"If I could undo everything," Tony said, "I would never have gone to that party. I was an idiot, Kelly, and it cost me the love of my life."

He held his fingers to my lips. Shh, don't say it, Tyler. Don't say the words that will fucking break me. Don't say the words that will tear my world apart. Dean sighed and gripped his eyes shut...

The most possessive part of Conall didn't want another male to even look at Rhea.

I gave my heart to a man who loved me, who wanted to be with me. Who ultimately was afraid of all I offered. I didn't understand why he sabotaged our future at the time – cheating on me, again, as...

I challenge a man to a duel before allowing him near me, and then I take an arrow, dip it in poison, and drive it straight through his heart... But that's on a good day... when I purr and feel...

My beloved jay, give me a name now. Call out the name you give me, looking into the deepest place in your heart. Every time you call my name, I'll fly to you and be your wings.

I'll turn on the music; if you're willing to dance, I'll walk beside you; If you hold my hand, I'll supply the candle; But you must know how to light your own way, I'll keep you wild, If you keep me...

"You came here a fighter, Maddie. Maybe you'd lost a round or two, but you were on your feet. You want to stay in Lucky Harbor? Fight for it. You want a relationship with your sisters? Fight for it."...

It always struck me in years after how bizarre it was, how two people could look at one another with such tenderness and complete love, and how quickly that could dissolve into nothing but bitterness.

"The Apache don't have a word for love," he said. "Know what they both say at the marriage? The squaw - taking ceremony?" "Tell me." "Varlebena. It means forever. That's all they say."

I think I couldn't love him at all if he was the sort of man to make me choose between him and my writing. And

"I don't love him," Suzette muttered. Lisa looked at her with patent disbelief. "Suzette, you have been following the man around like a puppy for days now. And if you do not love him, you are...

As soon as another person becomes important to us, so that we feel in our lives the gravitational pull of his existence, we are to a certain extent astonished by his individuality. From time to time...

How wearisome to let one's existence become something absolutely dependent on someone else's feelings; to have no option but to feel, to love a little too, whether or not it is reciprocated.

Did I ever tell you that you are like sunshine in the middle of the night?

Mature love is loving, not being loved.

He didn't know he had only the shell of the woman he loved. It didn't matter. The shell was enough.