Author of quotes: Jojo Moyes. Page 2

Communication with her was quite a worthy substitute for alcohol.

Anthony spoke to her as sincerely as men sometimes tell their innermost secrets to travel in trains because they know most likely they will never meet again, so these effusions did not oblige.

- Why do you then to work so hard?
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- For the very reason you mentioned, it's much easier than to deal with something else.

And I'm in the same instant when you looked into my eyes, I realized that if you do what you want, I'm gone. I can't leave you, won't be able to do this with you, as with others, will not be able to politely nod lourenço, meeting you with him at some restaurant. I'll never be able to accept the fact that you don't belong to me, and here I can no longer fool myself. That's why, darling, I clasped the button on your dress. That's why I spent two sleepless nights, hating myself for one decent thing in my entire life.

Mac knew that he loves his smart sophisticated wife, but did not know whether he has enough forces to continue to destroy the obstacles that she so firmly erected between them. You're right, he said to himself. Men get tired of "difficult" women, and therefore you're ruining what could be beautiful.

There is no other happiness than that which gives a favorite thing. It's your world, Henry. Only a fool will not see it. You cannot deprive a man of his world and expect him to be happy.

Could it be this simple? If you love someone, everything else ceases to have value the sacrifices remain in the past.

Say, at least by those few who had this experience, though buried the last second of life seem, paradoxically, even enjoyable. The resistance is finished, the water enters the lungs, the victim becomes helpless and gets his fortune some perverse pleasure.

To remain a Ghost much easier. Then your image gradually enveloped with a romantic flair and is only the brighter and won't fade under the action of harsh reality.

If a person stays a lot of time for reflection is a sure path to disaster.

It is much easier to accept the loss of a loved one, finding solace in the fact that he's at least happy. Because this is true love, isn't it? In any case, the wish of happiness to someone you love.

How could you?! - wanted to scream to me. - How can you look at it, if you know, how are you going to do with her?

... the pain of loss falls without mercy, without warning. Grief is similar to the incoming wave. She rolls on you and spins in a giant whirlpool threatening to drag down.

What's the point with someone close, if you then still lose?