Susan Elizabeth Phillips,
It was a kiss made in lonely dreams. A kiss that took its time. A kiss that felt so right she couldn’t remember all the reasons it was wrong. — Susan Elizabeth Phillips, This Heart of Mine (Avon, February 5, 2002)
It was a kiss made in lonely dreams. A kiss that took its time. A kiss that felt so right she couldn’t remember all the reasons it was wrong. — Susan Elizabeth Phillips, This Heart of Mine (Avon, February 5, 2002)
Maybe you think you’ll be entitled to more happiness later by forgoing all of it now, but it doesn’t work that way. Happiness takes as much practice as unhappiness does. It’s by living that you live more. By waiting you wait more. Every waiting day makes your life a little less. Every lonely day makes… Continue reading Ann Brashares
It is one of those summer days that feel like a memory welling up in your throat. — Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper. (Washington Square Press; Reprint edition February 1, 2005)
this thing that made me crazy; the way he cupped his fingers around the back of my neck, putting them just so that his thumb touched a pulse point. It’s so hard to explain, but it gave me a chill every time, almost like he was touching my heart. — Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby. (Viking… Continue reading Sarah Dessen
…But remember that you have to move on, somehow. You just pick your head up and stare at something beautiful like the sky or the ocean, and you move the hell on. — James Patterson, Suzanne’s Diary for Nicholas. (Vision; 1st US MM Ppbk Print, Aug. 2003 edition August 1, 2003)
How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury? ― Jodi Picoult, Mercy. (Washington Square Press April 1, 2001) Originally published 1996.
We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken a lifetime to learn. It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. It is a waste, for silence is pure.… Continue reading Nicholas Sparks
Relationships take time. They are days and nights and weeks. They are stretched and worked and kneaded into something you never imagined they could be. But when they are over, the end comes so quickly you barely have time to breathe, to blink. They are minutes and seconds, and one moment you have everything and… Continue reading Ted Michael
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… Continue reading Lisa Kleypas
One day, you and I are gonna wake up and be alright. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but one day. One day. I promise you. — Fisher Amelie, Callum & Harper. (Published December 24th 2011) Originally published December 22nd 2011.