Liane Moriarty Quotes

The rule of life was that the boys got to decide which girls were pretty; it didn’t really matter how ugly they were themselves.

Each memory, good and bad, was another invisible thread that bound them together, even when they were foolishly thinking they could lead separate lives. It was as simple and complicated as that.

Or maybe temporary insanity is just an excuse for inexcusable behavior.

My point is that things become weird and pointless if you examine them for too long.

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

Everyone wanted to be rich and beautiful, but the truly rich and beautiful had to pretend they were just the same as everyone else.

Early love is exciting and exhilarating. It’s light and bubbly. Anyone can love like that. But love 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 a love is ineffable. It deserves its own word.

Did anyone really know their child? Your child was a little stranger, constantly changing, disappearing and reintroducing himself to you. New personality traits could appear overnight.

Your inferiority was right there on display for the world to see.

You’ve been here before. It won’t kill you. It feels like you can’t breathe, but you actually are breathing. It feels like you’ll never stop crying, but you actually will.

You think love is black and white. All women think that. And they’re wrong. Women are really intelligent except for when they’re being really stupid.

You could try as hard as possible to imagine someone else’s tragedy – drowning in icy waters, living in a city split by a wall – but nothing truly hurt until it happened to you. Most of all, to your child.