Try to write at least 500 words a day. You may ditch 499 of them tomorrow, but you will still be moving forward.
JOJO MOYESKnowing you still have possibilities is a luxury. Knowing I might have given them to you has alleviated something for me.
More Jojo Moyes Quotes
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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.
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Most days now his loss is a part of her, an awkward weight she carries around, invisible to everyone else, subtly altering the way she moves through the day. But today, the Anniversary of the day he died, is a day when all bets are off.
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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,
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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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I held him close and said nothing, all the while telling him silently that he was loved. Oh, but he was loved.
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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.
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And then, just like that, my heart broke. My face crumpled, my composure went and I held him tightly and I stopped caring that he could feel the shudder of my sobbing body because grief swamped me.
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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.
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There is a whole lot more to life than winning.
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I know this isn’t a conventional love story.
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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?
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I chose to believe that God, a benign God, would understand our sufferings and forgive us our trespasses.
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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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…I told him a story of two people. Two people who shouldn’t have met, and who didn’t like each other much when they did, but who found they were the only two people in the world who could possibly have understood each other.
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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.
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