My heart aches to love hers.
I don’t like talking about things that hurt. And lately everything hurts. Which is why I barely talk anymore.
I barely know you, so I’m not about to argue with you over your level of intelligence, because you could very well be as dumb as a rock. But at least you’re pretty.
People can’t always control who their circumstances turn them into.
I grin. “Good night, OMG.” He slowly shakes his head back and forth while his eyes narrow playfully. “You’re lucky I like you, Auburn Mason Reed.” With that, he closes the door. “Oh my God,” I whisper. I think I might have a crush on that boy.
She’s beautiful, but in a shameful way.
I would give anything to have that memory back – to see what it was like between us when we loved each other enough to believe it was forever.
I’m miserable, Ridge. I hate it. I work on it for hours every day, and I just want to take a bat to my computer and go all Office Space on it. If this thesis were a child, I’d put it up for adoption and not think twice about it. If this thesis were a cute, fuzzy puppy, I’d drop it off in the middle of a busy intersection and speed away.
We can’t take back who we’ve been in the past, Charlie. But we can control who we are in the present.
People spend so much time wondering why the women don’t leave. Where are all the people who wonder why the men are even abusive? Isn’t that where the only blame should be placed?
You’re the most important part of my life, Lily. I want to be what brings you happiness. Not what causes you to hurt.
Love should be between two people, and if it isn’t, I’d rather bow out than take part in the race.
I stretch truths where I see fit. I’m a writer.
When you swing upon a memory So dark and far away You get caught upon a mystery That guides you through the day. Although you’re standing weak And don’t know your way around I will always be there For you when you’re down.
I’m afraid of how this is going to end.
If a person truly cares about you, they’ll get more pleasure from the way they make you feel, rather than the way you make them feel.
Sometimes it’s easy to forget how much you miss people until you see them again.
I’m sorry for what I did to you in your nightmare. Please forgive me tonight when you dream.” I still have the card. I smile every time I think about it. Some men can’t even apologize for the mistakes they make in reality. But my husband apologizes for the mistakes he makes in my dreams.
We shouldn’t revolve our lives around their possible endings. We should revolve our lives around the experiences that lead to the endings.
His hand squeezes my waist and he eyes me hard. “Fallon.” He says my name like it’s an entire lecture in itself.