I had practiced not saying anything the whole way from the airport, and it was still nearly killing me.
JOJO MOYESI had practiced not saying anything the whole way from the airport, and it was still nearly killing me.
JOJO MOYESI know this isn’t a conventional love story.
JOJO MOYESTry to write at least 500 words a day. You may ditch 499 of them tomorrow, but you will still be moving forward.
JOJO MOYESThe 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,
JOJO MOYESShe does not want to feel even the faintest temptation to call his mobile number, as she had done obsessively for the first year after his death so she could hear his voice on the answering service.
JOJO MOYESI held him close and said nothing, all the while telling him silently that he was loved. Oh, but he was loved.
JOJO MOYESAnd it was suddenly very simple: There was no choice.
JOJO MOYESHow is it possible to exist with so much pain?
JOJO MOYESYou have all grown up expecting things to go your way almost instantaneously.
JOJO MOYESI could have told you. I hate horses, and horse racing. Always have. But you didn’t bother to ask me.
JOJO MOYESShe went kind of pink and laughed, the kind of laugh you do when you know yo shouldn’t be laughing.
JOJO MOYESBelieve 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.
JOJO MOYESIf 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.
JOJO MOYESReal 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.
JOJO MOYESIf I don’t cry while writing a key emotional scene, my gut feeling is it’s failed.
JOJO MOYESJust hold on. Just for a minute.” “Are you all right ?” I found my gaze dropping towards his chair, afraid some part of him was pinched, or trapped, that I had got something wrong.
JOJO MOYES