Quotes from Megan Hart

What if I could be happy with Will? Really happy. Not settling. What if I have waited my whole life to find this person who fits me like the missing piece of my puzzle? What if my entire life has led to this point, not to teach me a lesson about appreciating what I have, but to help me let it all go?

You know what the best part of the stars is?" "What's that?" "They're the same no matter what sky you're standing under. I mean...yeah, they might move or look like they're in a different place, but they're the same stars." "Yeah? So?" "So even if you're apart from someone you want to be with, you can look up at the stars and know they're looking at the same ones.

Knowing what you need doesn't always mean you know how to get it, though. I'd spent a long time hiding in my cave. No matter how much I might want to come out into the light, I knew it would hurt my eyes. I was a fool. A fool, but nevertheless too smart not to know I was the architect of my own demise, that it was time to put my past behind me. It was time to stop allowing the white elephants to stand unspoken of in my living room.

I hold on to him longer than is necessary, but then I let him go. Of course I let him go; there's no other choice. He has a life, and so do I. No matter what I want, the sun has come up and the world will not fade away.

He closed his hand around my wrist and pressed my hand flat against his chest. "The way I see it, Elle, scars are proof we can survive.

Sex makes bumble-tongued fools even out of the most eloquent, but the beauty of it is that it also tunes our ears to hear the meaning of words that, spoken under other circumstances, would make us laugh or cry or frown.

Darkness reveals as much as it hides, sometimes.

Te he visto una vez al mes durante dos años, y no era el único que contaba historias; lo único que pasa es que era el que usaba más palabras

Quien no ha sentido nunca algo así no tiene derecho a juzgar, y quien lo ha sentido no necesita hacerlo.

You've got the sexiest voice. You make everything you say sound like it tastes good coming out of your mouth.

I'd known him less then forty-eight hours and already I'd seen how he looked when he came, tasted his cooking, and had my ass handed to me playing Dance Dance Revolution, and now I was going to practically be living with him.

All I know with utter certainty is this. Dan tamed me. We need each other. He has become unique to me in all the world.

I feel the weight of his gaze all over me, covering me like a blanket.

Individually there were things we lacked, but together we were perfect.

Naveen: Oh, come on. Throw a guy a bone. Elisabeth: Are you a dog? Naveen: Are you a bitch? That was how we became friends.

Let him go. Let one of them go. Knowing it and doing it, two separate accomplishments. Let one man go. The question had to be, which one?

Bess hadn't ever been good with change. She'd never been good with taking leaps of faith, or risks or changes. When something worked, she tended to stick with it. Even when something didn't.

You look like a goddess when you come, did you know that?" "I'm not a goddess." "Not a goddess. Not an angel. Not a devil. Are you a ghost? Because you can't be real." "I'm real.

You look gorgeous, Elle, and you don't act like a gorgeous woman does." "I don't? How do I act?" "You act like an angel. But you fuck like a deomon. Don't you.

Dangerous to me, that sexuality, because I'd been burned by that flame once before and would be forever scorched.

I never think of nothing. The closest I come to a blank mind is when I am counting, fucking, or drinking. The rest of the time, my thoughts are like a hamster on a wheel, running endlessly but getting nowhere.

We can't stop staring at each other. Saying nothing, nothing to say. I trace the curve of his jaw and throat, the sweet spot below his ear, with only my eyes, because he's too faraway to touch. We stare and we stare and I can't stop myself from smiling, because he's smiling, too. We don't have to speak to have this conversation; in fact, the only way to have it is by not using words.

Perfection is too high a goal to strive for. Sometimes working hard brings more satisfaction in the end.

We could just go naked. Set a trend." -Nick