Cat Porter Quotes

it's how you deal in between the random hits that counts. The way you deal with each fuck you hurled at you. How you look that motherfucker in the eyes is the key to what kind of person you are.

To be touched with intent. To be looked at. Really looked at. For a man to see me, truly see me. That recognition, acknowledgment, that appreciation. That's what I want. Where is that? Where did that go?

Yes, I'd seen bright stars last night, but I'd shut my eyes against the glare.

All this time Lock and I had managed to be civil to one another. No drama, all efficiency. But look him in the eyes? No, I couldn't do that. That would cut me wide open, and there would be blood. Lots of blood. I'd crumble into a heap on the floor then beg him to collect the pieces.

There's shit that's random and shit you can control. It's up to you to choose what you'll react to and how to make your mark. What do you choose to control?

Always looking out for me, my big sister, no matter what. Even on her dying breath.

She's your woman. Shield her heart and soul with your own." He turned to Grace. "He's your man, yours to support and keep strong when he's not able and when he doesn't know how. You take care of each other, and you do it right. Do it well. Be fair.

To us then, Justine - the manipulated, the tossed off, the rejected." Brandon held the half-full glass out to her. "Actually, I think you had better have some yourself. You are going to need it, wife." His eyes glittered over her.
She took the glass from him, her cold fingers brushed his warm ones. She swallowed what was left in one go because she knew what he was thinking.
The inevitable.

Truth is a painful sword. It cuts deep and stings, but the pain evaporates, the blood dries, and in the place of such savagery is a gleaming absolution and an absolute purity.
It's blinding.
It hurts.
And it is utterly beautiful.
You can't escape it.
Truth demanded a leap,
I took it.

It's one thing being grateful for what you have, it's quite another being satisfied.

All the rules changed. I'm holding you hostage, pretty. Who the hell do you think you are?"
"Just an old lady trying to make things right.

You're in my bones, Grace. Can't stand straight without you, baby. Can't.

They may have convinced you all these years that you are nothing, unworthy of love, but I am telling you you are, and I love you." His eyes flared a deep green color and he leaned in closer to her. "You are starved for it, Lady Graven, starved, just as much as I am.

You get comfortable, even when you're unhappy, don't you think? Sometimes, it's really hard to take charge of your own unhappiness

Love not only stings when you lose it, when it's ripped away from you. When it first bites, it can sting just as deeply.

Once, I loved. I stumbled here and there, but I loved well. It was definitive, remarkable. My compass.

This two-bit bar, this worn-out town, just a speck in the middle of a lonely grassy prairie with the stony hills beyond, the small fix-it-yourself house I'd bought for us - that was all ours, our world, our high life. It wasn't name-brand, shiny, or white picket fences, but none of that mattered. As long as we were together, it was good, it was clean, it was ours.

Love you no matter what, so just suck it up." But