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  • #1
    Jojo Moyes
    “Push yourself. Don't Settle. Just live well. Just LIVE.”
    Jojo Moyes, Me Before You

  • #2
    Jojo Moyes
    “You only get one life. It's actually your duty to live it as fully as possible.”
    Jojo Moyes, Me Before You

  • #3
    Jojo Moyes
    “I will never, ever regret the things I've done. Because most days, all you have are places in your memory that you can go to.”
    Jojo Moyes, Me Before You

  • #4
    Jojo Moyes
    “All I can say is that you make me... you make me into someone I couldn't even imagine. You make me happy, even when you're awful. I would rather be with you - even the you that you seem to think is diminished - than with anyone else in the world.”
    Jojo Moyes, Me Before You

  • #5
    Jojo Moyes
    “Hey Clark', he said.'Tell me something good'. I stared out of the window at the bright-blue Swiss sky and I told him a story of two people. Two people who shouldn't have met, and who didn't 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. And I told him of the adventures they had, the places they had gone, and the things I had seen that I had never expected to. I conjured for him electric skies and iridescent seas and evenings full of laughter and silly jokes. I drew a world for him, a world far from a Swiss industrial estate, a world in which he was still somehow the person he had wanted to be. I drew the world he had created for me, full of wonder and possibility.”
    Jojo Moyes, Me Before You

  • #6
    Jojo Moyes
    “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, Me Before You

  • #7
    Jojo Moyes
    “I placed my face so close to his that his features became indistict, and I began to lose myself in them. I stroked his hair, his skin, his brow, with my fingertips, tears sliding unchecked down my cheeks, my nose against his, and all the time he watched me silently, studying me intently as if he were storing each molecule of me away. He was already retreating withdrawing to somewhere I couldn't reach him.
    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 life.
    I held him, Will Traynor ex-City whiz kid, ex-stunt diver, sportsman, traveller, lover. I held him close and said nothing, all the while telling him silently that he was loved. Oh, but he was loved.”
    Jojo Moyes, Me Before You

  • #8
    Jojo Moyes
    “I thought, briefly, that I would never feel as intensely connected to the world, to another human being, as I did at that moment.”
    Jojo Moyes, Me Before You

  • #9
    Jojo Moyes
    “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, Me Before You

  • #10
    Jojo Moyes
    “Time slowed, and stilled. It was just the two of us, me murmuring in the empty, sunlit room. Will didn't say much. He didn't answer back, or add a dry comment, or scoff. He nodded occasionally, his head pressed against mine, and murmured, or let out a small sound that could have been satisfaction at another good memory.
    "It has been, the best six months of my entire life."
    "Funnily enough, Clark, mine too."
    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.”
    Jojo Moyes, Me Before You

  • #11
    Jojo Moyes
    “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, Me Before You

  • #12
    Jojo Moyes
    “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, Me Before You

  • #13
    Haruki Murakami
    “Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star.
    It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago.
    Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.”
    Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

  • #14
    Stephenie Meyer
    “I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars.”
    Stephenie Meyer, Twilight



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