I know why you came. Because you couldn’t stay away. I understand that. Now you’re just going to have to accept what comes with it.
You’re going to find I’m not the kind who’ll always give you what you want. You can fight me, sometimes you might even win. But you won’t stop me.
A leader’s who everybody looks to for answers, even when there aren’t any. Who everyone blames when things go wrong. A leader’s the one who has to do the dirty work, even if it’s the damn dishes.
It’s ridiculous to say not to speak ill of the dead. We’re all going to be dead eventually. What would we talk about in the meantime?
Everything seemed paused for change, but was she? Change was as much about loss as gain, about giving something up even as you reached for something new or different. And, she admitted, she prized routine, tradition, even repetition.
Heaven and Earth, Ripley, do more than hold us between them. They expect us to deserve it.
Lived their lives as they chose to live. That’s a real victory, don’t you think, living as you choose to live?
You’re well and truly hooked, Gallagher, he thought, and decided he rather enjoyed the sensation.
She started to speak, to ask politely for a glass of white wine. Then he smiled, a slow, lazy curving of lips that inexplicably set her insides a fluttering and turned her mind into a buzzing mess of static.
Knowledge, and truth, save us from chaos.” His tone was quiet, reasonable. And made her want to bite him. “Tempering them with compassion and tolerance makes us human. Without those things, fanatics feed on fear and ignorance.
Obviously at wit’s end, he scrubbed his hands over his face. “Doesn’t your breed stop having birthdays at forty?” “We may stop counting, Dr. Carnegie, but that doesn’t mean we don’t expect an appropriate gift on the occasion.
If I were writing a book I’d talk about it all the time, to everyone. People would start to avoid me, so I’d seek out complete strangers and talk about it until they, too, avoided me.
He thought back to his early twenties when he’d routinely looked for ways to meet women. He should’ve rented a puppy.
The question rolled around in Vanessa’s mind as she drove down Main Street. The sleepy town of Hyattown had changed very little in twelve years. It was still tucked in the foothills of Maryland’s Blue Ridge Mountains, surrounded by rolling farmland and thick woods. Apple orchards and dairy cows encroached as close as the town limits, and here, inside those limits, there were no stoplights, no office buildings, no hum of traffic.
The words weren’t so important, Aidan thought. It was just so soothing to listen to her.
There are always monsters,” the old man replied. “Just as there are always men who will join them, and men who will fight them.
He’d always believed in her. They’d believed in each other. He’d been her rock, in a very real way. The rock that had given her a solid base to build on after a childhood of upheaval and discontent. Then.
Tragedy doesn’t necessarily change us. More often, I think, it just brings out more of who we are – or were – all along.
She’s everything I’m not. I’m comfortable with who I am, what I am, but when you come up against someone like that, it’s a kick-in-the-butt reminder of what you’re never going to be, never going to have. I don’t like feeling inadequate or stupid.
People who say not to speak ill of the dead just don’t have the spine to say what they think.” “You’ve.