I refuse to look at him, because he'd probably kiss me and I know absolutely nothing about this guy, other than a couple of naked truths.
Goals are achieved through discomfort and hard work.
It's you, he says aloud. My heart... wants you.
No, Sky. You didn't tell her everything…you told you everything. Those things happened to you, not to someone else. They happened to Hope. They happened to Sky. They happened to the best friend that I loved all those years ago, and they happened to the best friend I love who's looking back at me right now.
Something I can keep for myself.
I cried because I realized that no matter who he's become, a part of me is still in love with him...because I don't know how not to be.
Sometimes women just need to cry.
I've never felt so much at once. I've never needed to feel more. I lift my head and look back down into her eyes. She's a part of me now. I'm a part of her. I kiss her softly on the nose ans mouth and chin, then press my ear against her heart again. For the first time in my life, I hear absolutely everything.
Kisses like his should come with a warning label. They can't be good for the heart.
It's funny how that works. Sometimes not speaking says more than all the words in the world. Sometimes my silence is saying, I don't know how to speak to you. I don't know what you're thinking. Talk to me. Tell me everything you've ever said. All the words. Starting from your very first one.
Looks like we have quite the predicament here, boys. I smile at both of them, then eye the coffee in Breckin's hands. I see the Mormon brought the queen her offering of coffee. Very impressive.
He adjusts the microphone once more, then finds our table in the crowd and waves. I want to apologize to you, Syd, because I feel really bad for lying to you. You haven't gained weight, and your ass looked great in those jeans, but you really needed to wear that dress tonight. Also, you don't suck. I lied about that, too.
He holds the crown in the nonverval department.
She's crying, not because she's sad, but because she doesn't know how to express what she's feeling. She knows there aren't words good enough for this moment.
This isn't one of your fairy tales, Fallon. This is real life, and in the real world you have to bust your ass for the happy ever after!
Sometimes in life, we need a few bad days in order to keep the good ones in perspective.
My God, Sky. You look like you're about to pass out. Sit down. She takes the bottle from my hands and forces me into a chair.
Real ugly endings are better than fake happily ever after's.
Everything about him causes my lungs to fail and my heart to go into overdrive.
When you swing upon a memory So dark and far away You get caught upon a mystery That guides you through the day. Although you're standing weak And don't know your way around I will always be there For you when you're down.
I know. A bitch who finally met the right asshole.
I've wondered how someone could make me so incredibly happy if God didn't exist.
We can't take back who we've been in the past, Charlie. But we can control who we are in the present.
It's my fault. I'm the one who walked away last year when you tried to love me.
Maybe love isn't something that comes full circle. It just ebbs and flows, in and out, just like the people in our lives.
When you become mine, it'll be a forever thing. I've told you before that the only thing that matters to me with you are the forevers, and I mean that.
I just punched a girl in the face.
Just because you blocked the memory of me out of your mind doesn't mean you blocked the memory of me out of your heart.
Breckin shrugs. I'm new here. And if you haven't deducted from my impeccable fashion sense, I think it's safe to say that I'm… he leans forward and cups his hand to his mouth in secrecy. Mormon, he whispers.
Ridge and I just finished discussing TV rules," I lie. "I get Thursdays." "No, you don't," Warren says. "Tomorrow is Thursday. I watch Thursday-night porn on Thursdays.
People make spontaneous decisions based on their hearts all the time. There's so much more to relationships than just love.
We're all just people who sometimes do bad things. I guess that's true in a way. No one is exclusively bad, nor is anyone exclusively good. Some are just forced to work harder at suppressing the bad.
Are you actually good looking? she asks skeptically.
Your heart is so beautiful and someday someone is going to love that heart like it deserves to be loved.
Falling in love may not be a conscious decision, but removing yourself from the situation before it happens is. So if I meet someone I think I might fall in love with . . . I'll just remove myself from their presence until I'm ready for it.
You're all I see, Sloan. Beyond the job, beyond right and wrong. You're all I see.
I think I'd rather be heading to detention right now than to talk to him. My stomach is tied up in so many knots it could make a boy scout envious.
Will slams poems; I slam doors.
Just say it, I beg. I need her to say it out loud. All I need is for her to admit she brought him here because she was hurt and scared. I need her to admit that there's an actual heart inside her chest. And that sometimes it beats for me.
I barely know the guy, yet somehow I can feel that familiar clench of a fist gripping at my heart. I have to see him one more time, even if it's just to say good-bye.
Fucking heels, she mumbles. Only she isn't wearing heels. She's wearing black flats, but she blames them, anyway.
I don't know what will be more painful. Staying away from her so she doesn't find out, or telling her the truth and ruining her life all over again. - Dean Holder.
Want me to run with you? he asks, nudging his head toward the sidewalk behind me.
But she's not the kind of girl you choose your battles for. She's the kind of girl you fight to death for.
When you love someone, you owe it to them to help them be the best version of themselves that they can be.
The fact that I can't hear the world around me leaves me to focus more on the world inside me.
Sometimes things happen in life that you didn't plan for. All you can do is suck it up and start mapping out a new plan.
I call her Val because it's short for Valium and I always tell her she needs to take that shit by the bucketful. I wasn't lying when I said she was fucking crazy.
Are you allowed to get pregnant this weekend?
