I’m a big believer in putting things off, In fact, I even put off procrastinating.-Ella Varner
I spent most of my youth hauling sides of beef and pork to my father’s shop. Carrying you is far more enjoyable.How sweet, Annabelle mumbled sickly, her eyes closed. Every woman dreams of being told that she’s preferable to a dead cow.
I want you any way I can get you. Not because you’re beautiful or clever or kind or adorable, although devil knows you’re all those things. I want you because there’s no one else like you, and I don’t ever want to start a day without seeing you.
Opening up to the wrong person is like putting ammo in their hands.
It was finally becoming clear to her that love wasn’t about finding someone perfect to marry. Love was about seeing through to the truth of a person, and accepting all their shades of light and dark. Love was an ability.
If loneliness was a choice, what was the other option? To settle for second-best and try to be happy with that? And was that fair to the person you settled for?
One glance and I knew exactly who and what he was. The classic alpha male, the kind who had spurred evolution forward about five million years ago by nailing every female in sight. They charmed, seduced, and behaved like bastards, and yet women were biologically incapable of resisting their magic DNA.
You think I’d cheat on you? I demanded with all the innocent outrage I could muster.With another guy, no. With a cheeseburger . . . in a heartbeat.
Shock is a merciful condition. It allows you to get through disaster with a necessary distance between you and your feelings.
You seem to think you have a choice,” Cam said. “But you have it backwards. Love chooses you. The shadow moves as the sun commands.
The question, love, is whether you want me enough to take the risk.
Mysteries of attraction could not always be explained through logic. Sometimes the fractures in two separate souls became the very hinges that held them together.
Most men don’t seem to get that telling a pissed-off woman to calm down is like throwing gunpowder on a fire.” ~ Liberty Jones
There are some experiences in life they haven’t invented the right words for.
The span of three or four minutes is pretty insignificant in the scheme of things. People lose hundreds of minutes everyday, squandering them on trivial things. But sometimes in those fragments of time, something can happen you’ll remember the rest of your life.