Denise Grover Swank Quotes

I'm going to guess that you hate coconut, so I should probably answer that I make killer margaritas." She laughed again. "I knew you were smart.

The dam of tears broke again and I cried softly, grateful for the love I didn't deserve because the gift of me didn't seem to be enough.

We walked to the car, side by side, but a million miles apart.

what's wrong with being different? Sometimes it's good to stand apart from everyone else.

People tell themselves there's plenty of time to do it all, but most of the time they never see death coming.

I'm sure that's fine, but more than likely, Violet will

Most of the town couldn't stand Momma, yet would show up because it was the proper thing to do then proceed to judge us on the pageantry of her burial.

Do you smoke the weed?" Megan couldn't stop her chuckle. "No Gram, I don't smoke the weed.

He gave her a goofy grin. "Not everyone can be hip to the lingo. Don't be a hater, Blair.

His hand caresses my cheek. "Scarlett, I don't want to lose you by fucking up our friendship. I want you in my life, and if we d this, I will lose you. If that means showing some self-restraint for once in my goddamn life, then I will." Both his hands cup my cheeks. "You make me want to be a better person. This is me being a better person.

I knew I'd get over this. People broke up with each other every day and you didn't see them falling down and dying of unhappiness. But unhappiness didn't kill you that way. It was a slow malignancy that stole your hope. You didn't fall over dead, you faded away into nothingness.

Collin and I were fire and ice, love and hate. When you climb to soaring heights, the fall is much more deadly.

Good, bad, they're just words. Who's to decide what is good or bad? In the end, only the consequences matter.

One day you'll hate me, and you'll curse these past few moments. When that day comes, just know that I wish I could do it all over again. From the beginning

You said you like it on top. I spent all day imagining it.

Violet lay next to me and I scooted over, making room for the two of us on the twin-sized bed. She took my hand in hers, slowly and deliberately threading our fingers together, like she used to do when we were little girls. And just like that, I felt six years old again, with my eight-year-old sister next to me, shaking in fear as we listened to one of Momma's tirades outside our bedroom. My eyes flooded with tears while I gripped her hand, hanging on for dear life. Violet softly hummed the old lullaby she made up years ago, the one she used to sing to me when I was scared or sad. I drifted off to sleep,

You don't see black and white. You see gray. People aren't all good and bad. You have a way of bringing out the good.

I glared at him. "What I do or don't do is my business. If I wanted the world to know, I would have tweeted about it.

I'm not sure which is better-the chance to experience love and lose it, or to live my life without it.

I was paving the highway to hell in beet bottles and kisses.

His eyes burn bright with desire. I want you to see me when I come into you. I want you to know I'm here. I want you to know I see you.

We can't know everything," I said quietly. "Sometimes we have to write our own future.

Collin has his path to follow and you have yours. Eventually, they were merge, but your journeys are separate for now.

Do you ever lay off the crap or is it all bullshit, all the time with you?

Most of the time I paid it no mind. I kept to myself and everyone in my town of Henryetta liked it that way. While my grandma saw helpful information such as droughts and locust infestations, I was cursed with seeing useless and mundane things like Mrs. White's toilet overflow or the ear infection in Jenny Baxter's baby. None of that would be so bad if I kept what I saw to myself, but my visions didn't work that way. Without any volition of my own, whatever I saw just blurted right out of my mouth. Most of the people who knew me thought I was a snoop or a gossip, the only rational explanation to reason away my knowledge. But Momma had another opinion. She declared me demon-possessed.

Why am I not surprised you'd think you could flout

See how long and bold my life line is? It's an indication of my sexual prowess.

Even not choosing is a choice.

I've faced a hell of a lot worse than you today, you lizard-tongued monster!

We sit in silence for several minutes, and I listen to the sound of his breathing, surprised how something so simple can fill me with contentment.

Maybe I'll hurt you," I whisper as my eyes search his. "I'm broken Tucker. I'm hopelessly broken inside, and I'm not sure there are enough pieces in me to put back together. But when I'm with you, I feel like maybe I can actually be whole.

