When you’re young it just seems so much easier. You’re not set in your ways yet. The world is open to you, as are the people in it. Even though I know forty isn’t old at all, it’s old enough that little things like friendship are harder to come by.
You’re Ruby Turner. And you have your own path through life, that’s all. Just because you have a different way of doing things, doesn’t mean you’re a hot mess. You’re just you.
Give me your heart, Ruby. Give me your heart, because you already have mine.
This woman will make me fall so damn hard, that I won’t be able to get to my feet again.
I’m always thinking about you,” I tell her. “You’re the first thing I think about when I wake up, and the last thing I think about before I fall asleep. And you’re in every single thought in-between.
Sometimes people come into our lives for just a second, just long enough to let us know that hope exists.
I’ll go wherever you go. All I know is that I’m going to be with you. I told you that. One sunrise at a time, with me by your side.
You’re my weakness, Lenore,” he says gently against my skin. “I never had one until now. Until you.
We should always want more. More for ourselves. To be greater versions of ourselves. It’s better to be in a state of becoming than to be in a state of being. I believe that.
Coffee seems like it would fix everything, the stronger, the better.
Darling, your body would bring any man to their knees where they would be in the right position to worship you. It’s a body carved by god yet meant for sin, and it would become anyone’s salvation.
She and I are the same, two worlds come together until we’ve created one of our own.
You were never meant to be a princess, Maren. You were meant to be a queen. Perhaps my queen.
Even if the cat could understand me, it is still a cat and they don’t listen to anyone.
She’s got a lot of meat on her bones, which I appreciate heartily.
Do it again,” he whispers, eyes dancing darkly. “This time in my mouth, please.” He opens his mouth, showing me his tongue, wanting it.
I’ve never had an addiction before,” he says hoarsely. “But I think you’ll be mine.
Some might say he speaks straight from the devil, but I’m discovering I like what the devil has to say.
Fear is the real death. It’s what keeps us from living. I should have been fully alive with you.
Of all the battles we fight, grief is the one that we cannot win. There is no winning and there is no losing. Grief makes a home within your bones so that you’ll carry it for all time.
It is a fatal human flaw to want everything now and all at once, and not realize everything is happening now and all at once. It is always now.