Don’t worry, now that I know about your little ego problem, I’ll do my best to look all gushy when you pound you chest.
It’s your way of fighting. You refuse to engage and then you can’t lose.
Here’s to many more firsts and many more great memories.
For the first time in his existence, he knew he was drowning and he wasn’t thinking about survival.
I know what it’s like to battle everyday of my life, just for acceptance, just to survive.
You can’t turn the sheriff into a toad, Hannah. It’s against the rules. – Abbey Drake.
I have traveled all over the world and gone to the highest peaks, and the densest jungles. The Carpathain Mountians will always be my homeland, but my home is a woman. Solange Sangria. You are home to me. Your body is my home. Your mind. Your heart and soul. It matters little to me where we are.
Do you see, Solange, that you are the only woman in my world? The one woman who can choose life or death for me. You are the center of my world and you always will be. When I tell you that your pleasure is mine, I mean that literally.
Sarah, honey, I hardly think kidnappers are going to take the time to buy a memento of their stay. I could be wrong, but it seems rather unlikely.
We can do anything you like. Just be with me.
Are you ever going to kiss me without swearing first?
She was crawling out from under the huge tour bus when he first caught sight of her. She was small, like a child.
Your name is Lily Whitney. You are the woman I want at my side night and day. I want you to be the mother of my children someday. I want you for my lover. I want you for the person I turn to when the world gets to be too much.
There was a certain feminine satisfaction in having the last word, delivering her line smartly, and breaking the connection between them quickly and decisively.
You can’t go back; I can’t go back either, but we can go on.
Trust. Such an easy word. Such an impossible quality.
His energy is very malevolent. Don’t get sick or I’ll start asking you if the baby is all right in front of him.
There were a thousand secrets in her eyes, a thousand wounds. A lifetime of distrust and betrayal. Isolation. How did one overcome such things?
Nicholas wanted to believe in fairy tales. She’d read her share, hoping for miracles, but in the end, there was no hundred acre wood to play in with her little stuffed animals. There was pain and crushing disillusionment and betrayal.
I made the decision fifteen years ago that you were my life. My everything. You were with me in my dreams my dark lover my friend and confidant.