It’s too easy to become discouraged when no one values your skills and your efforts.
The man loves you with everything he has, everything he is. Eve, that means you can hurt him.
Love changes everything. I proposed to my wife after we limped away from a physical altercation with another serial killer. Good times.” “Feels.
He could want her, every minute of every day. Was certain he would go on wanting her after he was dead and gone. She was the pulse, the reason, the breath.
There’s always a way out. You just have to pay the price, whether it’s money, status, the emotional hit, or all of that and more. Cheating’s cheap and it’s lazy.
She decided working security at the SkyMall ranked high on her list of worst ten jobs, right up there with shark tank cleaners – somebody had to do it – and proctologists.
You know, Roarke, you’re kind of cute.” Eve Dallas.
A thin snow started to spit out of grumpy gray skies. Which meant, Eve knew, that at least fifty percent of the drivers currently on the road would lose a minimum of one-third of their intelligence quotient, any skill they’d previously held at operating a vehicle thereby turning what had been the standard annoying traffic into mayhem.
There was Ireland in his voice, dreamy wisps of it that could, unexpectedly, wind around her heart.
Why do sheep need a station? Are they catching trains? Where are they going? Why do they have to go there?
Can’t change what was,” she said with a shrug. “So you deal with what is.
People who expect perfection in a mate miss a lot of fun – and sweetness.
I don’t remember, and I don’t want to remember. I’ve been a victim, and once you have, you need to do whatever it takes not to be one again.
Music isn’t just a bunch of notes strung together, sweetheart. It’s life. It’s memory. Songs trigger specific and often predictable emotional reactions. Music’s an expression of emotion, desires.
Sadder and sadder,” Peabody said when they were back on the sidewalk. “I guess you don’t think of how many people you brush up against, or how they might remember you. The guy at your corner deli, or the owner of your favorite take-out spot. The clerk where you usually shop for clothes. Not to sound too Free-Agey, but it matters. It all matters, what we leave behind with the people we brush up against.
And things change, she remembered, no matter how hard you try to hold them in place.
Some men find the cool, disinterested, and understated attractive. Makes them think you’re deep.
You have to trust, or you’re only living half a life. You have to try to help or even that half is empty.
He may have gotten spanked by a barbecue grill, but on a desk unit, he was a king.
Ours is a spiritual bond I treasure, something deep and strong, and older than time. We are, in essence, the same person, two sides to one coin. Death unites us.