Brenda Rothert Quotes

And then one day, one of my daughters sat me down and told me that even though he was gone, I wasn't. That it was time to find a new life for myself.

summer sky, full of promise. Few colors could convey such a wide range of emotions just based on shade. Pale blue felt light and serene. Bright blue was bold and striking. The insistent blare of a car horn

What's that?"
"It's brownies. You know, the frosted kind. The ones that fulfill every chocolate fantasy. Unless you don't like chocolate. But of course you do. Everyone likes chocolate. Wait, do you like chocolate? Oh, and nuts? Do you like nuts?"
His scowl deepened as he glanced from side to side to see if anyone was within earshot. "I like nuts. Unless they're attached to a dude. - Viv and Kane

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It was a silly idea. Homemade brownies for the bouncer who'd pulled Eric off of me? It was all I could think of to thank him, because I was pretty sure Hallmark didn't have a 'thanks for saving me from sexual assault' section of greeting cards. - Viv

A bitch is a bitch. I think that's inscribed in hieroglyphics on a pyramid somewhere. And hotness does not make up for it.

Admitting your fears to yourself is the first step in cleansing them from your body. And it's the hardest part.

Can't you just trust me? Let me hold you up when you hurt. Whatever I am, I want to share it with you.

And if you're in trouble, say, 'It's hot in here.'
When we hear those words from either of you, we're busting inside the place. So for fuck's sake, don't say that just because it's warm in his house.

Friends tell you what you want to hear," Dani said. "Real friends tell you what you need to hear.

I'd only watch the Kardashians and the Real Housewives if they were in a Hunger Games-style death match. Sitting

Yes. And yes, the carpet matches the drapes. I've only been asked that like three dozen times by hockey players, so don't consider yourself original.

No phone. She shook her head with frustration at how utterly and completely reliant she was on the thing. Her train left in seven minutes, and running - in heels - was the only way she'd make it. If she didn't fall and break any bones on the way. "The charger!" she cried,

Because going out with an attractive intelligent man who is obviously ass over teakettle for you would be so awful?

find forgiveness for other people's actions as much as our own.

Let the anger and betrayal boil over and you'll feel stronger. You'll be stronger.

The two of us were bound together by the thread of grief, but it wasn't just our mutual losses that united us. We'd survived them, found each other, and discovered that sometimes, from darkness can come light.

Grief was a hell of a thing. Some days you climbed the walls and others you couldn't get out of bed. Just when you thought you might be pulling through, something would punch you in the gut and you'd be flat on your back again.

pushing her long, dark hair out of her face. "But what's the point? If you're into him enough to sleep with him, why would

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I like the way you look at me," I admit. "Like I hung the moon."
"To me, you did. And I like the way you look at me. Like I'm all right just the way I am."
I balk at that. "You're so much more than 'all right.' You're perfect."
"I'm not, though," she says softly.
"Perfect in my eyes.