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“Silent as a flower, her face fell in dismay, aware that the ghost of lust ate and left, sensing that there was a different scent of perfume consuming the room, and that she had numbered and counted the he loves me, he loves me not of each petal, where the lifeless dust had settle.”
― Anthony Liccione

“So long there are women around, a cheater will cheat against his promise.”
― Anthony Liccione

“They throw rice at a new marriage, then give him beans in a divorcement.”
― Anthony Liccione

“She had streaked blonde hair, long and straight, parted in the middle framing high cheek bones, an aquiline nose and beautiful deep blue eyes. She was young, around 30, tall and lithe with a good body, athletic, not skinny. She wore a sleeveless black dress that exposed her toned arms and shoulders, indicating regular workouts or yoga. There was a hint of vein running the length of her lean muscle. This girl stood out like an arabian in a corral full of draft horses.”
― Nick Hahn

“Sex swims in marriage, while sex sinks in sin of being single.”
― Anthony Liccione

“What did I expect him to say--that he would leave his wife? To do so was the province of fiction. Real life was not as easy as that.”
― Lynn Cullen, Mrs. Poe

“If you caught her with another man, you don't need a second opinion, you need a final decision.”
― Nitya Prakash

“I was dying and he had chosen to spend time with someone so completely unlike me. I saw my death not simply as a transition for my family but as my complete erasure from my family's life.”
― Elizabeth Edwards, Resilience: Reflections on the Burdens and Gifts of Facing Life's Adversities

“Man is a DOG, he keeps running after PUSSIES.”
― Amit Abraham

“Everything was perfect, we were as happy as can be, then you remembered him and forgot about me.”
― Nitya Prakash, Letters to Mira!

“I’m always more interested in the people around me,â€� Mrs. Mantle said. “All the details that tell me about a person. For example, I have some ideas about you.â€�

“As in?� I couldn’t help but be intrigued. Most people didn’t notice me at all.

“Your love of art. The glimmer of intelligence in your eyes. Your simple dark skirt and white blouse hinted that you’d been at work, although I’d guessed a secretary, not a bakery. You mentioned a father but no mother, which leads me to believe your mother has passed away some time ago. You’re in obvious distress, given the tears. I’m guessing a man has broken your heart.�

My brows shot up in surprise. “How did you know?�

“As I said, I watch people carefully. The way you brushed away the tears with such ferocity, as if you wanted to punish yourself for crying. Tell me about him. What happened?�

I thought for a moment. Did I want to tell my pitiful story to a stranger? It was surely one she’d heard before. Left for a woman’s best friend.

An image of Lionel’s face danced before me. His soft brown eyes and a mouth too pink for a man, yet perfect. The pitying way he’d looked at me while saying the words, “I love her. We’re going to marry. I’m sorry, Faith. Truly, I am. But you deserve a man who loves you, and I’m not him.”
― Tess Thompson, A Match for a Reluctant Bride