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Liane Moriarty
By Anonym 18 Sep

Liane Moriarty

She felt hot liquid anger suddenly cool and harden into something powerful and immovable.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Liane Moriarty

If parents had children who were good sleepers, they assumed this was due to their good parenting, not good luck.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Liane Moriarty

Great. Now Renata would have even more reason to dislike her. Jane would have an enemy. The last time she had had anything close to an enemy, she was in primary school herself. It had never crossed her mind that sending your child to school would be like going back to school yourself.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Liane Moriarty

Sometimes your life changes so slowly and imperceptibly that you don't notice it at all until one day you wake up and think, 'How did I get here?' But other times, life changes in an instant with a lightning stroke of good or bad luck with glorious or tragic consequences.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Liane Moriarty

Women always reveal their deepest secrets to each other.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Liane Moriarty

He knew how the audition was going to affect their lives for the next ten weeks as she slowly lost her mind from nerves and the strain of trying to scrounge precious practice time from an already jam-packed life. No matter how much time poor Sam gave her, it would never be quite enough, because what she actually needed was for him and the kids to just temporarily not exist. She needed to slip into another dimension where she was a single, childless person. Just between now and the audition. She needed to go to a mountain chalet (somewhere with good acoustics) and live and breathe nothing but music. Go for walks. Meditate. Eat well. Do all those positive-visualization exercises young musicians did these days. She had an awful suspicion that if she were to do this in reality, she might not even miss Sam and the children that much, or if she did miss them, it would be quite bearable.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Liane Moriarty

They lost Olivia at Newport Beach. The panic made Alice hyperventilate. You were meant to be watching her, Nick kept saying. As if that were the point. That Alice had made a mistake. Not that Olivia was missing, but that it was Alice's fault.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Liane Moriarty

she saw they all had identical glazed smiles, like people who have recently got into drugs or religion, or a new pyramid sales scheme

By Anonym 18 Sep

Liane Moriarty

She had too much imagination. Too much empathy [...] there was real pain in the world, right this very moment people were suffering unimaginable atrocities and you couldn't close your heart completely, but you couldn't leave it wide open either, because otherwise how could you possibly live your life, when through pure, random luck you got to live in paradise?

By Anonym 13 Sep

Liane Moriarty

He got Alice, the way we did, or maybe even more so than us. He made her more confident, funnier, smarter. He brought out all the things that were there already and let her be fully herself, so she seemed to shine with this inner light.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Liane Moriarty

And even though I adore the fact that Francesca has Ben's eyes, I also see now that her biological connection to us is irrelevant. She is her own little person. She is Francesca. If we weren't her "natural" parents, we would still have loved her just as much.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Liane Moriarty

What are you babbling on about, woman?" sighed Chloe. She'd picked this phrase up from her father and imitated his weary tone perfectly. They'd made the mistake of laughing the first time she did it, so she'd kept it up, and said it just often enough, and with perfect timing, so that they couldn't help but keep laughing.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Liane Moriarty

Then he kissed her so deeply and so completely that she felt like she was falling, floating, spiraling down, down, down, like Alice in Wonderland.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Liane Moriarty

When he was a kid, it used to feel like his parents disappeared when the got drunk. As the levels of their glasses went down, he could sense them pulling away from him, as if they were together on the same boat, slowly pulling away from the shore where Oliver was left stranded, still himself, still boring, sensible Oliver, and he'd think, Please don't go, stay here with me, because his real mother was funny and his real father was smart, but they always went. First his dad got stupid and his mum got giggly, and then his mum got nasty and his dad got angry, and so it went until there was no point staying and Oliver went to watch movies in his bedroom. He'd had his own VCR in his bedroom. He'd had a privileged upbringing, had never wanted for anything.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Liane Moriarty

It wasn't her dream job, but she did quite enjoy the satisfaction of transforming a messy pile of paperwork into neat rows of figures.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Liane Moriarty

