Quotes from Lori Wilde

She had closed him up in a mental box and he was supposed to stay there, dammit. Nothing more than a lovely fantasy she pulled out along with her vibrator from time to time.

Love just plain hurts sometimes, but we can't let that stop us from loving. Love is the only thing in the world that really matters.

He took hold of her chin with a thumb and forefinger. "Hold still. It will be over in a sec." "That's what she said," Kasha deadpanned. Chuckling, Axel shook his head. "You look all serious and quiet and then you drop these little humor bombs so unexpected that they sail over most people's heads.

Not to sound like Donald Trump or anything, but you're fired.

Letting go of the hurt and embracing the love and the people we have in the present moment is the key to happiness. Never forget this, my loves.

Use your memories to create something that keeps you warm at night, instead of clinging to worn-out emotions that tie you to past mistakes. We are all flawed, but we are also all perfect in our humanity.

Great love conquers all fear.

She loved romance novels—granted some of the titles were hokey, but that didn't affect the quality of the story inside—and it irritated her when people put them down without ever having read one.

Better than never having loved at all. The real moral of the story is that you should take love when and where you can find it because none of us know how long we have left.

But the only thing she'd ever wanted was to run the Cupid Botanical Gardens and spend her life studying the mesmerizing plants of the Trans-Pecos region. Her roots ran deep in this arid soil, and family was important to her

Synchronicity. That's Jung, right?" "A series of meaningful coincidences. You're a size fourteen. My jersey number is a fourteen. It's gotta mean something.

some things are just beyond our control and the heart wants what the heart wants whether it makes logical sense or not.

say, but the words welled up in him, hard

No way was he going off to D.C. leaving Taylor in Texas to finish up her odd double major in theatre and human biology without at least getting engaged.

There in the middle of the rooftop—in a circle of lighted candles scented with the smell of vanilla—sat a four-poster bed adorned with throw pillows.

You can't please everyone, Gia. At some point you have to please yourself or your life will never be your own.

There's none so blind as those who will not see.

What if she did get hurt? It wouldn't be the first time and it probably wouldn't be the last. Life hurt. That's how you knew you were alive. But life was also a beautiful adventure, and the bad things were what made the good things worth cherishing.

When you love that deeply, you'll sacrifice for the other person's happiness. Even if it means that you have to be unhappy. That's real love, when you can let go of your loved ones so they can be what they need to be.

When had she gotten so isolated? When had her world shrunk so small?

Us ballplayers do things backward. First we play, then we retire and go to work. —CHARLIE GEHRINGER

The effects of untreated mental health issues ripple throughout families for generations.

There's such a stigma attached to mental illness that people are often reluctant to talk about it, or admit that they, or someone they love, needs help.

Being loved is a good thing. A grand thing. The best damned thing of all.