Phones are distracting. The internet is distracting.The way he looked at you? He wasn't distracted. He was consumed.
You've got no sense of humor." "I'm going to laugh really hard after I kick your ass.
My doctor says I must not have any serious conversation after seven [o'clock]. It makes me talk in my sleep.
I tell myself relationships are hard work. No one is perfect. There's no such thing as happily ever after.
It was a chilly morning after the night's rain, and the sun hung in the sky like a pale coin lost by someone high up in the clouds.
After misery follow, or are at least promised to in the unwritten manuscripts of Gods, great things. Sometimes, that great thing can be death.
If you want to find the real competition, just look in the mirror. After awhile you'll see your rivals scrambling for second place.
After awhile you realize that putting your actions where your mouth is makes you less likely to have to put your money where your mouth is.
Ruger was over six feet tall, roped with muscle and annoyingly handsome in an I’m-probably-a-murderer-but-I’ve-got-dimples-and-a-tight-ass-so-you’ll-still-lust-after-me kind of way.
A man shouldn't bite the hand that feeds him, even if another holds out a golden spoon to him as reward after his betrayal.
Your life is not a countdown to your death, but a stepping stone for the lives that will live after you. Squander today, and you will find yourself useless tomorrow.
After only a few moments in her presence, he found himself wondering what dragon he might slay for her.
I regained my soul through literature after those times I'd lost it to wild-eyed gypsy girls on the European streets.
Why is a man with a knife after your blood? Who sent him? I would like to write the fellow a letter of thanks!
You simply will not be the same person two months from now after consciously giving thanks each day for the abundance that exists in your life.
I will claim her, and I will protect her, and any who become her enemy? I will destroy.
Perhaps he simply assumed: a bitterness of habit, of boy after boy trained for music and medicine, and unleashed for murder.
You know what sucks about sorry? It's the worst word in the world. Because it always happens after you fuck up something good.
Jersey cows,” Eva explained after Jac complimented the luxurious taste. “The butter and cream here are better than anywhere in the world.” “Not that we’re prejudiced,” Theo teased.
I guess after you’ve writhed around naked on the floor in front of a man, the least you can do is let him take you to dinner.
My life is now divided into two periods: With June and After June. I can't wrap my mind around the idea of it.
