Quotes About Communication

We would gladly have listened to her (they said) if only she had spoken like a lady. But they are liars and the truth is not in them.

Fuck, this is gonna piss you off and then you aren't gonna let me stick my dick in you," he muttered. "Do you have to be so crude?" I snapped. "Have you met me?" "Who says I'd let you do it anyway?" "Babe," he replied in a low, rough voice, raising his eyebrow at me.

Fuck, this is gonna piss you off and then you aren't gonna let me stick my dick in you," he muttered. "Do you have to be so crude?" I snapped. "Have you met me?

Jesus, you piss me off," he murmured. "Good thing your cunt's so fucking hot." "Don't call it that." His lip twitched. "Good thing your vagina's so gosh-darned hot," he whispered. "Because I really, really want to stick my penis in it and have repeated sexual intercourse, bringing us to a mutually satisfactory culmination of our desires. How's that sound?

So far as I knew, Hallmark didn't make a "Sorry I Interrupted Your Oral Sex" card.

What, surprised that the bone you're fighting over can talk? Well fuck all of you!

You want the freedom to sleep around. I'm not willing to give you that. I want more. Sounds like we have a fundamental difference of opinion here, and I'm not going to try and change you. But I'll tell you one thing, Ruger- I deserve to be with someone who gives a shit about me, as a person. Someone who values me enough not to fuck other women. I'd rather be alone the rest of my life than settle for what you're offering. Consider yourself a hell of a booty call, but that's it. We clear?

So, what do you think?" I asked. "About what?" "Fucking, of course. Remember? I'm not a need a little girl who needs protection, Hunter. I know what I want. Just lay back and relax because it's not personal. I'm just going to borrow you're dick for a while.

You want to kick me in the balls again?" Christ, did those words just come out of my mouth?

Marie's drunk texts: Marie: Horse, muss yu Marie: Why dont anser? Marie: Horse like yur name. Horsey. I'd like to rid u horsey, LOL. You sleeping? Or busy with someone? Marie: I know yur there. I bet you got a new gurl alredy. Screw you. Marie: Screw you and your slut. I hate you. Take yur club and shove it up yur ass I wudn't be yoor old lady for ten milion dollrs.

If I was married with ten kids, I wouldn't be talking on the phone with you. I'd be shooting myself in the fucking head.

Don't want you wearing shit that you wore for Gary," Horse replied, draping an arm around my neck, pulling me into his body. He leaned over and spoke directly in my ear, voice husky. "I don't give a damn if you never wear panties again, but I know women are weird about that. Here's the compromise. I'm gonna buy you new shit, but only shit I like. You're gonna wear it until I pull it off to fuck you. Everyone wins.

Good thing your cunt's so fucking hot." "Don't call it that." His lips twitched. "Good thing your vagina's so gosh-darned hot," he whispered. "Because I really, really want to stick my penis in it and have repeated intercourse, bringing us to a mutually satisfactory culmination of our desires. How's that sound?

Why hasn't Marie shot you yet?" "Because I'm not in denial about what my cock wants," Horse replied. "I piss her off, I get no pussy. Watch and learn.

Decided it's time to get a new phone, that's all." "What was wrong with the old one?" Ruger asked, his voice mild. "It broke.

I promise," she said softly, biting her lip. "I will never shoot you by accident." I considered her response. "That's less comforting than you'd think.

How am I supposed to live the single life vicariously if I don't get any details? I shook my head and shrugged mournfully. "I'm doing my part. I tell you everything." "And don't think I don't appreciate it," she said, tearing up slightly. We gave each other a drunken hug.

I need you, Mel. I need you way too much as a friend to risk it. I know I've done a truly shitty job trying to communicate with you about this, but if you had any idea how important you are to me…Christ, you're one of the few things that kept me sane inside. Thinking about you, getting your letters. We gotta find a way, babe. We can't do this.

Are you ever going to forgive me?" he asked softly, catching my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Sometimes it feels like you hate me out of habit … Why does it always have to be a fight, Mel?

Sophie seemed to understand sisterhood. Sometimes sisters need to shut their mouths and drop it. This was definitely one of those times.

I love you." "I know," she replied, using her best Han Solo voice.

And take your fucking arm out from under my head. Cuddling is for closers.

KIMBER: Be happy. U have a hot guy coming over and he's bringing dinner. Women have killed for less ME: Whose side you on? KIMBER: Mine. Haven't u figured this out yet? ME: Bitch KIMBER: Ho ME: At least I don't drive a minivan KIMBER: See if I make YOU margaritas again! LOW BLOW!!!!!! ME: <3

Um, Sophie? I have a face, you know," he added, and my eyes jerked up from his stomach.