You can’t be friends with the person you were meant to spent your life with.
I can forgive a man’s past faults, his present shortcomings, and his future failures if every minute of every day he loves me like it’s his religion.
I’ll be here, each day and every day on, as long as you want me to be.
It always amazes me how when we’re sure we’ve lost something for good, it winds up finding us.
The name’s Jude Ryder, since I know you’re all but salivating like a rabid dog to know, and I don’t do girlfriends, relationships, flowers or regular phone calls. If that works for you, I think we could work out something special.
The thing was, if staying away from him made me unsmart, I never wanted to be smart again.
Honey, a girl can’t keep a man like that as a friend. He’s a lover or an ex-lover, but never a friend. Men like that weren’t created to be a woman’s friend – they were created to make a woman hit high C three times in row.
Sometimes we just have to cut off the dead branches in our life. Sometimes that’s the only way we can keep the tree alive. It’s hard and it hurts, but it’s what’s best.
When you find someone you want to spend forever with, you don’t let them go, whether forever turns out to be a day, a year or fifty years. Don’t let the fear of losing them keep you from loving them.
I’m cancer, Luce. And not the kind that you can kill off with radiation. The kind that kills you in the end.
I just wanted you to know I’d be chasing after you right now, naked if need required it. But because I’m respecting your need for time and space, I’ll force myself to lie here in bed and pretend I’m asleep.
You may very well be the death of me one day. But what a way to go.
I don’t want a girl, or a woman, or a supermodel. I want you.
He made me happy. He made me crazy. He made me thank the heavens for the day I’d met him. He made me curse the same heavens for the day I’d met him.
There weren’t perfect people, nor were there perfect lives or perfect relationships. There were, however, perfect moments. And this was one of them.
Happily ever after wasn’t a destination, it was a journey. And we were well on our way.
Luce. We fight. I’m used to that. Sure, that fight was the scariest ass one we’ve ever had, but you’re here now. That’s all that matters. No matter how many fights we have, or how much they tip the Richter scale, none of it matters as long as at the end of the day, you’re still with me.
His eyes stayed trained on me, unblinking. “Fine.” Convince me you don’t want me like I want you.