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The sound of the surf mingled with the wind rushing in his ears, and still it did not drown out the sound of her voice: “Can you think of any reason why I should not stay?” A thousand. None of them good enough.
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Pain is the only reward for clinging to impossible dreams.
Connie Brockway
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Charm is getting people to say "yes" without ever having to ask them a question.
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Conscience is like a pet: If you spoil it by too much attention it'll start yipping at the most inopportune times.
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The knowledge that she was needed by something living, that she could benefit another creature, produce happiness, or contentment, or just a feeling of security - somehow it filled a part of her as nothing else had.
Connie Brockway -
Nothing seduces vanity like the word "help".
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Who of us would have ended up where we are if someone hadn't had the good sense to interfere with us?
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But honor, Thomas conceded wryly, born late blooms strong.
Connie Brockway
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Without remorse she gave good-bye to her fantasies. They'd served their purpose, they'd awoken her heart to its potential. But as far as using them as a template for her life ...
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I am no good without you, Ginesse,” he said. “I spent a lifetime alone, but I never understood loneliness until I was away from you. I never understood happiness until I saw you again.
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Passion is tragedy-in-waiting
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Give me a strong back, over a soft heart.
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An intelligent lady, a little too mature for recklessness, a little too young for caution.
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Because every time you said my name, it would touch your lips.” His voice lost its hard edge, grew as dark and smoky as his gaze. “Like a kiss.”
Connie Brockway