All conflict can be traced back to someone’s feelings getting hurt, don’t you think?
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Liane Moriarty
Liane Moriarty (born 15 November 1966) is an Australian author. She is the older sister of author Jaclyn Moriarty. 2CareerEdit After leaving school, Moriarty worked in advertising and marketing at a legal publishing company. She then ran her own company for a while before taking work as a freelance advertising copywriter. In 2004, after obtaining a master's degree at Macquarie University in Sydney her first novel Three Wishes, written as part of the degree, was published. Five further novels have been published. Moriarty lives in Sydney with her husband, Adam, a former farmer from Tasmania who worked in agricultural marketing, and two children, George and Ann
When someone you loved was depending on your lie, it was perfectly easy.
It drove her to distraction the way women wanted to bond over self-hatred.
Did she love him as much as she hated him? Did she hate him as much as she loved him?
Mothers took their mothering so seriously now. Their frantic little faces. Their busy little bottoms strutting into the school in their tight gym gear. Ponytails swinging. Eyes fixed on the mobile phones held in the palms of their hands like compasses.
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 world.
All conflict can be traced back to someone's feelings getting hurt, don't you think?
Mothers took their mothering so seriously now.
Stick with the nice boys... bad boys don't bring you coffee in bed, I'll tell you that for free.
It was interesting how you could say things when you where walking that you might not otherwise have said with the pressure of eye contact across a table.
It shouldn’t matter. She knew it shouldn’t matter. But the fact was that some people were so unacceptably, hurtfully beautiful, it made you feel ashamed. Your inferiority was right there on display for the world to see.
When someone you loved was depending on your lie, it was perfectly easy.
Today would be perfect in every way. The Facebook photos wouldn't lie. So much joy. Her life had so much so joy. That was an actual verifiable fact.
First kisses didn’t necessarily require darkness and alcohol, they could happen in the open air, with the sun warm on your face and everything around you honest and real and true.
If she packaged the perfect Facebook life, maybe she would start to believe it herself.
Little kids, little problems. Wait till you’ve got drugs and sex and social media to worry about.
Everyone wanted to be rich and beautiful, but the truly rich and beautiful had to pretend they were just the same as everyone else.
Those we love don’t go away, they sit beside us every day.
A woman’s entire self-worth rests on her looks. That’s why. 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.
I mean a fat, ugly man can still be funny and lovable and successful. But it’s like it’s the most shameful thing for a woman to be.