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.— Lisa Kleypas
The most cheering Lisa Kleypas quotes that will transform you to a better person
Fate is the malevolent little jester sitting up in the heavens and pondering over how ridiculous we humans are and he does his best to make fools out of all of us. And sooner or later he succeeds.
... I discovered life sometimes has a way of giving you what you need, but not in the form you expect.
My theory about meeting people,' he said,'is that it's better not to make a really good first impression. Because it's all downhill from there. You're always having to live up to that first impression, which was just an illusion.
I think in a moment of weakness, you might surprise yourself.
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.
He was my confidant, the person who was always on my side even when he wasn't taking my side.
I had to admit the man looked amazing in jeans.
The ancient denim clung lightly to his hips and followed the long lines of some remarkable thigh muscles. And although I made a point of not checking out his rear view, my peripheral vision was having a very good day.” ~ Haven Travis on Hardy Cates
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
I want morning and noon and nightfall with you.
I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses...the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life...to lie in your arms as I take my last breath.
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.
A couple of times in your life, it happens like that.
You meet a stranger, and all you know is that you need to know everything about him.
Sometimes life has a cruel sense of humor, giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst time possible.
Some people there's no getting over.
Aristotle taught that stars are made of a different matter than the four earthly elements— a quintessence— that also happens to be what the human psyche is made of. Which is why man’s spirit corresponds to the stars. Perhaps that’s not a very scientific view, but I do like the idea that there’s a little starlight in each of us.
I'd sell my soul to have you. In my whole life, you'll always be what I wanted most." ~ Hardy Cates
I've always thought it was about finding the right person.
But it's about choosing the right person, isn't it?
I thought about the future, the oceans and continents he would cross, far away from everyone who knew and loved him. Far outside the sphere of his mothers prayers. Among the women of the future, there was one who would know his secrets and bear his children, and witness the changes the years worked on him. And it wouldnt be me. -Liberty Jones
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.
Scorpions are quite ruthless, you know.
That is why Artemis bid one of them to kill her foe Orion. And as a reward she set the scorpion on up in the sky. I'm not ruthless. I merely do whatever it takes to achive my goals That's not ruthless?
There are some experiences in life they haven't invented the right words for.
Weddings are never about the bride and groom, weddings are public platforms for dysfunctional families.
For thousands of nights I dreamed of making love to you.
No man on earth has ever hated sunrise as I do.
What are their names? Psycho and Killer?" He shook his head.
"Cupcake and Twinkie." My mouth dropped open. "You're kidding." A grin flitted across his lips. "Afraid not." If naming them after dessert snacks had been Miss Marva's attempt to make them seem cute, it wasn't working.
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.
Bad divorce?" Hardy asked, his gaze falling to my hands.
I realized I was clutching my purse in a death grip. “No, the divorce was great,” I said. “It was the marriage that sucked.
A good conversation always involves a certain amount of complaining.
I like to bond over mutual hatreds and petty grievances.
I like pessimists. They’re always the ones who bring life jackets for the boat.
Asking an eight-year-old girl if something is a little over-the-top is like asking a Texan if there are too many jalapenos in the salsa. The answer is always no." -Liberty Jones
Rohan, one of us is an unmarried man with superior mathematical abilities and no prospects for the evening. The other is a confirmed lecher in an amorous mood, with a willing and nubile young wife waiting at home. Who do you think should do the damned account books?" And, with a nonchalant wave, St. Vincent had left the office.
You won't kiss me for diamonds," he said, his voice slightly raspy, "but you will for chocolates?" Poppy nodded.
Women. You'll interpret anything as love. You see a man wearing an idiotic expression, and you assume he's been struck by Cupid's arrow when in reality, he's digesting a bad turnip.
No one can tell you what your path is .
. . but someday you'll discover it. . . and it won't be at all what you expected.
Dating is like trying to make a meal out of leftovers.
Some leftovers actually get better when they've had a little time to mature. But others should be thrown out right away, No matter how you try to warm them up, they're never as good as when they were new.
He liked cheap women, fast cars, late nights, and hard liquor, especially all together. In Jack's view, you are obliged to sin on Saturday night so you'd have something to atone for Sunday morning. Otherwise, you'd be putting the preacher out of business.
I am running after you, and life, in desperate pursuit.
My dream is that someday you will both turn and let me catch you. That dream carries me through every night... I have enclosed a hundred kisses in this letter. You must count them out carefully and not lose any.
It's drugs, isn't it"? Tara was so innocent.
She got pulled into that glamorous lifestyle with all her rich friends...all that cocaine dust floating around, she probably inhaled some by accident, and then -' 'There's no such thing as secondhand cocaine snorting, Mom.
My prize, my pleasure and pain, my endless desire. I've never know anyone like you.
It's a mistake, you know. You have no idea what you'll be exposed to...the obscenities and lewd comments, the lecherous gazes, the groping and pinching...and that's just my house. Imagine what it would be like here.
Opening up to the wrong person is like putting ammo in their hands.
Daisy has a unique spirit. A warm and romantic nature. If she is forced into a loveless marriage, she will be devastated. She deserves a husband who will cherish her for everything she is, and who will protect her from the harsher realities of the world. A husband who will allow her to dream." -Westcliff
Shaw...has a woman ever asked you to write a poem for her?" "Good God, no," Gideon replied with a snicker. "Shaws don't write poetry. They pay others to write it for them and then take the credit for it.
"I won't apologize for my past. A man is supposed to have experience." "From all indications, you've acquired enough for ten men".
Hardy Cates," I said, coming into the room, "you behave, or I'll step on your tube." The nurse seemed taken aback by my unsympathetic bedside manner. But Hardy's gaze met mine in a moment of bright, hot voltage, and he relaxed, reassured in a way that cooing sympathy could never have done. "That only works if it's a breathing tube," he told me.
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.
I wish you were a mind-reader. I want you to know everything but I don't want to have to tell you. Because there are some things I don't want to say out loud.
I didn't mean to send love letters, but that is what they became.
On their way to you, my words turned into heartbeats on the page.
She had always maintained a cynical facade, using it as a defence against embarrassment, fear, loneliness… but at the moment she felt unusually vulnerable.
God, it was good. Comforting and stimulating at the same time. Absolute world-class pheromones. I wished I could take his jacket home with me. Not him, just the jacket.
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?