Do I do this to you?, he wondered, as he watched her eat. Or is this just the relief of being out from under the forbidden eye of that husband of yours?
JOJO MOYESDo I do this to you?, he wondered, as he watched her eat. Or is this just the relief of being out from under the forbidden eye of that husband of yours?
JOJO MOYESYou’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.
JOJO MOYESYou only get one life. It’s actually your duty to live it as fully as possible.
JOJO MOYESif 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 MOYESShe went kind of pink and laughed, the kind of laugh you do when you know yo shouldn’t be laughing.
JOJO MOYESYou’ve done nothing, been nowhere. How do you have the faintest idea what kind of person you are?”
JOJO MOYESI 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.
JOJO MOYESIf I don’t cry while writing a key emotional scene, my gut feeling is it’s failed.
JOJO MOYESI 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.
JOJO MOYESSometimes when you get hammered till the small hours you feel pretty good in the morning, but really it’s just because you’re still a bit drunk.
JOJO MOYESAnd it was suddenly very simple: There was no choice.
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 MOYESJust live well. Just live
JOJO MOYESHe 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.
JOJO MOYESI thought the world had actually ended. I thought nothing good could ever happen again.
JOJO MOYESI hadn’t realized that music could unlock things in you, could transport you to somewhere even the composer hadn’t predicted. It left an imprint in the air around you, as if you carried its remnants with you when you went.
JOJO MOYES