Quotes from Kristan Higgins

Cordelia, " he said quietly, his smile fading. "I seem to be in love you.

You should probably marry me." He smiled.

The sadness shouldn't cancel out what had been so bright and full and beautiful. Just because the cherry blossoms would fall didn't mean you should mourn them on the tree.

Okay, we get it, Jodi-with-an-i," I said, smiling pleasantly up at her. "You have an adorable son and are still quite available. Dennis, however, is with me. If you would just take your boobs out of my boyfriend's face, I would deeply appreciate it.

As Morgan freeman once said, Get busy living or get busy dying.

Then before he could break the moment, before he could turn away, I kissed him, and he didn't stop me. Instead, he pushed my hair out of my face, and he kissed me back, gently, sweetly, his hand slipping behind my head, his lips moving just right against mine, smooth and warm. I gripped his shirt and sighed against his mouth, and knew that as long as I lived, this would be the one perfect kiss that I'd remember forever.

I stand up, trying to shake myself mentally. Get over him, Maggie, I instruct myself. I need to stop. I really do. I want to. I'm going to. I sound like a drug addict. Perhaps there's a twelve-step program for me. Priest Lovers Anonymous.

He knows. I can see it in his eyes, he feels how much I love him still, and maybe he's always known.

Tell me you'll be okay without me." "I won't be." She said nothing, and Josh was quiet a long moment, the only sound the rhythm of the ocean waves against the shore. "I will be," he said, his voice rough. "I'll be grateful for ever day that I got to be your husband.

Being sexy is exhausting.

No wonder nothing had worked. No one else was him.

You want to go to the movies tomorrow night?" he asked, and Posey was so shocked she actually choked. "What?" she managed. "The movies? Tomorrow?" "Um…I, uh…um…what movie?" He narrowed his eyes just a little, and Posey's nether parts gave a long, happy squeeze. Get his clothes off, those parts advised. We're lonely.

Nick," I murmured, "should I ever head into the cellar armed only with a ladle after the police have just warned me that a psychotic killer is on the loose, please slap me.

So you can't marry Harry, Mom! Not if you still love Daddy!" I sound like a ten-year-old, but I can't help it. Buttercup comes over to me and puts her head on my lap. "Love gets used up, Chastity," Mom says gently, reaching up to smooth my hair. "If it's not returned, it gets used up.

Sometimes it takes a few years before you understand what you're worth. And who's worth your time.

I've found that if you expect the best of a person," Frank told him once, "you generally get it." "What happens when you don't?" Lucas asked. "Live and learn. Emphasis on learn.

That moment when she'd crouched behind the tree…it did something to her, something that made her grow up and toughen up. But one question throbbed in her brain for a long, long time. Why? Why would Liam say something so hateful? How could he—who had tamed a stray and starving cat—be so cruel to a girl who had only ever wanted to be his friend?

Liam's face grew serious. "I'll take good care of you, Cordelia. I promise.

Nick." "Yeah?" "Come to bed. It's too cold to sleep on the floor." There was a pause. "You sure?" "Yep" "Thanks." Nick said. "Oh, sure. It's nothing. Couldn't let you freeze, not with Jesus watching.

We're trained to help damsels in distress." "If you ever call me that again, I'll kick you in the soft parts.

I have a small phobia about being alone with women," he said smoothly. "So I always come with him," Patricia said. "Always." "Ah." Dear God, where do You hide the normal people? Love, Emmaline

There was a little smile on his mouth—the mouth that had been kissing hers. Otherwise, he was incommunicado. "Liam?" she said again, more loudly this time. Nada. He was out cold. Down for the count. She straightened abruptly. Face was burning, joints buzzing with adrenaline, chest filled with helium. Liam Murphy had kissed her. And he'd fallen asleep in the middle of it. She didn't know whether to burst into song or kick something.

To get a hug from your dad makes you feel safer than just about anything in the world, and in his arms, you don't have to be brave or strong or selfless. You're daddy's little girl again, and just knowing he's there makes everything a little better, even if it doesn't really change anything.

Try a bikini next time." "Right. I'll also try setting myself on fire, since it would be just as fun.