Just feel me. Just feel me and breathe.
She swallows and looks down at her hands clenched in her lap. “I don’t like this story.” “Should I jump to the ending? Spoiler alert: the hero saves her.” Tabby looks over at me, her eyes shining like gems in the dark. “A real hero would teach the princess how to save herself.
Dying isn’t the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. It’s just the only thing I won’t live through.
Love is solid. Constant. If you’re not careful, you might mistake it for bein’ boring because it’s so reliable.
Don’t let the worst things that happen to you be the benchmark for your self-respect.
Everything eventually ends. We all eventually die. That’s why every day we have is so special. The fact that we only have limited amount of time is what makes life precious.
Why is it that when a woman’s been through a lot, she’s expected to handle it gracefully with fake smiles and a stiff backbone, but when a man’s been through a lot, he’s given full license to storm around like a giant baby throwing a tantrum?
That kiss was hotter than a housewife reading Fifty Shades of Grey at the Magic Mike premiere.
Lawd, that dress she’s wearin’ is so tight you can almost see her religion.
I’m not weird. I’m limited edition.
Fate is just the sum of all our bad decisions.
A woman worth her salt should be the hardest thing a man has to work for in his life, because then she’s a prize, not a gift,” she’d told me. “Anything you get for free is worth exactly what you paid for it: nothing.
Loneliness and solitude are two totally different things. All the times I’ve been loneliest have been in a crowd.
Love involves a lot of forgiveness. People aren’t perfect. Falling in love is easy, but staying in love is a choice. You have to decide if the ups and downs are worth sticking out because there will be plenty of them. There will be pain.
This casual summer fling has the potential to burn the whole city down and leave a path of smoking ruins in its wake.
The worst thing in life is to give yourself away in exchange for nothing.
Love? Hardly. If you were on a life support machine, I’d unplug it to charge my phone.
Life is too short to look for perfection.
Love is warm and deep and comfortable, just right, so you float in it peacefully without ever being scalded or frozen, like a perfect, relaxing bubble bath.
I don’t know what kind of women you’re used to, but my mother didn’t raise a worker bee. She raised a queen.” I stare at him without smiling. “And I don’t give away the honey for free.