Your staying or leaving doesn’t impact the premise of your demand, which seems to be that I have no control over myself. That’s wrong. I decide who destroys me, not you, Mark Compton.
Live life to appreciate life.
After saying goodbye, he makes another call that is quick and in French before setting his phone on the counter, crossing his arms over his black Sons of Anarchy T-shirt.
And I don’t want to be a part of the ‘who’s got the bigger sword?’ contest you two have going on, either. I don’t do cockfights. I just want to do my job and do it well.
And some violinist— David Garrett. David Garrett, I repeat, who you swear will seduce me into loving his music.
Any man who isn’t married by thirty-five is either gay or he’s got skeletons in his closet.
Broken from the band Life-house fills the room, because Chris doesn’t know how personal it is to me. I’m falling apart. I’m barely breathing. I’m barely holding on to you. This song, this place with t...
Escape, baby. The lack of control is control. When you’re hanging on each moment, anticipating what comes next, it leaves room for nothing else. That’s what I want to do for you. …And who helps you es...
Fear and a secret are two different things, I remind him, pointing out the difference in the two phrases. Often they come together. A secret that leads to fear in one way, shape, or form.
Focus on what you can control... Kow what you can bend to your will, and don't waste energy on what you can't.
Great. I'm with the hottest man I've ever known and raccoons have crawled through my hair and settled under my eyes.
Greed is a stronger force than gravity.
He is an addiction, and addictions are never good for you. He’s taking me deeper into his world, deeper into his dark desires, but I’m never able to get behind the physical aspect of our relationship....
He pulls the door shut behind him and drags me against him, murmuring softly, I understand why you left. I understand everything. I cling to him, holding on for what feels like dear life. I should hav...
He’s right. He is. But thankfully he’s a dickhead who doesn’t seem to know my panties are in Chris’s pocket.
His presence in my life is like the lighthouse in my stormy waters to a ship lost at sea.
His presence in my life is like the lighthouse in stormy waters to a ship lost at sea.
Isn’t that what we all want? To be with someone who consumes us? Who makes us want to give them all that we are, even though it’s terrifying?
I’m angry at Chris. I’m hurt. Well, you know what I fear? This is my fear. This moment when, once again, you shut me outand I’m alone. If you were going to leave me alone, you should have walked away...
I’m letting this Rebecca mystery make my mind run wild. Actually, my whole life feels like it’s running wild whereas only weeks before it was calm and uneventful. I’m standing on a high-rise ledge and...
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