You think terrible things happened on the battlefields, but terrible things happened in ordinary suburban homes.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Liane Moriarty

You can think something is one way all your life, and it turns out you're wrong, it can be something else entirely.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Liane Moriarty

It sometimes seemed so peculiar and wrong to her that you could be that intimate with someone, to go to sleep with them and wake up with them, to do really quite extraordinarily personal things together on a regular basis, and then, suddenly, you don’t even know their telephone number, or where they’re living, or working, or what they did today or last week or last year... That’s why break‐ups felt like your skin was being torn from your body. It was actually strange that more people weren’t like Saskia, instead of being so well‐behaved and dignified about it.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Liane Moriarty

Toxic' was actually an accurate description of the feelings Clementine had so often felt in Erika's presence: the intense aggravation she had to work so hard to resist and conceal, the disappointment with herself, because Erika wasn't evil or cruel or stupid, she was simply annoying, and Clementine's response to her annoyingness was so completely disporportionate, it embarassed and confounded her. Erika loved Clementine. She'd do anything for her. So why did she inflame Clementine so? It was like she was allergic to her.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Liane Moriarty

Somehow she knew there would be an unspoken truce on their unspoken battle over God knew what when they were old. They could both surrender to their innate grumpiness. It was going to be a lovely relief.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Liane Moriarty

They would think she was savoring the taste (blueberries, cinnamon, cream-excellent), but she was actually savoring the whole morning, trying to catch it, pin it down, keep it safe before all those precious moments became yet another memory.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Liane Moriarty

Falling in love was easy.anyone could fall. It was holding on that was tricky

By Anonym 18 Sep

Liane Moriarty

She quite liked this aspect of her personality, the way her mood could change from melancholy to euphoric because of a breeze or a flavor or a beautiful chord progression. It meant she never had to feel too down about feeling down.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Liane Moriarty

Nothing is rigid. Things change. You can change your mind. You can change your thinking.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Liane Moriarty

It's because we live in a beauty-obsessed society where the most important thing a woman can do is make herself attractive to men.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Liane Moriarty

If parents had children who were good sleepers, they assumed this was due to their good parenting, not good luck. They followed the rules, and the rules had been proven to work. Celeste must therefore not be following the rules. And you could never prove it to them! They would die smug in their beds.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Liane Moriarty

Clementine settled for two words, "I'm sorry", she said. She meant I'm sorry this happened. I'm sorry I didn't see you were going through this. I'm sorry I maybe haven't loved you the way you deserved to be loved. I'm sorry that when we faced our first crisis it showed up everything that was wrong in our marriage instead of everything that was right. I'm sorry we turned ON each other instead of TO each other.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Liane Moriarty

They could fall in love with fresh, new people, or they could have the courage and humility to tear off some essential layer of themselves and reveal to each other a whole new level of otherness, a level far beyond what sort of music they liked. It seemed to her everyone had too much self-protective pride to truly strip down to their souls in front of their long-term partners. It was easier to pretend there was nothing more to know, to fall into an easygoing companionship. It was almost embarrassing to

By Anonym 15 Sep

Liane Moriarty

Baths, she thought, were just like her relationships, all "ooh, ah" in the beginning and then suddenly, without warning, she had to get out, out, out!

By Anonym 19 Sep

Liane Moriarty

This was more like a funeral, although even funerals weren't this silent as people murmured their condolences. She was paying to be here and it was worse than a funeral.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Liane Moriarty

The medication, the hormones and the relentless frustrations of our lives make us bitchy and you're not allowed to be bitchy in public or people won't like you.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Liane Moriarty

If her mother had been observing this interaction, she'd tell Clementine she was wrong, that she needed to keep talking, to say everything that was on her mind, to communicate, to leave no possibility for misinterpretation. If her father were here, he'd put his finger to his lips and say, "Shh." Clementine settled for two words. "I'm sorry," she said.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Liane Moriarty

Everywhere Frances looked there were children: children sitting gravely behind news desks, controlling traffic, running writers' festivals, taking her blood pressure, managing her taxes, and fitting her bras.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Liane Moriarty

She looked at her nine guests, all of whom had their eyes obediently closed as they waited her instructions. Their destinies were in her hands. She was going to change them not just temporarily, but forever.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Liane Moriarty

Sometimes it was exhilaratingly easy to be happy again. Other times they found that they did have to “try".

