Quotes from Erin McCarthy

I can't give you the sunset, but I can give you the night.

And everyone is always saying that marriage is really hard and takes a lot of work. But the thing is, when you know that you love someone, those things don't matter. You have to push all the everyday things and the outside world away, and just enjoy knowing that this is the man who has the chest your head is meant to lie on.

Love, no matter how it's expressed, is still love. We all have flaws, and so our love will be flawed. But that doesn't diminish it.

Alright, good night," he said, his words a little slurred. "But before I pass out, I want you to know that you're the hottest biscuit this side of the gravy boat.

If I'm working this hard in the morning, I'd prefer it be because my man has woken me up with an eight-inch nudge.

I think perfect love is any time you love unconditionally, without selfish intent, without concern for personal gain.

Honey, nobody ever knows someone completely. You have to just enjoy what you do know and have faith in the rest.

Me? I'm being ridiculous? You're the one flirting for your thesis. What the hell kind of degree is that anyway? A doctorate of dick tease?

He's a pig and I don't allow livestock in the house.

Seamus: "I was wondering if you would like to go get some coffee" Cara: "Well that depends ... do you like to take long walks?" Seamus: "Yes" Cara: "Do you like sex?" Seamus: "Yeees" Cara: "Then take a f***ing hike and leave me the hell alone.

You need to decide whether you're willing to risk being hurt, plain and simple. You can go for it and have a wonderful relationship. Or you might go for it and crash and burn brilliantly. It's up to you if you want to take that risk, up to you if it's worth it or not.

Our relationship felt like a Christmas gift that you hadn't asked for and weren't expecting to receive, but the minute you saw it, you knew it was perfect for you.

I am successful because of my brains and my guts, put together, and I don't need some fancy-ass degree from a bunch of sweater-vest-wearing pricks who haven't gotten laid since Bush Senior was president... Do you know who studies sociology? People who would rather observe life than live it.

Literature wasn't intended to be about perfect people, it was about flaws, very real and very deep human flaws.

Because that was what we all did—we searched for labels for people until we found one we thought might fit, and then we sighed in relief that we had placed them.

Life is like waiting in line at the grocery store. You wait, you slowly move forward, you pay the price, then you exit unsatisfied and broke.

Her bun was baking, but her bloody heart was breaking.

This was fun. We should find out we're still married more often." "Why, so every day can be a special new plunge into hell?" "Nobody I'd rather burn with than you, babe.

Promise me if I don't make you happy, you'll toss me aside, no matter how much pressure I put on you. Because even though I can be selfish, all I really want is for you to be happy.

And the thing is, we can't fail. We've already hit the bottom and come out of it. From here on out, if we just love and listen, we can't go wrong, babe.

Though Trish and her bad boy types weren't exactly Kindra's style, she had to agree that Violet went for quiet and uninteresting. Sort of like mild salsa. Why even bother? You'd be better off just biting a tomato.

Once upon a time she had liked to dance. When she had been about the same age as the little brunette out there who kept lifting her dress up over her head. Now that was living. Just lift your dress if you wanted to get down and don't worry what anyone thought.

Can I get you anything? A drink? A fresh change of clothes? A membership card to Hypocrites International?

I want to be IMPORTANT to you. Special. He shook his head and gave a soft laugh. Do You know how stupid I feel saying that? I think my balls just dropped to the floor.