I chose to believe that God, a benign God, would understand our sufferings and forgive us our trespasses.
JOJO MOYESCheap as chips, cheap as chips, it’s a British expression. There’s no couture in their darling.
More Jojo Moyes Quotes
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“You cut yourself off from all sorts of experiences because you tell yourself you are ‘not that sort of person'” “But, I’m not.” “How do you know?
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But just as nature abhors a vacuum — so does the human heart.
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I know there are all sorts of reasons I shouldn’t even be saying what I am. But I love you. I do. I knew it when I left Patrick. And I think you might even love me a little bit.
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You have all grown up expecting things to go your way almost instantaneously.
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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.
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If all we are allowed is hours, minutes, I want to be able to etch each of them on to my memory with exquisite clarity so that I can recall them at moments like this, when my very soul feels blackened.
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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.
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Knowing you still have possibilities is a luxury. Knowing I might have given them to you has alleviated something for me.
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I thought the world had actually ended. I thought nothing good could ever happen again.
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There is a whole lot more to life than winning.
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You’ve done nothing, been nowhere. How do you have the faintest idea what kind of person you are?”
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Do you know how hard it is to say nothing? When every atom of you strains to do the opposite?
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“What if I like watching television? What if I don’t want to do much else other than read a book?”.
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My nerve endings seemed to have come alive; they almost jangled with anticipation I was going to see Will. Whatever else,
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I kissed him, trying to bring him back. 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.
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