Quotes About Hesitation

We have some talking we need to do." She swallowed, but said nothing. He kneaded her waist while caressing her ribs with his thumbs. "I want to kiss you." Her gaze dropped briefly to his mouth. "Why?" A reason. He needed to give her a reason. "That's what we need to talk about.

I told him of the queen's refusal to see me, and"- he hesitated, his cheeks coloring slightly- "about the beautiful maiden I met in the castle gardens." "You did?" she asked, unsure why she was so taken with the fact that he'd mentioned her. "Yes," Henri smiled shyly. "Oh, brother," she heard Grumpy mumble.

Mila held out a dress so lovely that Snow gasped. She lovingly touched the blue bodice with the cap sleeves that had red accents woven throughout and the shining yellow satin. She hadn't had anything new to wear in a very long time. She almost hesitated to put the dress on- what if she ruined it in the woods? But when else would she have a chance to wear such a fine gown? She slipped into it with glee.

Hesitation is the crack that all your favorite excuses will burst through, drown out your resolve, and sweep you back to the safety of your comfort zone.

You were going to refuse him?" "Yes." "Why?" I thought of you and I couldn't.

Sera, I presume?" he said and her bones melted at the sound of his deep voice pronouncing her name. She nodded and held out her hand. He raised a dark eyebrow in her direction and didn't take it. She lowered it again, feeling like a fool for thinking he would touch her, a turned human, and for the first time since she could remember, her gaze didn't want anything to do with him.

Sure," she answered. "Just give me a minute." A minute to jump to my death off my balcony.

Moistening her lips, she asked, "That's what this is all about? Bringing me here?" His hesitation was so slight she almost missed it. "It could be. Probably is, after all." "You still want to seduce me." "I want whatever you can give me," he murmured against her ear. "Where we go from here may depend on what I can give you.

I guess' will get you killed.

I continued to move my fingers across his skin exactly as I had before, but I needed to make a decision. I had reached for him, but I could back out of it by trailing my fingers down his arm and settling my hand in his, like I wanted us to be friends. I didn't want us to be friends. Ever so slowly, I slid my hand up his sleeve, across his shoulder, and up his neck to cradle his jaw, prickly with stubble.

Do you trust him?" She hesitates. "Yes and no." "That means no. Trust is all or nothing.

She wanted to tell him, to have it out in the open. But that wasn't true—she dreaded telling him. What she wanted was already to have told him.

Hands reached past me to turn on the faucet. I should have jumped. I should have panicked. But somehow, my body relaxed into the person behind me.

Nee, ik heb geweigerd omdat degene die de klacht heeft ingediend, mogelijk iets in mijn kluisje heeft gelegd. - Tess

Evie." Grayson gave her a look, the kind of Grayson Hawthorne look that burned itself into your memory because it said everything he wouldn't. "It's not him.

I flashed back to the moment he'd kissed me. I'd kissed him back. Since then we hadn't even managed to look at each other. We hadn't really talked. So why was he calling now? Where is he? "Hello?" I answered. "Avery." Grayson lingered on my name, just for a moment.

I thought I could wait, but I can't. Sorry.

I'm not ready." These are the three magic words. I've discovered they can get you out of almost anything.

I am carried off. We yield to this slow flood.... In and out, we are swept; ...we can not step outside its sinuous, its hesitating, its abrupt, its perfectly encircling walls.

My mouth is an inch from hers, and I wait for her to slap me or push me away, but then she closes her eyes, and that's when I know—I'm in. Okay

We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.

And whose 'I'll meet you' hesitates If love inquire, 'Where?

Then he asks if he can kiss me. It is a question I don't usually like. Just do it, I always think.

although the truth is, I'm not quite sure how I feel.