Penny Reid Quotes

Maybe love, at its essence, is being a mirror for another person—for the good parts and the bad. Perhaps love is simply finding that one person who sees you clearly, cares for you deeply, challenges y...

If you’re not just a little bit afraid of letting down one or both of your parents, then you must’ve had shitty parents. I’m not talking about paralyzing fear—paralyzing fear also means shitty parents...

I want enduring love. And, if people are honest with themselves, I think that's what everyone wants.

Just because you don't feel calm, doesn't mean you can't be calm.

You should have me there as your representative to make sure he doesn’t try to zap you with his sexy ray.Zap me with his sexy ray?You know what I’m talking about. I barely saw him and I’m feeling the...

Don’t set yourself on fire trying to keep others warm.

I’d kiss you but I don’t want our beards to tangle.

Parker, what are you doing? Making a funny face in an effort to make you stop staring at me like I murdered your beloved goldfish.

My type has a romantic soul. He’ll make my brain and my heart fight over who gets him first. He does what’s right, even when it’s not easy—actually, especially when it’s not easy. He knows the value o...

I've learned that the more people I love — and I mean really, really, completely, unconditionally love — the happier I am.

I’d learned from my mother that when someone gives you a subjective compliment—meaning one that can’t be disproven and is based on opinion—but that you find to be completely false, rather than argue,...

Take romance for instance. Fictional women in romance novels never get their period. They never have morning breath. They orgasm seventeen times a day. And they never seem to have jobs with bosses.

To friendscorts. Like escorts, but without the cash.

Because you scratched my itch and then you kissed me—both of which freaked me out because neither of which are in the course syllabus for laboratory experiments this semester. And, furthermore—

I never cross-pollinate fantasy and reality.

So I buried myself under my covers and cried like it was my job and I was hoping for a promotion.

Road trips can either suck monkey balls or, with the right person, they can be awesomesauce with cheesy fries.

Duane’s mouth parted slightly and his eyebrows lifted high on his forehead. All hints of his earlier frown had vanished. Unless I was misreading his expression, he appeared to be a little lost, like m...

When we unloaded the last box Vincent surprised me by taking my hand and placing a kiss on my knuckles. His deep chocolate eyes gazed into mine as he spoke with an air of knowing wisdom, If I ever che...

Pretending Tina Patterson was Jessica James was like pretending tofu was steak.