Perhaps only those who had loved and lost could appreciate this magic.
One should make the best choice possible given the circumstances, and then avoid second-guessing for the sake of one's own sanity.
It’s all right, the boy murmured as he felt her trembling. My grandmother always told me ‘Never try to turn back on a new road—you don’t know what adventures await you.
It’s a mistake, you know. You have no idea of what you’ll be exposed to…the obscenities and lewd comments, the lecherous gazes, the groping and pinching…and that’s just at my house. Imagine what it wo...
If loneliness was a choice, what was the other option? To settle for second-best and try to be happy with that? And was that fair to the person you settled for?
I'm not short, Daisy muttered. Short women are never mysterious, or elegant, or pursued by handsome men. And they're always treated like children. I refuse to be short.
I'd do almost anything for you. I think I'd kill for you. But I'm not going to comfort you while you cry in my arms over another man. - Gage Travis
I thought I would spend the rest of my life searching for little reminders of you...
I like pessimists. They’re always the ones who bring life jackets for the boat.
I forced myself to take another bite of bread, chewing casually. But inside I felt stricken, filled with unexpected yearning. And I realized the problem: no one I knew would have come up with that day...
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.
I don't think Harry cares about being forgiven, Poppy said glumly.Of course he does. Men love to be forgiven. It makes us feel better about our inability to learn from our mistakes.
I didn't know that, you take your coffee seriously, dont you?''Every morning, I run to the coffeemaker like a soldier returning to a lost love after the war.
His quiet certainty made the ground beneath my feet feel solid. Like someday everything might actually be okay.
He was so far from the gallant knights in her romantic fantasies ... He was tarnished, scarred, imperfect.Deliberately he had destroyed any illusions she might have had about him, exposing his mysteri...
He spoke just beneath her ear, his voice thick with tormented pleasure. You have to leave, Sara ... because I want to hold you like this until your skin melts into mine. I want you in my bed, the smel...
Having regrets is the only sign that you’ve done anything interesting with your life.
Good God. I don’t believe St. Vincent and the word ‘celibacy’ have ever been mentioned in the same sentence before.
Falling hard and fast. And there didn't seem to be a thing I could do about it.
Daisy had known the novel was silly even as she had read it, but that had not detracted one bit from her enjoyment.