After hell comes heaven.
It was bad enough to be swallowed up by the intrinsic anger of New York City traffic and its seemingly mad competition between cars, cabs, the ubiquitous delivery trucks, the kamikaze bike messengers and the always-in-a-damn hurry pedestrians.
Fictional people are people, too, otherwise why would we care what happens to them?
Bright light. You’ve always found your way.
And tis’ my faith that every flower enjoys the air it breathes.
It wasn’t like a date, she reasoned. Not like some weird double date with her and the brother of the dead guy and her best friend and her best friend’s ex-husband who didn’t really count. It was just eating.
Love isn’t a prize given on merit, or something to be taken back when there’s a mistake. It’s a gift, as much for the giver as the one who’s given it. The day you’ll take it, hold it, you won’t be afraid.
It’s better to see and know you’re a fool than to keep your eyes shut and keep acting like one.
Intellectually, she knew no one really died of a broken heart. Emotionally, she suspected some could.
She could hold him close now, touch as she was touched. Taste as she was tasted. The pleasure filled her – the glide of his hands, the heat of his lips, the catch of his breath as they rolled together to find more.
I’ve got something for you inside me, Anna.” He forgot his hands were grimy and laid them on her shoulders. “I haven’t used it up yet. This thing with you, it’s one of the first times I haven’t wanted to rush to the finish line.
The socializing hadn’t been so bad, he acknowledged, and he couldn’t say he minded the food, though a man would do better with a good beef sandwich. Still it was plentiful, even if you did have to pick your way through half of it to get to something recognizable.
Feelings need to be expressed, Hope. They aren’t always understood the way people like to assume.
Sometimes we hate her,” Laurel said, then smiled at Parker. “But it’s a hate based on love.
Friends are friends whenever you make them.
Well, I’d have more zing with George Clooney and Harrison Ford in a threesome, but neither of us are going to get that wish.
If I didn’t say it, how do you know?” “When you touch me, when you look at me, when you hold me, I feel it.” She looked up at him, eyes drenched. “And I couldn’t love you this much without you loving me back. I couldn’t know how right it is to be with you if I didn’t know you loved me.
From this day forward, she thought, this was home. One she’d make herself, for herself. This was her life, one she’d live as she wanted. If that wasn’t magick, what was?
Feeling too much is a hell of a lot better than feeling nothing.
If you don’t step forward, you’re always in the same place.