Cheekbones that cut like ice and eyes like liquid scotch. Loren Hale is an alcoholic beverage and he doesn't even know it.
Promises from Lo are like bars at 2 a.m.--empty.
What’s going to happen, he breathes, is that I’m going to carry you through this door. I’m going to draw out every single moment until you’re exhausted. And I’m going to move so slow that three months...
I’m remarrying you, Lil. Fuck, I’d remarry you a hundred times until it stuck.
The danger of prolonged despair is its tendency to cloud the gift of a new beginning that every tomorrow offers. --Anissa's Redemption
Fine. Such a stupid word really. It feels empty and weightless. It’s the kind of word you use to hide the truth.
It seemed as though Theodore's passion for Alice far exceeded his genuine knowledge of her.