Quotes from Megan Hart

Heath said, cold as ice, cold as a void, so cold it burned her worse than any fire. "Don't you know? Not wanting to and not being able to are not the same things.

But my mother-in-law didn't admit to mistakes, a nifty little trait she'd handed down to her son.

How could I have lived my entire life without knowing this man? His eyes are gray and green, and I smooth my fingertips over the arches of his brows. I touch the sleekness of the hair that falls in front of his ears.

I'm not dense. It was a power struggle with a veneer of shiny.

Haunt me," he whispered. "Make me crazy for the rest of my life. But please, Effie. Don't leave me. Just let me love you.

And every time we're together, I tell myself not to hope that this time you'll just fucking see that there is nobody else for you. That you'll give me a chance to prove we're good together,

People think it is. Symmetry is pretty, sure. But real beauty, real true beauty, comes from flaws.

I made my goodbyes and stole away the photos of them in their youth, leaving them to what they'd made of their lives.

I put a smile on and pretended it was real.

Everything changes," I told him. "Eventually.

Sometimes grief is a comfort we grant ourselves because it's less terrifying than trying for joy. Nobody wants to admit it. We'd all declare we want to be happy, if we could. So why, then, is pain the one thing we most often hold on to? Why are slights and griefs the memories on which we choose to dwell? Is it because joy doesn't last but grief does?

That sometimes you don't get over something. You just get through it.

It was a kiss perfect in length and pressure and emotion, but unlike in the movies it didn't make everything all better.

The circular conversation wasn't new. Instead of feeling annoyed, I felt only sad. This man, for better or worse, was my father.

To those who've touched my life and made me who I am today, I say this: A different person could have told this story, but only the woman I am because of knowing you could have written this book.

I didn't want to love him, but I didn't want him not to love me.

Sometimes love takes you by the hand and leads you to run through fields of flowers while butterflies weave you a dress out of rainbows. Other times, love takes you by the throat and chokes you until all you see is the bright, sharp trail of shooting stars right before everything turns to black. The problem is, you can never tell in advance which way the story ends, not until you're too far into it, and you have no choice but to keep turning the pages.

Shadows suited him. On James they skittered and fled, even in the dark, leaving him bright and shining. On Alex they clung and caressed, dressing him in mystery.

If nine planets in this universe can align, why can't we?

I wanted to be angry with him, but since my love for him had burned to ash, I couldn't find anything to mold into fury.

I turned only halfway, gave him half my attention. Half of myself. "Are you ever going to be happy again?

It was a doll's smile. Plastic. She added a head-tilt and blank gaze.

Love comes in all shapes and flavors, and I just want to be able to taste them all.

Perfection is too high a goal to strive for. Sometimes working hard brings more satisfaction in the end. We appreciate what we've almost lost more than what we've never doubted.