I've always thought it was about finding the right person. But it's about choosing the right person, isn't it?

I love you enough for the both of us. And there must be something about me worth loving. If you would just try.

Dear Lord,” she said in a strangled whisper. “I can bear it for a while...but please don't let it hurt forever.

His quiet certainty made the ground beneath my feet feel solid. Like someday everything might actually be okay.

He had found my worst weakness: I was one of those people who was desperate to be needed, to matter to someone.

I was a new person in the same world, which was a lot more difficult than being the same person in a new world.

It would only lead to disappointment, even heartbreak, and her heart was too precious for me to let that happen.

Because letting someone in close meant they could hurt you. I knew all about that kind of fear. I lived with it.

He was unbelievably hard. Everywhere. He was in control, infinitely stronger, and he wanted me to know it. -Ella

You won't kiss me for diamonds," he said, his voice slightly raspy, "but you will for chocolates?" Poppy nodded.

The feeling of relinquishing responsibility to someone else, letting him take control, was a relief beyond words.

He'll survive," he answered her. "Just as he's survived everything else in his life. But he'll never be the same.

That is kind of you, my lord. But I will never dance with you.' Which, of course, made it the goal of Leo's life.

Because handsomeness is always accompanied by vanity.And I suppose ugliness is accompanied by a wealth of virtues?

I feel like I've been shut in a closet, and he's on the other side, and he doesn't have the key to unlock the door.

His kisses tapped into deep mines of memory, and the years that had separated us fell away as if they were nothing.

Good God. I don’t believe St. Vincent and the word ‘celibacy’ have ever been mentioned in the same sentence before.

Daisy had known the novel was silly even as she had read it, but that had not detracted one bit from her enjoyment.

...one can't avoid the storms and calamities of life, but one can at least find the right partner to face them with.

I’ve never had any objection to appearing depraved or villainous. But I draw the line at looking like a prize idiot.

I’ve told you before, I love like a madman,” he said. “Immoderate, jealous, possessive...I’m absolutely intolerable.

Sweet,” he whispered, and stole a kiss from her lips. “Sweet… let me stay with you a little longer.” -Jack to Amanda

Love will break your heart,[...] but love can also mend it. Not many things in life are both the cause and the cure.

I wondered how many times in my life I had done something just because I wanted to without weighing the consequences.

I love you, Marks. My heart is completely and utterly yours. And unfortunately for you, the rest of me comes with it.

Our gazes met. It seemed an entire conversation took place in that one glance. Each of us saw what we needed to know.

I loved him so much, loved his fearlessness, his strength, even the ambition that would someday take him away from me.

If I never have anything from him except this one moment I am going to take it. Take it now, or drown in regret later.

She was yours, if you'd truly wanted her," Harry continued, a pitiless smile touching his lips. "But I wanted her more.

I stand by my opinions when I know I'm right, Captain Phelan. Whereas you stand by yours merely because you're stubborn.

A weak but steady throb lay beneath Kev's searching fingertips. Win's heartbeat...the pulse that sustained his universe.

It’s impossible,” he snapped. “Why?” “Because I’m Sebastian, Lord St. Vincent. I can’t be celibate. Everyone knows that.

I've needed someone like you for a long time. Now that I have you, no one is going to take you from me. Logan to Madeline

It's difficult for most of us to be completely honest with ourselves - we hate to admit how vulnerable or needful we are.

So are you bisexual?” I had asked, and Todd had laughed at my insistence on label. “I guess I'm bipossible,” he had said.

No one can tell you what your path is . . . but someday you'll discover it. . . and it won't be at all what you expected.

A sixty - eight, he wants you to go down on him but he won't return the favor. It would be sixty-nine but he owes you one.

I felt the kind of loneliness that can happen in a roomful of people when everyone but you seems to be in on the good time.

This is not Tolstoy. I don't want to know what critics and professors think of what I'm writing. It might hurt my feelings.

It's fairly easy to break hearts, Miss Duvall. The more interesting challenge is how to keep someone's love, not to lose it.

One could pick apart love, examine every filament of attraction, and still it would never be fully explained. It simply was.

If your concern is that I may be overcome with manly ardor and ravish you in a moment of weakness… I may. If you ask nicely.

I grew up being very shy, very much a bookworm, and I remember desperately wondering how to be accepted by the popular kids.

Shock is a merciful condition. It allows you to get through disaster with a necessary distance between you and your feelings.

A good conversation always involves a certain amount of complaining. I like to bond over mutual hatreds and petty grievances.

Justine," Zoe said, "I don't want to curse anyone." "Of course you don't, you're much too nice. But I don't have that problem.

I rarely dislike people for things they can't change, they usually give me sufficient cause to dislike them for other reasons.

Most men don't seem to get that telling a pissed-off woman to calm down is like throwing gunpowder on a fire.” ~ Liberty Jones

Hardy's either done the wrong thing for the wrong reason . . . " Another big swallow. "Or the wrong thing for the right reason.

There isn’t going to be a ‘next lover,’” Grant said automatically, outraged by the idea. “I’m the only man she’s going to have.

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