I thought it was over, all I could think was I never told you I love you. What an idiot.
Don’t let the fear and suspicion of the brutal and ignorant make you doubt yourself.
I get pretty opinionated about books.
Wait. Wait. Mackensie? The redhead you had a crush on in high school?” Defeated, Carter rubbed the spot between his eyebrows again. “I should never have told you about that. This is why I rarely drink.” “But, Cart, this is like kismet.” Excitement rushed through the words. “It’s like return of the nerd. It’s the big chance to follow up on a lost opportunity.” “It’s coffee,” Carter muttered.
Taking love is easy – giving it is a bit harder, for some people anyway.
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. – WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
Love doesn’t turn on and off like a light switch.
Destiny has more than one road.
It isn’t easy looking in the mirror and accepting that you were missing some element, some thing that kept a person you wanted from loving you.
Being a good writer meant he could make a living and do as he chose. Being a great one would bring responsibilities and expectations he had no desire to face.
Because if you had confidence enough to try something, you had to have courage enough to fail.
He preferred the term “study” to “office,” as an office meant work. No way around it. In a study, you could, well, study, or nap or read, or stare into space thinking long thoughts. You could certainly work, but it wasn’t a requirement.
A lot of people don’t have fond memories of high school. It’s often a war of politics and personalities, set off by the cannon fire of hormones.
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.