Some people get lifetimes, some get moments. I’ve got to tell myself it’s what you do with what you get that counts.
He looks fierce and dignified at the same time. Can I pet him?
She’d never been taken before, he realized. Not like this, where her surrender was complete, not when she couldn’t separate some small part of herself to reach for control. And God, he wanted to take her, to destroy that fascinating and innate control.
Mac has a sexy breakfast story.” “Really?” Eyebrows lifted, Parker set the syrup and butter on the table of the breakfast nook. “Tell all.” “It began, and sexy tales often do, when I spilled Diet Coke on my shirt.
Love can fade and die. I’ve seen it. It can grow and build as well. I think when it’s real and meant, it can only grow bigger and stronger.
I am what I am and I can’t change it. I know how to cope and how to get by. I don’t want or expect anyone to stand with me. I don’t need anyone to. I’ve learned to accept my life just the way it is, and I don’t give a damn if you or anyone else doesn’t.
Dreams were essential, creativity a must, but details, sweat, and a business plan made dreams a reality.
You’re a first-class bastard, Doug.” This time he grinned because he’d heard the light trace of respect. “I like first class, Whitney. I’m going to live there the rest of my life.
We can’t have choice and free will and still be fated.
It’s always seemed to me things are more exciting when you’re not looking and you find them.
And the light shineth in the darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not. – John 1:5.
There’re twenty-four hours in every day. Isn’t there enough reality in that so we can put a small portion of time aside for wishing?
Love has no end, no borders, no limits. The more you give, the more there is.
You can have a coke since you never did learn to be civilized and drink coffee.
Politics. It’s for idiots and bad actors.
Optimism wasn’t always a shield against the worst of it, and acceptance wasn’t always enough.
Some things are just meant, and no matter how many times you walk away, you end up where you belonged all along.
As she rubbed, as she crooned, Connor’s eyes fluttered open. He found himself staring up into Meara’s pale face and teary eyes. “What? Why am I on the floor? I hadn’t gotten drunk yet.” He reached up, brushed a tear from Meara’s cheek. “Don’t cry, darling.” He struggled to sit up, teetered a bit. “Well, here we all are, sitting on Fin’s kitchen floor. If we’re going to spin the bottle, I’d like to be the one to empty it first.
I love my man... we’re bound body, heart, soul. There’s magic in that, more potent than any spell, more wicked than any curse.
Old friends are the bricks and mortar of your life.