By Anonym 18 Sep

Liane Moriarty

She felt detached from all aspects of her life. She had no time anymore to feel. All that time she used to waste feeling, and analyzing her feelings, as if they were a matter of national significance.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Liane Moriarty

Why did they all have to tread so very delicately around Celeste's money? It was like wealth was an embarrassing medical condition. It was the same with Celeste's beauty. Strangers gave Celeste the same furtive looks they gave to people with missing limbs, and if Madeline ever mentioned Celeste's looks, Celeste responded with something like shame. "Shhh," she'd say, looking around fearfully in case someone overheard. Everyone wanted to be rich and beautiful, but the truly rich and beautiful had to pretend they were just the same as everyone else. Oh, it was a funny old world.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Liane Moriarty

Happy endings always made her cry. It was the relief.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Liane Moriarty

She was busy thinking about the concept of forgiveness. It was such a lovely, generous idea when it wasn't linked to something awful that needed forgiving.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Liane Moriarty

Something snapped," said Madeline. She saw Perry's hand shining back in its graceful, practiced arc. She heard Bonnie's guttural voice. It occurred to her that there were so many levels of evil in the world. Small evils like her own malicious words. Like not inviting a child to a party. Bigger evils like walking out on your wife and newborn baby or sleeping with your child's nanny. And then there was the sort of evil which Madeline had no experience: cruelty in hotel rooms and violence in suburban homes and little girls sold like merchandise, shattering innocent hearts.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Liane Moriarty

All these years there had been a Tupperware container of bad language in her head, and now she opened it and all those crisp, crunchy words were fresh and lovely, ready to be used.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Liane Moriarty

Some secrets are meant to stay secret forever.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Liane Moriarty

Not all mysteries are meant to be solved. Not all secrets are meant to be told.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Liane Moriarty

A red traffic light loomed, and Cecilia slammed her foot on the brake. The fact that Polly no longer wanted a pirate party was breathtakingly insignificant in comparison to that poor man (thirty!) crashing to the ground for the freedom that Cecilia took for granted, but right now, she couldn’t pause to honor his memory, because a last-minute change of party theme was unacceptable. That’s what happened when you had freedom. You lost your mind over a pirate party.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Liane Moriarty

But maybe every life looked wonderful if all you saw was the photo albums.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Liane Moriarty

It was extraordinary the way her body knew how to do things—the mobile phone, the makeup, the lock—without her mind remembering her ever having done them before.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Liane Moriarty

It was like she was thinking, How far can I go with this? How much more can I fit in my life without losing control?

By Anonym 20 Sep

Liane Moriarty

You okay, Mum?" said Rob. "I'm fine," said Rachel. She went to reach for her cup of coffee and found that she didn't have the energy to even lift her arm.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Liane Moriarty

It seemed to her everyone had too much self-protective pride to truly strip off down to their souls in front of their long-term partners. It was easier to pretend there was nothing more to know, to fall into an easygoing companionship. It was almost embarrassing to be truly intimate with your spouse; because how could you watch someone floss one minute, and the next minute share your deepest passion or tritest of fears? It was almost easier to talk about that sort of thing before you’d shared a bathroom and a bank account and argued over the packing of the dishwasher.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Liane Moriarty

Early love is exciting and exhilarating. It's light and bubbly. Anyone can love like that. But after three children, after a separation and a near-divorce, after you've hurt each other and forgiven each other, bored each other and surprised each other, after you've seen the worst and the best-- well, that sort of love is ineffable. It deserves its own word.