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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.

Jojo Moyes

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Jojo Moyes
Age: 55
Born: 1969
Born: August 4
Journalist
Novelist
Writer
Pauline Sara Jo Moyes
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Nobody
Fighting
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Sister
Like
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Vulnerable
Mercy

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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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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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There is a hunger in you. A fearlessness. You just buried it, like most people do.
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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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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.
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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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You're going to feel uncomfortable in your new world for a bit. It always does feel strange to be knocked out of your comfort zone.
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So this is it. You are scored on my heart, Clark. You were from the first day you walked in, with your ridiculous clothes and your bad jokes and your complete inability to ever hide a single thing you felt.
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And it was suddenly very simple: There was no choice.
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Just live well. Just live
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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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I was once told by someone wise that writing is perilous as you cannot always guarantee your words will be read in the spirit in which they were written.
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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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If I don't cry while writing a key emotional scene, my gut feeling is it's failed.
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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.
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Sometimes when you get hammered till the small hours you feel pretty good in the morning, but really it's just because you're still a bit drunk. That old hangover is just toying with you, working out when to bite.
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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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... if you're going to wear a dress like that you need to wear it with confidence. You need to fill it out mentally as well as physically.
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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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