Love is not the absence of logic but logic examined and recalculated heated and curved to fit inside the contours of the heart.— Tammara Webber
The most belligerent Tammara Webber quotes that will be huge advantage for your personal development
There are a million ways to lose someone you love.
When you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop digging.
He laughed, and the sound reduced the pain of every sore place on my body to the dullest ache.
I say I don't believe in love, but that's not really true - love is just the name of an emotion. It's like on steroids. It's lust with ethics.
The key to lying skillfully is never lie to yourself.
Alcohol removes inhibitions. It doesn't trigger criminal violence where there was none before.
No offense to hot girls everywhere- but newsflash- there are hot girls everywhere.
Look at me, Emma." Her eyes are full, the lids heavy. "Graham," she breathes. "I need you to hear me." Cradling her head in my hands, thumbs sweeping her tears away, I stare into her eyes. "I belong to you. There is no one else. All I want is to be where you are.
Sorry, boyfriends everywhere—you’re doomed to sit through an hour and forty-seven minutes of syrupy drivel. The payoff? Between my face, Tadd’s abs and Quinton’s biceps, your girl will be ready for takeoff as soon as the credits roll. You’re welcome.
Time would not change what I was feeling--or not feeling.
I'd had time, and though the ache from his desertion hadn't disappeared, it was decreasing. My future was blurry, yes, but I was beginning to imagine a future when I would no longer miss him at all.
No matter what grief or loss takes place, most of life flows on all around us, as though nothing's changed. At some point in our sorrow, we each make a choice to sink or swim. There's no alternative.
The night we met-I'm not like that guy.
" His jaw was rigid. "I know tha-" He placed a finger over my lips, his expression softening. "So I don't want you to feel pressured. Or overpowered. But I do, absolutely, want to kiss you right now. Badly.
"Keep looking at me,” she said, laughing as though we were having an amusing conversation. “He’s staring at you. And I mean staring. That boy is undressing you with his eyes. Can you feel it?” Her expression was triumphant. Could I feel his stare? I can now, thanks, I thought.
Chivalry isn't really dead you know." "Oh?" "Nah. That guy's just an asshole.
Alarmed, I realized what my visceral reaction implied: jealousy.
Over a guy I barely knew, with whom I’d exchanged more saliva than sentences.
When you find yourself about to say something that crosses a line, something that could cause irreparable harm, sometimes the best you can do is just not say that thing.
Bonus: I now knew what Erin meant by lickable abs.
Brooke?” I puff out a sigh. “For chrissake, Reid, who do you think it is? And haven’t you put me into your contacts yet?” “Yeah... It just says Satan, though, and I forgot I’d assigned that title to you.
No matter what happened to any individual person, life was going on elsewhere.
The first time Kennedy kissed me, it stood to reason that at the same time, other people were splitting up. And the night Kennedy broke my heart, somewhere - maybe right there in my dorm, other people were falling in love.
I used to think of two people in love like that.
Like puzzle pieces, fitting together. But it's not like that at all. Love pulls a part of you out, and it pulls a part of him - like taffy, stretching but not separating. The tendrils of each one wrap around the other, until they meld together. One, but not quite. Separate, but not quite.
I'd basically described myself: a quiet, studious bookworm who would go to bed at a decent hour. A non-partier who wouldn't bring a parade of boys through our room, or make it the floor headquarters for beer pong.
But the scars are always there, waiting for something to poke them.
I'm a hopeful romantic who adores novels with happy endings, because there are enough sad endings in real life.
That’s what faith is, right?’ he says.
‘Believing in what can’t be known? Fall into my arms, Dori. I’ll catch you, every time, and I won’t let go.
Some of us can begin to heal the damage people have done to us by escaping the situation, but some of us need more than that. Tattoos make statements that need to be made. Or hide things that are no one’s business. Your scars are battle wounds, but you don’t see them that way. Yet.
Over the past three years, we'd become each other's habit.
And though he'd broken his habit of me when he walked away, I'd not broken my habit of him.
He stared down at me, and i examined his beautiful eyes up close, something i'd never tire of doing.
You 're so beautiful.
I watched him pull his t-shirt over his head.
I could put hin on replay doing that and watch it all day.
But just because you’re strong and resilient doesn’t mean you never need someone to be there for you, to take care of you.
The truth was, he now belonged only to my past, and it was time I begin to accept it, as much as it hurt to do so.
Something about first love defies duplication.
Before it, your heart is blank. Unwritten. After, the walls are left inscribed and graffitied. When it ends, no amount of scrubbing will purge the scrawled oaths and sketched images, but sooner or later, you find that there’s space for someone else, between the words and in the margins.
There's something uncontaminated about her, and I don't even mean sexually or whatever. I mean the way she is, at her core. Like when you wake up and the world has been blanketed by snow overnight, and not a single footstep or tire track has spoiled the untouched perfection of it.
I don't believe there's a reason for everything, and having faith doesn't mean I'm blind. I believe people make poor choices. I believe bad things happen to good people. I believe there's evil in the word that I will never understand, but will never stop fighting.
He was in a slow-motion mood-one of my favorites, though it meant i'd be driven crazy before we were done.
But I'll say this, if what looks like the facts of the matter are conflicting with your feelings, then you need more information before deciding
Not. Your. Fault." I nodded again, holding onto his words like they were redemption.
We were encouraged to propose safetyprevention suggestions, and write them all down— locking doors, walking or exercising with a friend, wearing shoes that don’t hinder running. Erin’s suggestion of “Avoid assholes” was popular.
maybe i'm exacly where i should be after all.
Wait." "Stop?" I bit my lip and nodded. "Stop everything, or just go no further?" "Just...just no further." "Done." He gathered me into his arms and kissed me, one hand tangled in my hair and the other one caressing down my back, our hearts pulsing out a cadence that the musician in me translated into a concert of lust.
I’ve come to ask how you do it. How you feel what I know you’re feeling and then walk away like that.
The getting is easy; the keeping is the important part.
The way he kissed me felt like a brand. Like he was tattooing himself under my skin.
I wanted to tell you that I just--I miss you.
And maybe that sounds ridiculous--like we barely know each other, but between the emails and texts and... everything else, I felt like we did. Like we do. and I miss--I don't know how else to say it--I miss both of you.
Landon Loucas Maxfield was asleep on his sofa. With me.
When you tell me to be good, it makes me want to be good,' I say, hearing the undisguised desire in my voice. I run my fingers through the hair at her temples, taking her face between my palms, and she doesn't move. 'It also makes me want to be very, very bad.
Erin was right. Apologies could come too late.
She's the ulimate heroine, strong-willed and independent, intelligent, loyal, but at the same time, she's not flawless, she's not above mistakes, or falling in love.
Not stupid. Overly trusting, maybe, but that reflects on his lack of trustworthiness, not on your intelligence.