“ Fine. Such a stupid word really. It feels empty and weightless. It’s the kind of word you use to hide the truth. Krista Ritchie
“ 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… Krista Ritchie
“ . . because we cannot conceive that as we grow up our own minds will become so enlarged and elevated that we ourselves shall then regard as trifling those objects and pursuits we now so fondly cherish… Anne Bronte
“ I promise I don’t bite.” He winked at her.That earned him another throaty laugh. Then she bent over him, hands braced on his thighs, her luscious mouth inches from his. The heat of her palms singed hi… J.M. Stewart
“ Doubt filled her eyes. “What are we betting for, anyway?”He hadn’t thought about that, but it took his brain all of three seconds to come up with an answer. He knew damn well what he wanted from her.… J.M. Stewart
“ You’re my best friend’s kid sister, Ang. I’ve known you since you were eight.” He ducked his head, dragged his hands through his hair with all the frustration winding through him. “Christ, if your bro… J.M. Stewart
“ Unable to help himself, he offered her a smile and stared into those eyes as he tapped his mouth. “I think you missed. J.M. Stewart
“ Yessir, some things is sin 'cause God says so. Some things is sin 'cause they hurt other people. And some things is just pure-dee stupid. David Hopper
“ I guess I'd rather have a truthful neighbor who says he hates me than a lyin' one who claims he loves me. David Hopper
“ I love you,” he says again, “and no other man will ever say those words and mean them the way I do. Krista Ritchie
“ I wonder how much- or how little- they remember. I am somehow convinced that they don't remember any of it, because they don't need to remember. I'm the only one that hears the voice of the Turtle, th… Stephen King
“ It was strange, because she always felt that she hid herself from Erika, that she was more 'herself' with her 'true' friends, where the friendship flowed in an ordinary, uncomplicated, grown-up fashio… Liane Moriarty
“ She [Mme Sazerat] did not offer her hand, but smiled at my mother with vague melancholy as one smiles at a playmate from one's childhood, but with whom all connection has been severed because she has… Marcel Proust
