Nature was as full of cruelty as of beauty, he knew all too well.
Angling his head, Rafe put a hand on Regan’s shoulder. “Dibs,” he said in a mild warning. “Excuse me?” Regan stepped back and gaped. “I beg your pardon, but did you just say ‘Dibs’?” “Yeah.” Rafe bit off candy, offered her the rest of the bar. When she smacked his hand away, he only shrugged and ate it himself. “Of all the ridiculous, outrageous – You’re a grown man, and you’re standing there eating candy and saying ‘Dibs’ as if I were the last ice-cream bar in the freezer.
No sooner looked but they loved.
There’s just no love like the love of a mother for a child, no matter how that child comes into their life, and no loss or grief to match it.
Love, even when pledged, isn’t enough.
Hard isn’t hard if you’ve got a strong back and a purpose.
Because he’s not some perfect fantasy. He’s flawed and you understand that. It means you’ve fallen for who he is, not who you want him to be.
People too often knock down the old for the new instead of understanding that legacy.
You don’t cheat, steal, or lie. You don’t misuse animals or take advantage of those weaker than you. You don’t spoil for a fight – which is a rule come to be in the last few years – but you don’t walk away from one. You stand for your friends and for your round in the pub. You never touch a woman who belongs to another, and you don’t give your word unless you intend to keep it.
It’s right he’s paying you, as you were hurt on his job, and he can well afford it. Doing so shows his character, just as fretting over it shows yours.
Setting her jaw, Whitney turned left. “This is a one-way street.” He looked around helplessly. “Didn’t you see the sign?” “I know it’s a one-way street,” she muttered and pressed harder on the gas. “It’s also the quickest way across town.” “Oh, Jesus.
You paid off a million dollars since January?” Viola shook her head. “That must’ve been one holy hell of a yard sale.
Even now, the Lincoln was less than a half block behind. “Dammit. They just won’t shake lose.” “Oh yeah?” Whitney set her teeth and gave the mirror a quick check. She’d never been a gracious loser. “Watch this.” Before Doug could draw a breath, she whipped the Mercedes around in a tight U-turn and headed dead-on for the Lincoln. He watched with a kind of fascinated dread. “Oh my God.
Rule number one was confidence. Rule number two was tenacity.
You’re thinking too much. Try being in the moment. It’ll amaze you.
But you stand up for me. You tell me the truth. You make me laugh, and you make me want. You let me be and feel who I am. And you fell in love with me even when you didn’t want to.
Knowledge, and truth, save us from chaos.
I’m not after romance. It’s the sort of thing that weakens resolve and clouds sense.
I went wherever I could that wasn’t there. Most of the time, though, I came here. I sheltered in place, but I kept looking for somewhere or something else. I’m not sure I knew, until you, that it was more than that for me, more than sheltering in place. It was my place, my home. Nothing she can do will change that.
She kept to herself because solitude soothed her.