Quotes from Megan Hart

I would rather have you haunt me, driving me mad, than have you leave me.

Most people who know they've fucked up manage to find a way to justify themselves.

All the best art comes from the broken places,

Sometimes the picture someone else paints of us is a more accurate portrayal than a reflection. What we see in the mirror is always reversed.

I will never stop loving you," he told her. "If we live a thousand lifetimes, I will never stop.

Yeah. That boy over there. He's my friend.' My gaze followed his pointing finger toward a little boy wearing a stuffed steering wheel attached around his waist and running around a racetrack laid out on the floor. 'Oh, yeah? What's his name?' 'I don't know.' Simon shrugged, unconcerned, and headed back to the playground. I watched him leap right into the game with a friend whose name didn't matter.

The past doesn't change no matter how much time you spend thinking about it. Good and bad all add up to the whole. Take away one piece, no matter how small, and the whole changes. Whether it's optimism, pessimism or fatalism, I don't spend my time wishing for the past to be different so the present would be different, too. I control my future with what I choose now. I'm the only one who does.

I didn't emerge from the cocoon of my past to become an uninhibited, emotionally healthy butterfly. Nothing is ever that easy. 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?

I have suffered the touch of some and embraced it from others.

The past is gone, Claire. It's like a sand castle washed away by the waves. We can remember what it looked like, but even if we build it again, it won't be the exactly the same.

I loved Anne, and I could tell you I loved her like I never loved any other woman, but all that means is that everyone you love, you love differently. More, less, sane or not, every time you fall in love it's never the same. What I can say is that I fell for her, hard, Hart, Megan (2015-03-01). Vanilla (Kindle Locations 4342-4343). MIRA. Kindle Edition.

care desperately in a perversely curious-about-your-sex-life way," Merrick said. "You never tell me anything about your personal life. You don't hit on me. You ignore me when I hit on you. You keep our work relationship professional no matter how hard I try to make it unprofessional. It's like you have integrity or something, and quite frankly, I'm sick of it.

I love you," I told him. "And all of this, our life, is everything I wished to have but wasn't sure I could keep. I never felt like that with Alex, James. I always knew that what we shared wouldn't last. He never belonged to me. Not the way you do.

I knew I'd sounded bitter, but I didn't bend even when guilt threatened to throttle me with its bony fingers. "I hope it was worth it, Mom.

Much is said about brilliance. Less attention is paid to those who live next to it. Spouses, children, assistants…if anyone thinks of us at all, it's generally to remark upon how lucky we are to bask in the light of genius.

Chill, sister golden hair." -Brian

Oh my God, you are such a dork," she said, ran to the bedroom, and brought back his shirt. "Ah, thank

This one says they'll place your 'little blessing in disguise' with a local 'Christ-oriented family.' What about the non-Christ-oriented families? Don't they deserve the right to adopt kids?

People are complicated, and they hurt each other. Effie Linton had known this for a long time, just as she knew that sometimes those wounds were inflicted deliberately, over and over, and not with fists or weapons. Sometimes, they did it with love.

There had been times when missing him had felt like someone had reached inside her and pulled out the part of her that remembered how to breathe. And times when she'd barely given the memories of him a second's worth of her time.

You know what people do when they have to face something uncomfortable? They blame the thing that makes them feel bad, even if it's not that thing's fault.

She talked, he nodded. She was satisfied. He was oblivious.

Where'd you find her? He picked me out of a catalog.

Desire didn't always mean a choice was easier to make. Sometimes it was harder, because it meant so much more.