Quotes by Jojo Moyes

You´re my son, Ed. You might be idiotic and irresponsible, but it doesn´t make the slightest difference to what I feel for you. I´m pissed off that you could have thought it would

Everyone Ive ever met who was worth knowing was a bit different at school. You just need to find your peopleFind my people?Your tribe

The hardest thing about talking to teenagers, I had discovered, was that whatever you said inevitably came across like something an elderly aunt would say at a wedding.

Nobody ever feels they’re doing well with teenagers, he said. I think that’s kind of the point of them.

Nobody ever feels they’re doing well with teenagers,” he said. “I think that’s kind of the point of them.

I just want to be a man who has been to a concert with a girl in a red dress

Nell walks what feels like the length of Paris. She walks through the numbered arrondissements, meandering through a food market, gazing at the glossy produce, both familiar and not at the same time, accepting a plum at a stallholders urging and then buying a small bag in lieu of breakfast and lunch. She sits on a bench by the Seine, watching the tourist boats go by, and eats three of the plums, thinking of how it felt to hold the tiller, to gaze onto the moonlit waters. She tucks the bag under her arm as if she does this all the time and takes the Metro to a brocante recommended in one of her guidebooks, allowing herself an hour to float among the stalls, picking up little objects that someone once loved, mentally calculating the English prices, and putting them down again. And as she walks, in a city of strangers, her nostrils filled with the scent of street food, her ears filled with an unfamiliar language, she feels something unexpected wash through her. She feels connected, alive.

Nell looks at the label and comes to.Oh, Id never wear it. I like to buy things on a cost-per-wear basis. This dress would probably work out at like...thirty pounds a wear. No. I couldnt.You dont ever do something just because it makes you feel good? The assistant shrugs. Mademoiselle, you need to spend more time in Paris.

I think there is an awful lot of technology for technologys sake. I have yet to be convinced by my husband that persuading our mobiles to talk to our computers is going to be quicker and more straightforward than scribbling a note in our kitchen diary.

For every book that I write... I develop a history for each person and make sure they are well rounded and flawed. You have to know everything about them from their shoe size, to where they went to school, to what their first pet was, to what they like to eat, to what they want out of life.

Love is the driver for all great stories: not just romantic love, but the love of parent for child, for family, for country.

“...I told him a story of two people. Two people who shouldnt have met, and who didnt 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.”

“Sometimes just getting through each day requires almost superhuman strength.”

“I want to tell him that I dont know what i feel. I want him but im frightened to want him. I don;t want my happiness to be entirely dependent on somebody elses to be a hostage to fortunes I cannot control.”