There’s always pressure, a great deal of pressure, when writing, since my first books were so successful.
Understanding others meant understanding yourself –.
For the most part, people go through the same experiences and think the same things, but somehow no one ever escapes the belief that his experience is unique in every conceivable way.
Though she didn’t say a word, the way she leaned further against me was all the response I needed.
He was sure he wanted never to let go of her hand; their fingers seemed to fit together in just the right way-effortlessly clasped, like perfect complements.
Instead, he reflected on what she’d said earlier, about their similarities, thinking she was right and hoping that it was enough to keep her coming back to the ranch. After a while their conversation lapsed into a peaceful lull, and he realized he had no.
It was a tidal wave of sensation and emotion, and he suddenly felt that every step he’d taken in his life had been on a path leading to her, as if she were his ultimate destination.
Standing in the pouring rain, she felt the pull of the person he was, and the person she realized she wanted to be. By.
Even when she wasn’t trying, she was one of the most sensual women I’ve ever seen.
The colors, so vivid they seemed almost alive, made him think that nature sometimes sends us signs, that it’s important to remember that joy always follow dispair.
Because you believed him when he promised it wouldn’t happen again. Because he gradually grew more violent and controlling over time, slowly enough that you felt like he would change until you finally realized he wouldn’t.
Sometimes he wondered if man’s instincts had changed in that time and always concluded that they hadn’t. At least in the basic, most primal ways. As far as he could tell, man had always been aggressive, always striving to dominate, trying to control the world and everything in it.
Instead, it had more to do with the sense that somehow she’d lost sight of the person she’d once meant to be, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever have the opportunity to find that person again.
She remembered sitting beneath the tree on a hot July day with someone who looked at her with a longing that took everything else away. And it had been at that moment that she’d first fallen in love.
Everything she did had a purpose, and though she believed she was keeping her life orderly in this way, she now realized that it had been a mistake. It.
He wants to be a doctor completely devoted to his patients and a man completely devoted to his family. He cannot be both, for there aren’t enough hours, but he has yet to learn this.
Besides, I never knew that person. The person I’ve come to know is the one I want to get to know even better.
She’d lived almost an entire life, but had accomplished nothing extraordinary. She’d made no permanent mark on the world, nor would she ever, but if love was all that really mattered, she understood that she’d been singularly blessed. She decided to rest.
The colors, so vivid they seemed almost alive, made him think that nature sometimes sends us signs, that it’s important to remember that joy can always follow despair. But a moment later, the rainbow had vanished and the hail returned, and he realized that joy was sometimes only an illusion.
That he’ll never let you down. That boy’s got a heart the size of Kentucky, and he loves you. That’s important. Take it from someone who knows. My mom used to tell me that whatever you do, marry someone who loves you more than you love him.
Jane is outgoing and kind, with a natural empathy that endears her to others. She.