All these men who loved Emma, I think. For all her problems, men were fixated on her. Will anyone ever feel like that about me?
I wanted to be his life preserver, the thing that would keep him afloat. Instead, he became my anchor. And I’m tired of drowning.
A romance book is designed to tell you something about love-its ability to endure, forgive, go the extra mile, care about someone, put someone else first.
Maybe sometimes we can only see the truth about ourselves if someone shows us where to look.
Your heart plays a song like a broken music box, but nothing ever sounded quite so beautiful to me. Together, in the dance of wounded-wing swans we’ll rise above the ruins, melting into the golden light.
No sentimentality, no romance, no false hope, no self-petting lies, merely that which is!
Lips to lips, mouth to mouth,
Comes the speaker of the shrouds,
Suck in the spirit, speak the words,
Let secrets of the dead be heard.
I’ll tell you something, Harpy,” he said, his voice almost a whisper now. “It never even occurred to me that we wouldn’t make it. And it never occurred to you that we would. You were just waiting for us to go down in flames. I thought we could get through anything.
i immerse myself