojo Moyes

I would show him the hotel brochure, but — Jojo Moyes

What are you doing?"
"Thinking."
"That sounds dangerous. — Jojo Moyes

I wrote three books before I got one published. Most writers do. Have faith, and know that with each work you are getting better. — Jojo Moyes

My phone, strolled downstairs for too-strong hospital — Jojo Moyes

It is perfectly possible to converse with any cat, from prize-winning Siamese to alley tabby. Humans who are slow learners may start with a highly articulate Siamese and progress in time to the more sensitive and difficult business of talking to scared strays. Other people, naturally gifted, can talk to any cat right away. — Patricia Moyes

Brutality is sometimes easier to endure than ridicule. — Patricia Moyes

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. — Jojo Moyes

I was good at keeping secrets from my parents (it's one of the things we learn while growing up, after all). — Jojo Moyes

I found the support inside Old Trafford has been terrific and, if there was ever a show of support for the football club and team, it was in this game. Inside Old Trafford it was terrific, it really was. — David Moyes

I can never pass a cat in the street without greeting it and exchanging a few words, and the cat invariably replies. — Patricia Moyes

But I'm a single mother,' she'd said. 'And, worse, I don't do flirting. I wouldn't know how to flirt with someone if Louisa stood behind them holding up placards. And — Jojo Moyes

she knew that something happened to you when your mother didn't hold you close, or tell you all the time that you were the best thing ever, or even notice when you were home: a little part of you sealed over. — Jojo Moyes

The only way to avoid being left behind was to start moving. — Jojo Moyes

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

Will's eyes locked onto mine and despite everything, — Jojo Moyes

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. — Jojo Moyes

I thought about the warm skin and soft hair and hands of someone living, someone who was far cleverer and funnier than I would ever be and who still couldn't see a better future than to obliterate himself. — Jojo Moyes

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

At his apartment she peed with the bathroom door open. It sounded like a visiting horse was relieving itself. — Jojo Moyes

I felt the mood shift. And, for no reason at all other than that he didn't expect it, I climbed fully clothed into the bath and kissed him as he laughed and spluttered. I was suddenly glad of his solidity in a world where it was so easy to fall. — Jojo Moyes

I kissed him and let my lips rest against his so that our breath mingled and the tears from my eyes became salt on his skin, and I told myself that, somewhere, tiny particles of him would become tiny particles of me, ingested, swallowed, alive, perpetual. — Jojo Moyes

Why do women always have to go over and over a situation until it becomes a problem? — Jojo Moyes

I ache, I rattle with supplements, and my grandchildren cannot believe I have ever been anything but prehistoric. — Jojo Moyes

Everyone should drink champagne on their birthday. — Jojo Moyes

All the stuff that was important or interesting about me was what I couldn't share. — Jojo Moyes

Still watches too much porn, though. You can tell. — Jojo Moyes

I see all this talent, all this ... this energy and brightness and ... potential. Yes. Potential. And I cannot for the life of me see how you can be content to live this tiny life. This life that will take place almost entirely within a five mile radius and contain nobody who will ever surprise you or push you or show you things that will leave your head spinning and unable to sleep at night. — Jojo Moyes

Too many people follow their own happiness without a thought for the damage they leave in their wake. — Jojo Moyes

I want to tell him that I don't know what i feel. I want him but i'm frightened to want him. I don;t want my happiness to be entirely dependent on somebody else's to be a hostage to fortunes I cannot control. — Jojo Moyes

She'd read somewhere that you only truly saw what someone looked like in the first few minutes of meeting them, that after then it was only an impression, colored by what you thought of them. — Jojo Moyes

More my son, I found myself thinking. You were never really there for him. Not emotionally. You were just the absence he was always striving to impress. — Jojo Moyes

All babies look like currant buns to me. — Jojo Moyes

It was indeed a gift to have someone to love. — Jojo Moyes

Liv sits in the silent cubicle for as long as she can without someone staging an intervention, listening as several women come in, sometimes in pairs, chattering as they check hair and makeup. She checks for nonexistent e-mail and plays Scrabble on her phone. Finally, after scoring "flux," she gets up, flushes, and washes her hands, staring at her reflection with a kind of perverse satisfaction. Her makeup has smudged beneath one eye. She fixes this in the mirror, wondering why she bothers, given that she is about to sit next to Roger again. — Jojo Moyes

And suddenly everything was pure sound. I felt the music like a physical thing; it didn't just sit in my ears, it flowed through me, around me, made my senses vibrate. It made my skin prickle and my palms dampen. Will hadn't described any of it like this. I had thought I might be bored. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. And — Jojo Moyes

Best before: 19 March 2007 — Jojo Moyes

Beside me Sam had started to shake silently. "Stop them," he murmured. "I'm going to bust my stitches. — Jojo Moyes

You never know what will happen when you fall from a great height. — Jojo Moyes

Suicide can be used as a very cruel weapon, you know. It can be the ultimate revenge, leaving a scar that a living person may carry to the grave. — Patricia Moyes

What became clear as I sat on my plastic chair and drank my instant coffee was that I had somehow found myself on the other side. I had crossed a bridge. Their struggle was no longer my struggle. It wasn't that I would ever stop grieving for Will, or loving him, or missing him, but that my life seemed to have somehow landed back in the present. — Jojo Moyes

Unless you sell millions, I think it's very hard as a writer not to feel anxious about what you put out. I always feel I could do better. — Jojo Moyes

