When someone we love is snatched from us, it often feels very hard to make plans. Sometimes people feel like they have lost faith in the future, or they become superstitious.

— Jojo Moyes

You cut yourself off from all sorts of experience because you tell yourself you're not 'that sort of person

— Jojo Moyes

You don't have to let that one thing be the thing that defines you.

— Jojo Moyes

You know, you can't make someone love you again. No matter how much you might want it. Sometimes, unfortunately, the timing is simply... off.

— Jojo Moyes

You learn to live with it, with them. Because they do stay with you, even if they’re not living, breathing people anymore. It’s not the same crushing grief you felt at first, the kind that swamps you, and makes you want to cry in the wrong places, and get irrationally angry with all the idiots who are still alive when the person you love is dead. It’s just something you learn to accommodate. Like adapting around a hole. I don’t know. It’s like you become … a doughnut instead of a bun

— Jojo Moyes

You live. And you throw yourself into everything and try not to think of the bruises.

— Jojo Moyes

You only get one life. It's actually your duty to live it as fully as possible

— 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

— Jojo Moyes

Your face when you came back from diving that time told me everything; there is a hunger in you, Clark. A fearlessness. You just buried it, like most people do.

— Jojo Moyes

You should just keep your mouth shout! It gets very tedious having you make a snarky comment about everything that someone says in this group.

— Jojo Moyes