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? — Jojo Moyes Copy Share Image
I held him close and said nothing, all the while telling him silently that he was loved. Oh, but he was loved. — Jojo Moyes Copy Share Image
“How was she supposed to bear the prospect of never seeing him again? Never seeing his face light up simply because she had walked… — Jojo Moyes Copy Share Image
“I had a vague memory of the intensity of teenage female relationships; more of a passion than a normal friendship.” — Jojo Moyes Copy Share Image
“I want him to live if HE wants to live. If he doesn't, then by forcing him to carry on, you, me..... we become… — Jojo Moyes Copy Share Image
“I often think that the ability to earn a living by doing the thing one loves must be one of life's greatest gifts.” — Jojo Moyes Copy Share Image
“Nobody ever says "sweet girl" about someone they were in love with. It's like the whole "we'll still be friends" thing. It means you… — Jojo Moyes Copy Share Image
“Sometimes , Clark, you are pretty much the only thing that makes me want to get up in the morning -Will Traynor <3” — Jojo Moyes Copy Share Image
“I liked the exoticism his travels gave him, the unknownness. He had blown in with the soft breezes of a wider world, and it… — jojo moyes Copy Share Image
“Good to meet you, Patrick," Will said. "And thank you for the...advice." "Oh, just trying to help my girlfriend get the best out of… — Jojo Moyes Copy Share Image
“How could I explain to this man how much I wanted to work? Did he have the slightest idea how much I missed my… — Jojo Moyes Copy Share Image
If I don't cry while writing a key emotional scene, my gut feeling is it's failed. — Jojo Moyes Copy Share Image
