Cindi Madsen Quotes

She'd gotten even prettier over the years.
And now she was in his house.
And he had no idea if this was the best thing to happen to him or the stupidest thing he'd ever done.
Kelsey watched Nate go, thinking this might've been the worst decision she'd ever made. Okay, so it wasn't nearly as bad as that time she'd decided to go on the Sky Screamer at the amusement park when she was drunk.

We're not puzzle pieces, Steph. There's 'no you complete me' guy out there, and the beauty of this day and age is I don't need one.

You don't have any baking stuff, do you? I like to bake when I'm hyper. My mom and I were supposed to make all the Christmas cookies tomorrow, but it looks like I won't be there for that. We always make chocolate chip ones shaped like trees and stars and such because sugar cookies are good and all, but there's no chocolate and when chocolate's an option, why wouldn't you have it?

After about a minute, I received a text back.
Beck: I know
A few seconds later, a smiley face came through, and I had to laugh. A week or so ago, I'd told him that his texts were always so short and blunt.
"Couldn't you add a smiley face or something?" I'd asked.
He actually listened! A smug sense of victory swirled through me. He could be so stubborn about things that I could hardly believe it, even as the emoticon smiled up at me.

Every now and then, we change our minds. It's our prerogative. The big secret is" - I leaned in conspiratorially - "sometimes, even we don't know why. There are times after we pick a fight where we're as confused as you are. But there's no way we're admitting it." I shrugged a shoulder, "That's why we have boobs."
Jake's eyebrows shot up.
"See, after we've acted crazy, and the guy's wondering what he's doing with us, we use them to mesmerize him, so he forgets that we're crazy." I shot Jake my most seductive smile and leaned the assets in question against his arm. "And by the way, if you look at my cleavage right now, even though I'm the one talking about it, I'll accuse you of not caring about what I saw and of just treating me like an object."
Jake swallowed hard, keeping eye contact with me, though I could tell he was fighting his impulse to look down. A mischievous glint flickered through his eyes. "And treating you like an object would be bad?

Honestly," Lyla said, "I feel that finding the right person means not having to choose between them and your passion. Instead you work together to figure out a way to have both.

Beck slowed as he made the turn that would take us to the apartment complex. "It's one thing to realize you're in love with a girl, but it's another to discover you can't live without her. When that happens, you just make it work, whatever it takes."

The statement made the hair on my arms stand on end.

After all she'd been through, it irked her that he thought he could just look at her and know who she was. She didn't even know who she was.

Why didn't you tell me I had syrup on my face? Lyla asked when I settled behind the steering wheel. Her tongue darted out, licking the corner of her lip. I went to put the key in the ignition and missed.

Hope was so dangerous.

Brains are more important than looks. That's what ugly people say.

The girl had so many evasive maneuvers, I was starting to think she was a trained spy.

I once heard this statement that women marry men hoping to change them, while men marry women hoping they'll never change.

I do love you. I love you so much I can hardly breathe, and I don't know how we'll work everything out, but I want to. I've never wanted anything more.

Are you sure this isn't crazy?" "Oh, I'm sure it is crazy. But isn't that our thing? Or have you gotten boring now?

I wanted to kiss you for a long time, and I decided that might be my only chance. I've been miserable ever since." Troy ran his fingers along her jaw. "It was almost better when I didn't know how it felt to kiss you.

You're perfect in your not perfect.

The moon always calmed her - something about the way its soft glow broke through, like there was still hope, even surrounded by the darkness.

So you like to read? Or listen, anyway?"
"I've found it helps me stay on the treadmill longer. But I always like to have a paperback on hand, too. I need to swing by the bookstore for another one, actually.

Jake buried his face in my neck and kissed a burning trail up it and along my jaw. "Should I ride the elevator of our building up and down all night, hoping you'll show?" he asked, his voice husky. "Or should we just plan to meet?

She'd heard people talk about electricity and butterflies; being with Royce was like a lightning storm and hummingbirds.

In other words, he looked like uniformed police hotness, and she wasn't entirely uninterested in being cuffed. Wait. That's a bad thought. I don't mean it. She took him in again, her throat suddenly dry. Well, she didn't exactly not mean it, but she knew better than to want it.

You're the one person whose opinion I care about. When I'm with you, the past dissappears, and I'm a better person.

I could feel the threads forming, from my heart to his. Threads that would become strings, until I was all wrapped up in him and couldn't separate myself from him without feeling like half a person.

Like I said, you can't save everyone. But the girl who saves you back? That's the girl you fight like hell for.

I love you. I've loved you since I was sixteen years old, and I'll love you until the day I die. And I just ... needed you to know that.

It's weird how one moment can change everything. Forever.

