Honey, nobody ever knows someone completely. You have to just enjoy what you do know and have faith in the rest.
Though Trish and her bad boy types weren't exactly Kindra's style, she had to agree that Violet went for quiet and uninteresting. Sort of like mild salsa. Why even bother? You'd be better off just biting a tomato.
Scars fade with time. And the ones that never go away, well, they build character, maturity, caution.
Once upon a time she had liked to dance. When she had been about the same age as the little brunette out there who kept lifting her dress up over her head. Now that was living. Just lift your dress if you wanted to get down and don't worry what anyone thought.
I am successful because of my brains and my guts, put together, and I don't need some fancy-ass degree from a bunch of sweater-vest-wearing pricks who haven't gotten laid since Bush Senior was president... Do you know who studies sociology? People who would rather observe life than live it.
Diesel better have a big dick, that's all she was saying.
I can't give you the sunset, but I can give you the night.
You need to decide whether you're willing to risk being hurt, plain and simple. You can go for it and have a wonderful relationship. Or you might go for it and crash and burn brilliantly. It's up to you if you want to take that risk, up to you if it's worth it or not.
I mean, it's okay if you're the one with the low sex drive. We'll just have to adjust and learn to accommodate that.
Suzanne had totally forgotten about their court date since she'd been a little busy having tons of condom-free sex with Ryder, planning Nikki's wedding, and forming a placenta.
If I'm working this hard in the morning, I'd prefer it be because my man has woken me up with an eight-inch nudge.
He was really having a hard time with this. He was not a seductive kind of guy, and if he tried to be sexy, he was going to sound like Romeo, the porn version.
When she quieted the jet engine buzz of worries assaulting her brain, when she stopped thinking altogether and just felt, she knew this was right. Feeling the silence of peace and conviction was so foreign to her she wasn't even sure what to do with it.
He was a glass half full kind of person and she was...what? The glass is going to break before you can even pour kind of person. Yikes.
I think perfect love is any time you love unconditionally, without selfish intent, without concern for personal gain.