Top 400 Jojo Moyes Quotes (2024 Update)
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401. “Why had I wasted so much time worrying about what was not important?”

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402. “We move on always carrying with us those we have lost. What we aim to do in our little group is ensure that carrying them is not a burden that feels impossible to bear, a weight keeping us stuck in the same place. We want their presence to feel like a gift.”

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403. “She could show her daughter that there was another way to live. A way that did not involve anesthetizing yourself. A way that did not mean you lived your whole life as an apology for who you were.”

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404. “For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under the heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.”

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405. “You have self-respect. You have friends. You have satisfaction every day, of a job well done. You have agency over your own life. These are not small things.”

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406. “It’s not the bloody carrots that upset me. It’s having them sneaked into my food by a madwoman who addresses the cutlery as Mr and Mrs Fork.”

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407. “Trust that I am here. Trust me by my actions, my affections. Those are my currency.”

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408. “How does one lift one’s own life out of the mundane and into something epic? Surely one should be brave enough to love?”

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409. “I felt suddenly, unbearably tired. I felt this peculiar urge to say sorry, and I wasn’t sure what for.”

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410. “Wisdom and knowledge shall be the stability of thy times.”

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411. “She had seeped into his consciousness so thoroughly, absorbing all lucid thought, that not only could he think of nothing else but no longer cared to.”

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412. “Thank you for their continuing faith and endless support.”

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413. “If I let myself love you it would consume me. There would be nothing but you. I would be constantly afraid that you might change your mind. And then, if you did, I would die.”

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414. “She didn’t actually criticize me – she was too genteel even to raise her voice – but the way she blinked slowly at my responses, her little hmm-hmm, as I spoke, told me everything I needed to know.”

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415. “Thank you. It was a bit of a surprise, but a very welcome one.”

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416. “They sat in companionable silence, sipping their tea.”

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417. “I should have listened to my father. “Want to know the true definition of the triumph of hope over experience?” he would say. “Plan a fun family day out.”

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418. “I was so furious, you see, that all around me were things that could move and bend and grow and reproduce, and my son- my vital, charismatic, beautiful boy- was just this thing. Immobile, wilted, bloodied, suffering.”

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419. “Si sente vivo e spregiudicato. Vuole vedere Nell ridere. Vuole andare in un club e ballare con lei fino alle ore piccole, con una mano sulla sua schiena sudata, tenendo gli occhi incatenati ai suoi. Vuole rimanere sveglio fino all’alba per un buon motivo, eccitato dall’alcol, dal divertimento e dalla magia di Parigi. Vuole assaporare la sensazione di speranza che nasce dall’incontro con una persona sconosciuta, qualcuna che vede solo il meglio di te, non il peggio.”

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420. “It could be oddly dispiriting, the blank refusal of humankind to even attempt to function responsibly.”

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421. “It’s not a matter of giving you a chance. I’ve watched you these six months becoming a whole different person, someone who is only just beginning to see her possibilities. You have no idea how happy that has made me. I don’t want you to be tied to me.”

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422. “But mostly I felt filled with horror. I was haunted by what I now knew. How could you live each day knowing that you were simply whiling away the days until your own death? How could this man whose skin I had felt that morning under my fingers – warm, and alive – choose to just extinguish himself? How could it be that, with everyone’s consent, in six months’ time that same skin would be decaying under the ground?”

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423. “You are pretty much the only thing that wants me to walk up in the morning.”

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424. “Strength – real strength – is not doing what someone asks you, necessarily. Strength is turning up every day to a situation that is intolerable, unbearable even, just to support the people you love. Strength is being in that terrible room hour after hour even though every cell in your body is telling you it’s too much for you to cope with.”

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425. “Those few seconds were the longest I could remember.”

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426. “She looked a bit like a different person. It was weird. Just a few weeks away from home could rub the familiarity right off of someone.”

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427. “I wondered how it would feel to be out there, on your own, in the middle of nowhere.”

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428. “Oh, my God, my darling, how did you survive this man? “I guess it’s like the frog in boiling water, right?” Nisha says. “No marriage starts off bad. I guess by the time you realize how weird it’s gotten you’re up to your neck.”

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429. “She had earned every one of her bruises and blisters, had built a new Alice over the frame of one with whom she had never felt entirely comfortable.”

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430. “We want their presence to feel like a gift.”

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431. “Strength is turning up every day to a situation that is intolerable, unbearable even, just to support the people you love.”

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432. “That some things are a gift, even if you don’t get to keep them. Maybe just to know that something this beautiful exists is all we can really ask for.”

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433. “I’m not very romantic in real life. I guess love is the thing that makes us do the most extraordinary things – the emotion that can bring us highest or lowest, or be the most transformative – and extremes of emotion are always interesting to write about.”

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434. “Men find it easier to work than to deal with anything else.”

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435. “She tries to imagine Carl getting his pubic hair lasered to make sure he was attractive enough for her, and it’s so unthinkable she laughs out loud. And now, because she is female and did all the things expected of her, she’s been discarded for a younger, supposedly sweeter model.”

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436. “I swore I wouldn’t contact you again. But six weeks on, and I feel no better. Being without you-thousands of miles from you-offer is no relief at all. The fact that I am no longer tormented by your presence, or presented with daily evidence of my inability to have the one thing I truly desire, has not healed me. It has made things worse. My future feels like a bleak, empty road.”

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437. “I ate new foods, walked strange streets, spoke to people in a language that wasn’t mine.”

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438. “This time the silence was painful. I heard my voice slowly swallowed by it, and couldn’t work out what to do with my hands.”

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439. “I took a deep breath, enjoying the unexpectedness of it all.”

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440. “Maybe that’s the thing we need to understand, Alice. That some things are a gift, even if you don’t get to keep them.”

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441. “My thoughts were chasing each other in circles.”

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442. “If you cannot fix it,” he says, “maybe you have to look at it differently.”

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443. “Because there would be lonely days. And bad days. And days when I wondered what the hell I had just agreed to be part of. Because that was all part of the adventure too.”

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444. “Want to know the true definition of the triumph of hope over experience? Plan a fun family day out.”

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445. “Jess’s grandmother had often said that the key to a happy life was a short memory.”

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446. “How was she supposed to bear the prospect of never seeing him again? Never seeing his face light up simply because she had walked into the room? Never catching his eye in a crowd, feeling the subtle heat that came with standing alongside a man she knew wanted her more than any other?”

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447. “He had this way of talking where you could never quite be sure that he wasn’t mocking you.”

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448. “There are no real secrets among the rich, it turns out. Just people paid to keep them.”

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