The guy had longer relationships with cereal boxes than girls." - Lyla

The toddler started making this whine/moan noise while pawing at Tabitha. I know as a woman I'm supposed to have this innate love of babies, but the truth is, they kind of remind me of zombies. They stumble around, arms out, moaning. And if they get a hold of you, they suck the energy out of you.

He kept trying to come up with words to say, but his brain and mouth were having a disconnect. So he crashed his mouth down over hers. She made a little gasp noise, and he took advantage, deepening the kiss, taking her stolen breath in and letting himself get lost in the feel of her soft lips, the familiar taste of her tongue.
He was half tempted to take her right here in the back of the truck, despite all the people nearby
the horse trailer mostly hid them, after all.
There was a small whispering in the back of his mind that they were gonna make a mess of things, but with her draping her legs across his lap and her nails running over his back, he couldn't help thinking that
Well, actually it was more like he couldn't actually think at all.

You're my friend who happens to be pretty and female. You do realize being your friend doesn't mean I don't have a penis?

When you love people, you don't give up on them. No matter what.

Connor felt the bed shift. He could feel the steady stare, but he didn't open his own eyes - he barely breathed, not wanting to give away the fact that he was awake. He wondered how long it'd take until she gave up on him and left the bed. He was too hung over to deal with it. A wet tongue dragged across his face. The bark that followed was so loud it made his ears ring. Then came more licking. He shoved his dog's face away, groaning as the bright light pierced his eyeballs. Fine, I'm up. I'm up.

I think it's cool that you care about your heritage, but yet you don't conform. Promise me that no matter what happens, you'll never lose that feisty, impulsive side of you.

Then she'd turned enough for me to get a better look, and I'd actually felt my eye bulge, like in those cartoons where the character's eyes pop out of their head, stretched until they can't stretch any more.

When I mentioned that I'd always wanted to have sex against the wall with a woman in a skirt, she said, Well, how convenient. I just so happen to have a skirt on, and there are several walls in here.

He covered my hand with his. No matter what happens, we're friends first. I hope you know how much having you in my life means to me.

Leaning against him, feeling the warmth radiate off him, listening to his breath go in and out, she knew she was exactly where she belonged.

Dani had threatened to kill him. This must be the way she planned to do it. Her dark hair was down around her shoulders and she was wearing earrings that glittered in the sunlight. The purple dress she had on showed off her toned legs and hugged her curves. The supply of oxygen to his brain cut off, and he was pretty sure his heart had stopped a couple of beats ago.

Sunlight streamed through the room, clinging to him like it wanted him as much as she did.

I remember when all you ever talked about was finding a guy and getting married. You'd hog the TV, watching those sappy chick flicks
"
"Then I grew up and learned why they always end the movie after the guy and girl get together. That's when everything falls apart.

I just wanted one more day." More tears welled up in her eyes. "But it would never be enough. I could keep asking for one more day for the rest of my life.

She closed her eyes, soaking in the feel of his hand, then opened them and stared at his perfect face as longing wrapped itself around her heart. "If this is a mistake, it's one I'll gladly keep making."
"I don't think it's a mistake, I just want to do things the right way."
"Not everything's always black and white. And you don't always have to put what you want on hold for everyone else.

So now would probably be the wrong time to tell you I rented that boxing movie with the hot guys, planning to watch it on mute?" Ashlyn asked.
"Well, as long as I'm invited to watch it with you, I see nothing wrong with that.

Without trust, we didn't have a shot. As much as I knew it, it didn't make the truth hurt any less.

That's when it hit me. I had to go through a lot of bad relationships first, but I'd finally found him. My very own Prince Charming. Turns out they do exist.

Touché, Cinderella. Touché.

He dipped his head to kiss her again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he slowly lowered her back to the floor. He took his time tasting her lips, her tongue, memorizing the feel of her curves against him. He pulled back and looked into her eyes.
She gripped the front of his shirt, holding him in place. "Don't stop."
"No, no more stopping." He kissed her again, getting lost in the blur of clothes being tossed off, her skin under his fingertips, and the hum of his heart as he fully let himself fall.

Sweetheart, there's probably something you should know about me..." Hudson tightened his grip on my hand. "I'm no gentleman.

Guys are like fish. You wave something shiny at them and then once you get your hook in, you yank real hard and reel him in.

Kelsey flopped next to him, propping her elbow on the back of the couch so she was facing him. "Do you have something against happiness?"
"Yes. Don't tell anyone, but I moonlight as the Grinch.

You started that one."
Her mouth dropped open. "I didn't say anything!"
"Sweetheart, your eyes said it all." He lowered his hand from his cuffs and jerked his chin out toward the darkness lit with twinkling bug butts. "Now, behave, will you? I'm trying to watch bugs catch a mate. See if I can't get some tips."
"Hell, make your ass glow, and I might take back everything I've said about you.

