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“I used to be fine when I was alone. But now that I have you, I’m lonely when I’m alone.”
― Colleen Hoover, All Your Perfects

“There are few sources of energy so powerful as a procrastinating college student.”
― Paul Graham, Hackers & Painters: Big Ideas from the Computer Age

“Being here . . . meeting your mother and seeing where you came from and who you somehow turned out to be . . . it’s inspiring, Quinn. I don’t know how you did it, you selfless, amazing, incredible woman.â€�
A lot of people can’t pinpoint the exact moment they fall in love with another person.
I can.
It just happened.
And maybe it’s coincidence or maybe it’s something more, but Graham chooses this exact moment to press his forehead to mine and say, “I love you, Quinn.�
I wrap my arms around him, grateful for every single part of him. “I love you, too.”
― Colleen Hoover, All Your Perfects

“‎Sincerity is the biggest part of selling anything -- including the Christian plan of salvation.”
― Billy Graham

“Ask me again if I want kids,â€� he says.
“Why? Are you changing your answer?�
“I am. Ask me again.�
“Do you want kids?�
He smiles at me. “I only want kids if I can have them with you. I want to have lots of kids with you. I want to watch your belly grow and I want to watch you hold our baby for the first time and I want to watch you cry because you’re so deliriously happy. And at night I want to stand outside the nursery and watch you rock our babies to sleep while you sing to them. I can’t think of anything I want more than to make you a mother.”
― Colleen Hoover, All Your Perfects

“Every day, I miss you. When I’m at work, I miss you. When I’m home, I miss you. When you’re next to me in bed, I miss you. When I’m inside you, I miss you.”
― Colleen Hoover, All Your Perfects

“Graham runs a hand through his hair and takes a deep breath. Finally, with a determined scowl, he crosses the room. His hands grip my shoulders. “We are not,â€� his voice is a gentle tremor, “breaking up”
― Tammara Webber, Where You Are

“It was in looking up at him her aspect had caught its lustre - the light repeated in her eyes beamed first out of his.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Villette

“I miss you, Quinn. So much. You’re right here, but you aren’t. I don’t know where you went or when you left, but I have no idea how to bring you back. I am so alone. We live together. We eat together. We sleep together. But I have never felt more alone in my entire life.”
― Colleen Hoover, All Your Perfects

“It makes no sense,â€� she said, her voice cracking a little. “You and me.â€�

“I know that,� he said, reaching out and taking her hand, and the feel of his skin on hers nearly knocked the breath right out of her. “Sort of. But sometimes I think…�

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“That maybe it’s the only thing that makes sense.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, Happy Again

“He slipped his hands around my waist and pulled me against him, tossing the ice cream cone over his shoulder. It landed with a splat on the sidewalk. "So does that mean I have a varsity girlfriend?"

I giggled like a total girl and linked my hands behind his neck. "Yeah I guess it does."

"Sweet." Then he bent his head, and I stood up on my tiptoes and we met in the middle. And it was perfect.”
― Stephie Davis

“Once I saw Graham - wholly unconscious of her proximity - push her with his restless foot. She receded an inch or two. A minute after one little hand stole out from beneath her face, to which it had been pressed, and softly caressed the heedless foot.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Villette

“Amid the worry of a self- condemnatory soliloquy, his demeanour seemed grave, perhaps cold, both to me and his mother. And yet there was no bad feeling, no malice, no rancour, no littleness in his countenance, beautiful with a man's best beauty, even in its depression. When I placed his chair at the table, which I hastened to do, anticipating the servant, and when I handed him his tea, which I did with trembling care, he said: "Thank you, Lucy," in as kindly a tone of his full pleasant voice as ever my ear welcomed.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Villette

“KAREN: He said that I didn't know what I was saying and that if I didn't go forward with the pregnancy I'd regret it for the rest of my life. He just didn't understand.
I wasn't scared of regretting not having a child. But I was scared of regretting having a child.
I was scared of bringing an unwanted life into this world. I was scared of living my life, feeling like I'd anchored myself to the wrong dock. I was scared of being pushed to do something I knew I did not want. Graham didn't want to hear it.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, Daisy Jones & The Six

“Puddings, my dear sir?' cried Graham.
Puddings. We trice 'em athwart the starboard gumbrils, when sailing by and large.”
― Patrick O'Brian, The Ionian Mission

“He'd thought this was the start of something. But clearly she'd changed her mind, and he felt stunned by home quickly the whole thing had unraveled, the end coming before the beginning really even had a chance to begin.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“He’s wondering if I saw him wipe the remnants of her off his mouth. Off his neck. He’s wondering if I saw him adjust his tie. He’s wondering if I saw him press his head to the steering wheel in dread. Or regret. He doesn’t bring his eyes back to mine. Instead, he looks down. “What’s her name?â€� I somehow ask the question without it sounding spiteful. I ask it with the same tone I often use to ask him about his day. How was your day, dear? What’s your mistress’s name, dear? Despite my pleasant tone, Graham doesn’t answer me. He lifts his eyes until they meet mine, but he’s quiet in his denial. I feel my stomach turn like I might physically be sick. I’m shocked at how much his silence angers me. I’m shocked at how much more this hurts in reality than in my nightmares. I didn’t think it could get worse than the nightmares. I somehow stand up, still clenching my glass. I want to throw it. Not at him. I just need to throw it at something. I hate him with every part of my soul right now, but I don’t blame him enough to throw the glass at him. If I could throw it at myself, I would. But I can’t, so I throw it toward our wedding photo that hangs on the wall across the room. In repeat the words as my wineglass hits the picture, shattering, bleeding down the wall and all over the floor. “What’s her fucking name, Graham?!â€� My voice is no longer pleasant. Graham doesn’t even flinch. He doesn’t look at the wedding photo, he doesn’t look at the bleeding floor beneath it, he doesn’t look at the front door, he doesn’t look at his feet. He looks me right in the eye and he says, “Andrea.â€� As soon as her name has fallen from his lips completely, he looks away. He doesn’t want to witness what his brutal honesty does to me.”
― Colleen Hoover, All Your Perfects

“It took a moment to right himself, and he pulled his shoulders back as he regained his equilibrium. He didn't want to be half asleep the first time he kissed Ellie. For that, he wanted to be wide awake.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“You let all your clients rest their hands on your ass?”
― kj lewis, Taylor Made

“He’d stared at the towers outside the picture window and delivered the news in the faint, halting way of a man confessing.”
― Jennifer Worrell, Edge of Sundown

“His voice came out low and steady, squeezing the fury into a tight little ball.”
― Jennifer Worrell, Edge of Sundown

“A walk in the blistering cold was preferable after the airless traps of the hospital and car.”
― Jennifer Worrell, Edge of Sundown

“Graham held the stub between his fingers and rubbed his forehead with the knuckle of his thumb, digging so hard he wasn’t certain whether the headache existed before or not.”
― Jennifer Worrell, Edge of Sundown