Liane Moriarty
Liane Moriarty
Liane Moriartyis an Australian author. She is the sister of author Jaclyn Moriarty...
NationalityAustralian
ProfessionAuthor
CountryAustralia
saws albums wonderful
But maybe every life looked wonderful if all you saw was the photo albums.
breathing cry like-you
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.
falling-in-love humility pride
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
doing-your-best bits right-now
Perhaps nothing was ever “meant to be.” There was just life, and right now, and doing your best. Being a bit “bendy.
beautiful rich wanted
Everyone wanted to be rich and beautiful, but the truly rich and beautiful had to pretend they were just the same as everyone else.
forever secret pandora
Some secrets are meant to stay secret forever.
what-if world ends
What if I was! That’s my point. What if I was a bit overweight and not especially pretty? Why is that so terrible? So disgusting? Why is that the end of the world?
aggravation insanity hovering
Marriage was a form of insanity; love hovering permanently on the edge of aggravation.
frustration people like-you
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.
together example sexist
There were worse things to be than sexist. For example, you could be the sort of person who pinched your fingers together while using the words “teeny weeny.
giving-up wine jam
Why did she give up wine for Lent? Polly was more sensible. She had given up strawberry jam. Cecilia had never seen Polly show more than a passing interest in strawberry jam, although now, of course, she was always catching her standing at the open fridge, staring at it longingly. The power of denial.
relief happy-endings cry
Happy endings always made her cry. It was the relief.
years lovely tupperware
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.
sympathy condolences losing-a-loved-one
Those we love don't go away, they sit beside us every day.