Page 117 Sam says "You learn to live with it, with them. Because they do stay with you, even if they're not living, breathing people anymore. It's not the same crushing grief you felt at first, the kind that swamps you and makes you want to cry in the wrong places and irrationally angry with all the idiots who are still alive when the person you love is dead. It's just something you learn to accommodate. Like adapting around a hole. I don't know. It's like you become ... a doughnut instead of a bun." page 117 — Jojo Moyes

How do you know? You've done nothing, been nowhere. How do you have the faintest idea what kind of person you are?" How could someone like him have the slightest clue what it felt like to be me? I felt almost cross with him for willfully not getting it. "Go on. Open — Jojo Moyes

Not everything is black and white. Much as we would like it to be. — Jojo Moyes

Don't let that thing define you -Will Traynor — Jojo Moyes

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 — Jojo Moyes

Sometimes you need time away to sort things out in your head. It makes everything clearer. — Jojo Moyes

But then I knew better than anyone how the persona you chose to present to the world could be very different from what was really inside. I knew how grief could make you behave in ways you couldn't even begin to understand. — Jojo Moyes

The men were less interesting to look at, but nearly all had that air about them that I could sometimes detect in Will
of wealth and entitlement, a sense that life would settle itself agreeably around them. — Jojo Moyes

One doesn't really grow older; it's just that other people grow younger. — Patricia Moyes

I told him something good. — Jojo Moyes

bunched formation of fighter planes, it — Jojo Moyes

Loved reading Me Before You and The Girl You Left Behind. Both stories kept me very involved with sometimes twists and turns that I did not expect! — Jojo Moyes

He kissed her, and knew he was trying to tell her the depth of how he felt. Even as he lost himself in her, felt her hair sweep across his face, his chest, her lips meet his skin, her fingers, he understood that there were people for whom one other was their missing part. — Jojo Moyes

But I want him to live if he wants to live. If he doesn't, then by forcing him to carry on, you, me - no matter how much we love him - we become just another shitty bunch of people taking away his choices. Nathan — Jojo Moyes

Just live well. Just live — Jojo Moyes

The only thing Jess really cared about were those two children and letting them know they were okay. Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you had your mother at your back, you'd be okay. Some deep-rooted part of you would know you were loved. That you deserved to be loved. — Jojo Moyes

They say you only really appreciate a garden once you reach a certain age, and I suppose there is a truth in that. It's probably something to do with the great circle of life. There seems to be something miraculous about seeing the relentless optimism of new growth after the bleakness of winter, a kind of joy in the difference every year, the way nature chooses to show off different parts of the garden to its full advantage. — Jojo Moyes

I swallowed. "Mum, you're not going to get divorced, are you?" Her eyes shot open. "Divorced? I'm a good Catholic girl, Louisa. We don't divorce. We just make our men suffer for all eternity." She waited just for a moment, and then she started to laugh. — Jojo Moyes

What they did not know was that she chafed at the never-endingness of it. No sooner had she cleaned one surface than it was dirty again. Clothes, even those barely worn, found themselves in crumpled heaps in linen baskets so that she yelled at Kitty and Thierry, hating her shrewish voice. Once, bored to within an inch of her sanity by the act of hanging out yet another lineful, she had simply turned, dropped the basket and walked straight into the lake, pausing only to remove her shoes. The water had been so shockingly cold that it had knocked the breath from her chest, and left her laughing for the sheer joy of feeling something. — Jojo Moyes

I often ordered chips, just so that I could watch them all pretend they didn't want one. — Jojo Moyes

Even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you had your mother at your back, you'd be okay. Some deep-rooted part of you would know you were loved. That you deserved to be loved. - Jojo Moyes, One Plus One — Jacqueline Winspear

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

Because there would be lonely days. And bad days. And days when I wondered what the hell I had just agreed to be part of. Because that was all part of the adventure too. — Jojo Moyes

Do you think they vacuum every day, like we do? — Jojo Moyes

This is the story of a family who didn't fit in. A little girl who was a bit geeky and liked maths more than makeup. And a boy who liked makeup and didn't fit into any tribes. — Jojo Moyes

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

There's only one response, and I can tell you this because I see it every day. You LIVE. And you throw yourself into everything and try not to think about the bruises. — Jojo Moyes

Conned any other women out of their valuables lately ?" she says quietly, so quietly that only he will hear it.
"Nope. I've been too busy stealing handbags and seducing the vulnerable."
Her head shoots up and his eyes lock on hers. He is, she sees with some shock, as furious as she is. — Jojo Moyes

There is nothing redemptive about the loss of a child, no lessons of value it can teach you. It is too big, too overwhelming, too black to articulate. It is a bleak, overwhelming physical pain, shocking in its intensity, and every time you think you might have moved forward an inch it swells back, like a tidal wave, to drown you again. — Jojo Moyes

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. — Jojo Moyes

I would like to thank the United staff for making me feel so welcome and part of the United family from my first day. And of course thank you to those fans who have supported me throughout the season. — David Moyes

Vicariously,'" she said slowly. "You'll have to tell me what that means, Anthony." The way she said his name induced a kind of intimacy. It promised something, a repetition in some future time. "It means" - Anthony's mouth had dried - "it means pleasure gained through the pleasure of someone else. — Jojo Moyes

David Moyes, in Italy, would have been sacked three times now. — Gianluca Vialli

You said you were good with people. And you seem to like ... theatrical ... clothing. He glanced at my tights, which were green and glittery. — Jojo Moyes

For every book that I write ... I develop a history for each person and make sure they are well rounded and flawed. You have to know everything about them from their shoe size, to where they went to school, to what their first pet was, to what they like to eat, to what they want out of life. — Jojo Moyes