Quotes from Tammara Webber

Wow, that sounds total stalker." Or totally hot. God.

Say stop, whenever you want to stop. Understand?" I nodded. "Do you want to stop now?" My head moved back and forth to the pillow. "Thank God.

Good God, what did he not remember?

When you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop digging.

Alarmed, I realized what my visceral reaction implied: jealousy. Over a guy I barely knew, with whom I'd exchanged more saliva than sentences.

People feel the need to choose sides when a relationship splits - it's human nature.

I'm a hopeful romantic who adores novels with happy endings, because there are enough sad endings in real life.

No matter what grief or loss takes place, most of life flows on all around us, as though nothing's changed. At some point in our sorrow, we each make a choice to sink or swim. There's no alternative.

Look - guys are dogs. Women have known this since the beginning of time. Guys don't want to be chased; they chase. So if you're going to catch one, you have to know how to make him chase you.

And I'm okay, I really am, most of the time. But sometimes, I'm just not.

That's what faith is, right?' he says. 'Believing in what can't be known? Fall into my arms, Dori. I'll catch you, every time, and I won't let go.

His hands reached for me, gripping my hipbones and pulling me forward. he stared down at me, his voice low. "There are some things I will make time for, Jacqueline.

She's the ulimate heroine, strong-willed and independent, intelligent, loyal, but at the same time, she's not flawless, she's not above mistakes, or falling in love.

My last coherent thought, as Lucas took his time kissing and touching every part of me he could reach and my body arched into his, was: oh... so this is what all the fuss is about.

I say I don't believe in love, but that's not really true - love is just the name of an emotion. It's like on steroids. It's lust with ethics.

I suppose love is never a sure thing, no matter what words are spoken. Love requires a leap of faith into the abyss, every time.

That's how they say it: He loves you in his own way. Well, what about my way? What if I need for him to love me in my way?

They call it 'falling in love' because it's less like stepping and more like tripping. Tripping is the part where you're still trying to remain upright

I'm going to arrange you, if that's okay?" I swallowed. "Uh... sure." My hands were clutched to my ribcage, my shoulders hunched almost to my ears. What, this isn't how you want me positioned?

But even if you have what everyone else wants- if it isn't what you want, it isn't what you want

What will you do with them?" "Redo them in charcoal, probably." "And then?" "Tack them to my bedroom wall." Bedroom wall? "Who wouldn't want to wake up to this?

Love is not the absence of logic but logic examined and recalculated heated and curved to fit inside the contours of the heart

The truth was, he now belonged only to my past, and it was time I begin to accept it, as much as it hurt to do so.

Growing up with my dad taught me to either lie like a pro or not bother.