Do you know how hard it is to say nothing? When every atom of you strains to do the opposite? I had practiced not saying anything the whole way from the airport, and it was still nearly killing me. Jojo Moyes More Quotes by Jojo Moyes More Quotes From Jojo Moyes Somewhere in this world is a man who loves you, who understands how precious and clever and kind you are. A man who has always loved you and, to his detriment, suspects he always will. Jojo Moyes clever love-you men I kissed him, trying to bring him back. I kissed him and let my lips rest against his so that our breath mingled and the tears from my eyes became salt on his skin, and I told myself that, somewhere, tiny particles of him would become tiny particles of me, ingested, swallowed, alive, perpetual. I wanted to press every bit of me against him. I wanted to will something into him. I wanted to give him every bit of life I felt and force him to live. Jojo Moyes tears eye giving I'm not going to try and change you mind." "If you're here, you accept it's my choice. This is the first thing I've been in control of since the accident." "I know." And there it was. He knew it, and I knew it. There was nothing left for me to do. Do you know how hard it is to say nothing ? When every atom of you strains to do the opposite? I just tried to be, tried to absorb the man I loved through osmosis, tried to imprint what I had left of him on myself. I did not speak. Jojo Moyes osmosis opposites men I hadn’t realized that music could unlock things in you, could transport you to somewhere even the composer hadn’t predicted. It left an imprint in the air around you, as if you carried its remnants with you when you went. Jojo Moyes remnants composer air If all we are allowed is hours, minutes, I want to be able to etch each of them on to my memory with exquisite clarity so that I can recall them at moments like this, when my very soul feels blackened. Jojo Moyes soul want memories I realized I was afraid of living without him. How is it you have the right to destroy my life, I wanted to demand of him, but I’m not allowed a say in yours? But I had promised. Jojo Moyes i-realized demand wanted I know this isn’t a conventional love story. I know there are all sorts of reasons I shouldn’t even be saying what I am. But I love you. I do. I knew it when I left Patrick. And I think you might even love me a little bit. Jojo Moyes stories love-you thinking Just hold on. Just for a minute." "Are you all right ?" I found my gaze dropping towards his chair, afraid some part of him was pinched, or trapped, that I had got something wrong. "I'm fine. I just...I don't want to go in just yet. I just want to sit and not have to think about...I just...want to be a man who has been to a concert with a girl in a red dress. Just for a few minutes more. Jojo Moyes girl men thinking I can't do this because I can't...I can't be the man I want to be with you. And that means that this - this just becomes...another reminder of what I am not. Jojo Moyes want men mean I could hear her babbling away beside me, but I wasn't really paying attention. I could barely focus on anything. My nerve endings seemed to have come alive; they almost jangled with anticipation I was going to see Will. Whatever else, I had that. I could almost feel the miles between us shrinking, as if we were at two ends of some invisible elastic thread. Jojo Moyes nerves focus two Cheap as chips, cheap as chips, it's a British expression. There's no couture in their darling. Jojo Moyes chips couture expression I held him close and said nothing, all the while telling him silently that he was loved. Oh, but he was loved. Jojo Moyes said Only you, Will Traynor, could tell a woman how to wear a bloody dress. Jojo Moyes bloody dresses Astonishingly, not all girls get dressed just to please men. Jojo Moyes please girl men I worked out what would make me happy, and I worked out what I wanted to do, and I trained myself to do the job that would make those two things happen Jojo Moyes make-me-happy jobs two They began to tune up, and suddenly the auditorium was filled with a single sound - the most alive, three-dimensional thing I had ever heard. It made the hairs on my skin stand up, my breath catch in my throat....I felt the music like a physical thing; it didn't just sit in my ears, it flowed through me, around me, made my senses vibrate. It made my skin prickle and my palms dampen...It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. Jojo Moyes skins hair beautiful I see all this talent, all this...this energy and brightness and...potential. Yes. Potential. And I cannot for the life of me see how you can be content to live this tiny life. This life that will take place almost entirely within a five mile radius and contain nobody who will ever surprise you or push you or show you things that will leave your head spinning and unable to sleep at night. Jojo Moyes tiny sleep night And then, just like that, my heart broke. My face crumpled, my composure went and I held him tightly and I stopped caring that he could feel the shudder of my sobbing body because grief swamped me. It overwhelmed me and tore at my heart and my stomach and my head and it pulled me under, and I couldn’t bear it. I honestly thought I couldn’t bear it. Jojo Moyes grief caring heart It's complicated.' 'So's quantitative easing. But I still get that it means printing money. Jojo Moyes printing-money complicated mean I chose to believe that God, a benign God, would understand our sufferings and forgive us our trespasses. Jojo Moyes forgiving suffering believe
