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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

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Jojo Moyes
Age: 55
Born: 1969
Born: August 4
Journalist
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Pauline Sara Jo Moyes
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...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.
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Real friends were the kind where you pick up where you'd left off, whether it be a week since you'd seen each other or two years.
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I thought the world had actually ended. I thought nothing good could ever happen again. I thought anything might happen if I wasn't vigilant. I didn't eat. I didn't go out. I didn't want to see anyone. But I survived, Paul. Much to my own surprise, I got through it. And life...well, gradually became livable again.
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Sometimes, Clark, you are pretty much the only thing that makes me want to get up in the morning.
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Believe me, you have to have a certain confidence in your powers of descretion to let a dentist loose with a drill in your mouth less than an hour after you've...um...entertained his wife.
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Know that you hold my heart, my hopes, in your hands.
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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.
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How is it possible to exist with so much pain?
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But don't blame me for the food. My wife knows a hundred and one ways to incinerate a cow, and as far as I can tell she's still experimenting.
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I held him close and said nothing, all the while telling him silently that he was loved. Oh, but he was loved.
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The thing about being catapulted into a whole new life--or at least, shoved up so hard against someone else's life that you might as well have your face pressed against their window--is that it forces you to rethink your idea of who you are. Or how you might seem to other people.
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Push yourself. Don’t settle. Wear those stripy legs with pride. And if you insist on settling down with some ridiculous bloke, make sure some of this is squirreled away somewhere. Knowing you still have possibilities is a luxury. Knowing I might have given them to you has alleviated something for me.
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The only thing Jess really cared about were those two children and letting them know they were okay. Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you had your mother at your back, you'd be okay. Some deep-rooted part of you would know you were loved. That you deserved to be loved.
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But just as nature abhors a vacuum -- so does the human heart.
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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.
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Nobody fights you like your own sister nobody else knows the most vulnerable parts of you and will aim for them without mercy.
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I let him know a hurt had been mended in a way that he couldn’t have known, and for that alone there would always be a piece of me indebted to him.
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She went kind of pink and laughed, the kind of laugh you do when you know yo shouldn't be laughing. The kind of laugh that spoke of a conspiracy.
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I thought, briefly, that I would never feel as intensely connected to the world, to another human being, as I did at that moment.
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Sit here long enough you get to know everything. You listen, see ? She taps the side of her head. Nobody listens any more. Everyone knows what they want to hear, but nobody actually listens.
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