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I'm afraid I might make a fool of myself over him. I'm not even sure he would notice if I did.
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Happiness is not just an act of optimism - it is an act of defiance.
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You can call me your friend if you like, but I think of you when I stroke myself. When last I checked, that points to feelings that are decidedly more than friendly.
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Perhaps God gave one sisters to teach one to love the inexplicable.
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Maybe he was cold, but sometimes ice burned.
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I think we may have started this conversation off on the wrong foot," Robert said finally. In fact, if the conversation had been animate, the merciful thing to do would have been to take it out behind the barn and shoot it.
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The road to hell was surely paved with cacao.
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And she’d discovered she wasn’t empty inside. She was magnificent. Even if nobody yet recognized it.
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Some people, when they’re hurt… they remember the challenge. They grab hold of the fire once, and when they’re burned, they make plans, trying to figure out how to hold live coals. That’s your mother. But some of us remember the pain.
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It was not lust itself he felt, but the premonition of desire, as if the wind that whipped around his cravat were whispering in his ears. /Her. Choose her.
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A lady always avoids the truth, when it happens to be gauche.
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A life without risk is one where I tell myself I'm not worthy of taking a chance.
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Over the years, everyone stumbles. That's why I'll be here for you — and you'll be there for me. I don't expect perfection. I want you, and you're a thousand times better.
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“I am small,” she said, “but mighty.
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“I lie, I forge I blackmail.” Edward shrugged. “But cheating at cards? I'd never stoop so low.” Good to know you have some principles.
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Oh, thank God. It wasn't the pens talk.
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One mustn’t justify day-to-day morality with extraordinary circumstances. Otherwise, we would all feel free to rape and murder at the drop of a cat.
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...what started with those simple requirements – make her notice me, but guarantee that nobody understood how I felt – turned into the cruelest thing I have ever done to another human.
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Her lips found his and a stab of exquisite desire shot through him. This is what he's been waiting for all this time. Not a stolen embrace. A gift, freely given. One that he would keep forever in some small part of his soul.
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I assumed I would be better off telling you about this, rather than waiting for the entire thing to blow up in my face.
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No woman has ever needed a man to be enough.
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Robert believed in restraint. He made it a point not to emulate his father. He refused to be the kind of man who took a woman just because he fancied her. But, damn it, sometimes he wished he were. He wished he were with every part of his being.