Not everyone is homeless because they choose to be. They’re homeless because there isn’t enough help to go around. And.
Lawyers are like weddings. You get what you pay for.
I press a kiss to Graham’s chest and whisper a silent promise against his heart.
Because it feels like her air just became my air and I suddenly want to take in fewer breaths in order to ensure she never runs out.
I squeeze my eyes shut and whisper in her damp hair. “You’re all I see, Sloan. Beyond the job, beyond right and wrong. You’re all I see.
Ten years from now on August eighth, I’m going to roll over in our bed at midnight and whisper, ‘I told you so’ in your ear.
My eyes finally make the brave journey up to his. When I see the stoic look on his face, I want to step back, but I’m afraid I’ll trip over my heart. I don’t want him to watch me fall.
I’m pretty sure that with the looks he gives, if he could speak, he’d never even have to.
But I have no idea who this guy is that’s made me the center of his attention. Which means I’m already more attracted to him than any person in my entire school, simply because I don’t know him.
An autobiography encouraging the reader to like the author is not a true autobiography. No one is likable from the inside out. One should only walk away from an autobiography with, at best, an uncomfortable distaste for its author. I will deliver.
No matter how much you want to be my hero, I can’t be saved.
I don’t want him to hurt like I’m hurting. I don’t want him to miss me like I’ll miss him. I don’t want him to be falling for me like I’ve been falling for him.
Every other beat of my heart was for you.
As an author, I want to write what I’m inspired to write. Not what my readers want me to write. I feel like the books will ultimately be better if my heart is fully into what I’m writing.
She smiles when she sees me. That’s it. All she did just now was smile, but all of a sudden, my chest is on fire, and it feels as if a wave of heat just rolled down the entire length of my body. I recognize this feeling, and it’s not good.
I’m scared I’ll never feel this again with anyone else,” I whisper. He squeezes my hands. “I’m scared you will.
I don’t think being guarded is a negative thing, ’coz Naked truth aren’t always pretty.
And I need you to remember that anyone can make love. But I’m the only one who deserves to make love to you.
Trying to have a baby. Trying to adopt a baby. Trying to pretend we’re okay. Trying to hide from each other when we cry. It’s all our marriage has become. A whole lot of trying and not much succeeding.
We’re so lucky, Miles.” “We sure are.