Many times in life I've regretted the things I've said without thinking. But I've never regretted the things I said nearly as much as the words I left unspoken.
I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.
This is not Tolstoy. I don't want to know what critics and professors think of what I'm writing. It might hurt my feelings.
When something terrible happens, how you react determines who you are from then on.
No matter what your profession is, it's good to scare yourself a little from time to time! It's crucial to keep challenging yourself and to learn from people who are more accomplished than you are.
I'd gone to Wellesley College, an amazing women's college where the students were encouraged to follow our dreams. However, after I graduated and had a historical romance published, more than a few people indicated that, in some way, my career choice was a 'waste' of so much education.
We all know that being able to express deep emotion can literally save a person's life, and suppressing emotion can kill you both spiritually and physically.
I had never ironed anything in my life. The proper pressing of a shirt was a mystery of the universe akin to black holes and dark matter.
I've never known anyone more ill equipped for happiness. He wouldn't know what to do with it.
There isn't going to be a "next lover,'" Grant said automatically, outraged by the idea. "I'm the only man she's going to have.
A man's vanity is more fragile that you might think. It's easy for us to mistake shyness for coldness, and silence for indifference.
Seduction is merely encouraging a man to do something he already wants to do.
You are everything that's ever been my favourite thing," she wanted to tell him. "You're my love song, my birthday cake, the sound of ocean waves and French words and a baby's laugh. You're a snow angel, crÃ¨me brulÃ©e, a kaleidoscope filled with glitter. I love you and you'll never catch up, because I've gotten a head start and my heart is racing at light speed.
I wondered how many times in my life I had done something just because I wanted to without weighing the consequences.
A good conversation always involves a certain amount of complaining. I like to bond over mutual hatreds and petty grievances.
Shock is a merciful condition. It allows you to get through disaster with a necessary distance between you and your feelings.
Most lives are not distinguished by great achievements. They are measured by an infinite number of small ones. Each time you do a kindness for someone or bring a smile to his face, it gives your life meaning. Never doubt your value, little friend. The world would be a dismal place without you in it. (tweaked version of a passage from Scandal in Spring)
Sometimes a woman needs a man for company, no matter how useless he is.
I love you, he thought, looking at Win. I love every part of you, every thought and word...the entire complex, fascinating bundle of all the things you are. I want you with ten different kinds of need at once. I love all the seasons of you, the way you are now, the thought of how much more beautiful you'll be in the decades to come. I love you for being the answer to every question my heart could ask.
There are some experiences in life they haven't invented the right words for.
You are your own worst enemy. If you can learn to stop expecting impossible perfection, in yourself and others, you may find the happiness that has always eluded you.
If only I could visit you as a foreigner goes into a new country, learn the language of you, wander past all borders into every private and secret place, I would stay forever. I would become a citizen of you.
Because one day of something wonderful is better than a forever of nothing special.
I want to fill every part of you, breathe the air from your lungs and leave my handprints on your soul. I want to give you more pleasure than you can bear.
There's only one thing a bully respected: bigger bully.
A well-read woman is a dangerous creature.
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.
We'll continue our discussion later. Right now I intend to escort Miss Peyton to her room." "That is not a wise idea, in my opinion," the earl said. "I'm glad I didn't ask for it, then," Simon returned pleasantly
And I wonder how Gage knew this is what my soul has craved. He turns me to face him, his eyes searching. It occurs to me that no one in my life has ever concerned himself so thoroughly with my happiness.
I was going to have to leave you anyway. Because I loved you too much to drag you down with me." My hand crept up to caress the rigid line of his jaw. "Why'd you change your mind?" I whispered. "After I calmed down a little and had a chance to think, I figured . . . I love you enough to try and deserve you. I would do anything, be anything, for you.
But I hadn't known what love was. And I wondered how you could ever be sure, when you thought you loved someone, if you really did.
Believe me, when my "personal endowments' are being discussed, I always pay attention." ~ Cam Rohan
What does your gut tell you?" "My gut and I aren't currently speaking to each other
Daisy had known the novel was silly even as she had read it, but that had not detracted one bit from her enjoyment.
I realized I wasn't going to find a man until I was willing to expose myself to possible harm, to assume the risks of rejection and betrayal and heartbreak that came along with caring about someone. Someday, I promised myself, I would be ready for that kind of risk.
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
She had always maintained a cynical facade, using it as a defence against embarrassment, fear, loneliness" but at the moment she felt unusually vulnerable.
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?
I figured if I told it to myself often enough, I would start believing it.
Because handsomeness is always accompanied by vanity.And I suppose ugliness is accompanied by a wealth of virtues?