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
She does not want to feel even the faintest temptation to call his mobile number, as she had done obsessively for the first year after his death so she could hear his voice on the answering service. Most days now… — 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
