Quotes from Megan Hart

Do you think he would?" "I think he'd give his left nut to get in your pants." "Very nice," I told him. "So elegantly put." Dan laughed and leaned forward to nuzzle my neck again. "Yes, Elle, I think Jack would love to fuck you.

And I did," Alex said. "I let her go. Because I did love her, and I did want her to be happy." Hart, Megan (2015-03-01). Vanilla (Kindle Location 4400). MIRA. Kindle Edition.

Love, when it goes, can sometimes burn to ash. And sometimes it can leave nothing.

Whatever task you're set, find some way to love it. Sunny wondered if Josiah's words applied to standing with a face of stone so the person in front of her wouldn't know how much she wanted to scream.

This book is for those who would rather be haunted and driven mad than left behind.

Navigating this new world made Sunny feel like Dorothy stepping out from her black-and-white house into a world of color so bright it didn't seem real. Everything in this world seems like a dream.

There is nothing crueler than the person who doesn't want you enough to keep you, but who doesn't love you enough to let you go.

She was so far from his type she might as well have been another species.

And what was dancing but fucking with your clothes on?

But confidence bred confidence, that's what her dad had always told her back in the days when she'd been a skinny, flat-chested nerd girl with a boy-intimidating vocabulary and no hope of being asked to the prom.

We're all dying from the moment we're born. That's all we do our entire lives, is die.

I love you," she said, a little louder. A little stronger. She waited another handful of seconds before saying, "Now would be the time for you to say something, Elliott." "I don't want to see you again." Simone drew in a long, sobbing breath that hurt her in every single inch, but managed to find the voice to answer him. "That's not what I was hoping to hear.

He had been her sun, the star she circled endlessly. Helpless against the gravity she'd been unable to fight. She'd flown too close and melted her wings made of wax. She'd fallen. Maybe she'd never been meant to fly.

He was the loveliest sight she'd ever seen.

Be careful," he said. Bess looked at him. "I think it's too late for that." He smiled. Then he kissed her, right there on the porch where the whole world could see. Right on the mouth. Right where she wanted.

So, you work with Marcy?" Wayne earned points for what appeared to be sincere interest. "Yes. She's in public accounting and I'm in corporate, but we both work for the same company." Wayne grinned. "Me, I'm in murders and executions." "Wayne!" Marcy rolled her eyes. "He means—" "Mergers and acquisitions. I got it.

So you reach this moment where finally, finally, it all shifts, you find a way to open up your hands and let go. When what used to matter stops breaking you so fucking hard; when you accept that empty place in your heart will always be there because only one person can fill it, and you get up anyway because goddamn it, one person who does not love you enough should never make you incapable of moving forward.

Sleeping." The word came out with an adorable lack of anything resembling an L, closer to something you'd do with a broom than in a bed.

Sunny could think of lots of reasons about why the angel was crying, but the one that felt the best to her was that the angel wept so Sunny didn't have to.

Peace, hands and mouth smeared with chocolate pudding, blinks and says nothing. Happy frowns. Bliss, firmly ensconced on Liesel's hip, babbles something so cute and precious it would be nice to take a second to appreciate it, but Liesel is caught between her genuine and somewhat frightening fury and her shame at realizing that she's turned into everything she swore she'd never be.

So many of the blemished didn't know what to do with silence. Sunny'd learned that well enough at the coffee shop, where people insisted on talking, talking. To be "social," they said, but she thought it was because they didn't really know what to do with themselves if they had to listen to what was in their heads instead of what came out from their mouths.

Basically, I wanted to get in, get on, get off, get up, get dressed and get out.

Feeling pressured into doing something I didn't want to do for people I didn't want to please.

Sometimes love does not have the most honorable beginnings, and the endings, the endings will break you in half. It's everything in between we live for. —Ann Patchett, from the essay The Sense of an Ending