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Friends who kiss might be good.

She needed a break from worrying about what to say and how to act every second of the day.

She glanced at the horse's stomach. "You got yourself knocked up, girl?"
"Actually, it takes two to tango, in case you haven't heard."
Sadie laughed, the happy noise filling the air. "Horse tango. Sounds like quite the show.

But you're different from other girls, and I'm different when I'm with you. I'm better when I'm with you.

From now on, every Christmas, let's have a tradition where we eat soup out of a can by the fire.

Hey, Kelsey." He squinted at her. "I knew the water in Charlotte was a problem, but I didn't know it made hair turn purple," he joked.
Kelsey smiled at him, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, it looks like the water here makes your hair fall out, so I guess I'll stick with Charlotte's.

Excuse me? Do you mind if I sit next to you? This spot has the best view of ... " I glanced out the window. "The ... gravel roof.

Nate wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "Let's get you back and I'll build you a fire."
She liked the way he said it. He'd build HER a fire.

You don't even know me," I said.
"And whose fault is that?"
"Cinderella's"
Two creases formed between Jake's eyebrows.
"Cinderella's?"
"Yeah, Cinderella screwed me over." Without any more explanation, I got into my car, pulled the door closed, and fired up the engine.

I guess if you put off dealing with things long enough, they simply came after you when you least wanted them to.

He put his hand on my thigh. No worries, I got you now babe.

Sadie scooped up a big pile of crap and placed it in the wheelbarrow. Royce turned to leave, but then she said, "You know, when I quit my last job, I told my boss I'd rather shovel horseshit than work for him." ...
Damn, damn, damn. He wanted to stay mad at her
to hold on to how badly the girl had hurt him when she'd left him the way she had. But years had passed, and here she was, thanking him for the opportunity to shovel shit.

I couldn't imagine choosing shopping when sex was an option.

Music can transport you to another time with a couple of notes. It makes you feel the heartbreak or the love, right along with the singer. The right song speaks to your soul in a way nothing else can. It's magic.

The bar was bursting with guys tonight - seriously, it was like Muscles R Us up in here, all filled-out chests and bulging arms with biceps upon biceps.

He lay back on the blanket, pulling her with him. Every few minutes, one of them would lose an article of clothing, until there was nothing and yet everything between them.

You want to go to a show tonight? There's this band called Crucifictorious from Texas, and they're supposed to be decent.

I grinned, and he reached out and pinched my side.

"Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"Looking at me like I'm adorable." He circled the air between him and the dino. "I'm badass, my dinosaurs are badass."

I placed my hand on the desk next to his leg and leaned in. "I've seen you play hockey. I know all about how badass you are." He was also adorable, though--especially right now--and I couldn't resist leaning in and giving him a kiss.

I haven't done anything you're supposed to do. Like get so drunk you puke and don't remember the rest of the night."
"Overrated, I swear."
She looked at me, that deadly look on her face, and I held up my hands. "Fine. You wanna get drunk and puke, I'm not gonna stop you."
"But I want to do, like more than just drinking." Her brow furrowed and I could practically see the wheels in her brain spinning. "I should make a list and outline a plan."
I was going to point out that list-making wasn't the best way to let loose, but I decided to let it go.

It was on my twenty-sixth birthday that it finally hit me: Love was bullshit. There was no happily ever after.

After I closed the door behind us, bringing this Saturday night to a three-way kind of sitch - and not the good kind - I ran a hand through my hair. Uh,

As for the making out with strangers, that was a one-time thing. Jeff keeps texting, and I feel bad, but I've been ignoring him
the kissing was just so awful."
"Yeah, he'd probably not be a good choice for number seven either.

It was such a light, freeing feeling to not base her life on someone else's opinion of her.

A guy approached her, beer bottle in one hand, smiling at her in that way guys do when they think they're good- looking enough to smile and get anything they want. "My friend and I were just talking about what a sausage fest this was, and then you came in." He ran his appraising gaze down her body, lingering on the V of her neckline.
Faith crossed her arms. "That works out, because I'm here for a weenie roast.
He put a protective hand over his package - probably without realizing he was doing it - but his smile widened.

I have to admit," I said when he finished a lengthy discussion on the types of drivers, "I've been golfing and it's about the most boring thing I've ever done. Old men drive around in golf carts pretending they're sporty and getting grouchy if there's any noise. It's like the nursing-home Olympics."
Nick's mouth dropped open. "It takes great athletic ability to know how to aim and drive the ball that far."
"I get more exercise shopping at the mall," I joked. "I don't come home and tell everyone I won at shopping." Although those red shoes I got on sale the other day felt like a win.