Quotes from Susan Mallery

I'm going to walk you home. I know the way. Maybe, but the streets are dangerous. I don't want anything to happen to you. My door is about five feet from yours. What could happen? You never know.

But, as her mother had often told her, life wasn't meant to be easy. It was meant to be lived.

I thought I was looking for something. Now I get that I was looking for someone. You. I'll go back to school and get my degree because it will make you happy. But also because it will make me the kind of man you want. This all about you, Aurelia. Don't you get that?

The root of all fears. Not being accepted by those we care about. Being rejected and isolated. It's a primal fear. As a species, we are meant to be part of a group. A community. We mistrust loners because we don't understand them. With the exception of our romanticizing the loner in movies and novels, of course.

I think that's everything," she said, rising to her feet. "Thank you, Mr. MacIntyre." He shook his head. "Lucas. Or the deal is off." She pressed her lips together. "All right. Lucas. And I must tell you, I don't particularly care for you shortening my name. Emily is perfectly fine." "I know, Em. I'll keep that in mind.

I'll have you know I was wildly in love with Ford long before he was dangerous. No one truly loves like a fourteen-year-old girl.

That's what women specialize in-demanding every scrap of humanity we have. Our hearts, our souls and our balls. You can fight it, my friend, but I've learned it's a whole lot smarter to hand it all over quietly. They're going to win in the end and if you resist, you only end up having to beg more.

Well? Marsha asked when Charity had left. A single word with a thousand meanings, Josh thought grimly. What was it about women and language? They could make a man squirm without putting much effort into the task. A skill he both admired and feared.

Everyone has a past, she reminded herself. If only she could have a good one. One that was exciting and involved pirates or space creatures.

Phoebe, we talked about this," he reminded her. "You deserve better than a quickie out in the open." "We're in a tent," she said before she could stop herself. "And it doesn't have to be quick.

Racks holding covered white gowns. Like plastic aliens, hanging and shrouded, waiting to be returned to the mother ship.

That was the thing I hated, that I'd made such a lousy choice. But I didn't. You set out to convince me you were exactly what I was looking for. I had no reason to mistrust you. You lied, I didn't.

As Maya Angelou said, 'I did then what I knew how to do. Now that I know better, I do better.

I like that you're emotionally broken, she said cheerfully. It keeps the playing field level. I'm not broken. I'm quirky. Is that what we're calling it?

A heartbeat later, the flashlight clicked off. Phoebe blinked in the darkness. "Zane?" "We're gonna have to do this by feel. Otherwise we'll be putting on a show." She thought about how flashlights in the tents created detailed shadows and blushed at the thought of entertaining the others.

Love is the only thing that makes us strong. It's all that matters in the end. Who we love and who loves us." He

What they teach in school isn't enough," Reggie said. "Birth control is important but what about the rest of it?" "The rest?" Dellina asked before she could stop herself. "You mean—" "Pleasure." Lark smiled at her husband. "Remember when I taught the girls to masturbate?" He nodded. "It was a beautiful time." Sam flinched.

Because that was the whole point of every person's journey. To be alive. To live and to keep moving forward.

He supposed that was the problem. That he'd gotten over loving Katie, but he'd never recovered from losing their friendship.

I'm putting on my own oxygen mask," she whispered, doing her best not to give in to the need to throw up. "I'm saving myself. I'm allowed to do that. It's going to be okay.

We all have to deal with something. I know that to be true. They say God never gives us more than we can handle, but I say sometimes He assumes we're stronger than we are. Life is a challenge.

I'm going to kill him. I'm a lawyer. I can keep myself out of jail.

His mouth seemed designed for kissing. Maybe it was all that non-conversation. Maybe talking too much undermined a man's ability to kiss.

Zane isn't for me," she said firmly. Maya laughed. "That sounds really good, but I can't help wondering who you're trying to convince.