Perhaps you and I aren't meant to be together in this lifetime. Maybe we're suppose to wait for eternity.

This is the worst idea in the history of ideas, yet I can't stop myself from nodding.

I dropped my dress to the floor and sat on the sofa with renewed determination. This man was going to have sex with me whether he liked it or not.

The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a sick gray pallor over the room.

But misery is misery, no matter what its cause and we were both drowning in it. I

We were two halves to a whole. Water, the mother of creation. Land, the father who supported it. We were forever joined, our souls tethered. In this moment, the truth came to life: Whether the gate closed or not, I would never be whole without this man by my side.

With the company of just myself, my thoughts presented themselves like unwelcome houseguests.

Could search to the ends of the earth and never find another woman like you.

What time do we start?" I resisted the urge to grin. "Show up at the New Living Hope Revival Church at ten tomorrow morning." His eyes flew open. "Ten? That early?" "Half the world's awake by ten, and the other half is sleeping in China.

The next morning, beer and I mutually decided our relationship wasn't going to work out.

I sighed, a deep and heavy sigh. If only sighs could carry all my troubles away.

I faced the real possibility of spending the rest of my life alone, never experiencing great love. But then again, I might not live long enough for it to matter much.

I find myself thinking about her all the time. But I hurt her.

This is life. It's messy and unpredictable, full of wonderful surprises and mind.numbing disappointment. the uncertainty of it all is why I hide, trying to avoid all the pain and the heartache.

My home is where you are, not what world I live in.

Problem with attempting to live up to other people's expectations was that you were destined to fail before you even began. I

found her in the closet.

For the first time in his life, it was more important to him that someone else was having a good time than that he was enjoying himself. And, weirdly, he was having a better time because of it.

This here's war, and sometimes there's casualties. You hope to God not to be one, but you go in accepting the risk. Especially if something's worth fighting for.

I wondered if somehow, without my knowing it, I had been cast in a Lifetime channel movie.

Kind of like getting married." I smiled at him. "It's easy to say I do, but ten times harder to say I don't.

Let's have a look at your paperwork," I said as I glanced at the neatly stacked forms. "Mr. Crocker.

Why do any of us do what we don't want to do?" I don't respond, unsure what answer he's looking for.
He smiles, but it's sad. "Because we're afraid of what will happen if we don't."
I always considered fear to be a motivator or a reason not to do something, but I never considered it a reason to continue an ongoing behavior. This opens a vault full or questions about my own life. I've always assumed I'm afraid to engage in activities because I'm afraid of what might happen. But maybe I'm looking at it all wrong. Maybe I should be asking myself if I'm really afraid of leaving what makes me comfortable.

You can do anything when the alternative is unacceptable.

I've not done much living in my life, but I met this guy who makes me want to live it.

Rose Gardner, what in heaven's name happened

I really loved her, I'd do anything to protect her. Even if that meant setting her free. My

I put the wine bottle on the counter and reached for a couple of wine glasses. "Would you like some? It's a fine vintage stock. I'm pretty sure it was on the shelf of the Piggly Wiggly for at least two weeks.

The disappointment in his voice was like a knife to the gut, but I was keeping this secret to protect him just as much as myself. I headed for the window, climbing out before him. What should

But how did I know what was real and what wasn't, especially in regard to his feelings for me.

Fire seemed about ready to shoot out of her eyes. "Yeah, he's changed all right. He used to be a snake in the grass, and now he's slitherin' out in the open.

I stand outside the doorway of my Western civilization class caught in a dilemma. Either go in and have thirty pairs of eyes stare at me, or leave - which means missing my test. The decision is already made. I only need to open the door and walk in.

Here's the thing. I met this girl, this beautiful woman who's unlike anyone I've ever met. She's funny, and brave

This is my love line ... It says an incredibly sexy, but totally infuriating redheaded woman with barge into my life and drive me insane.

heard of people who died from broken hearts, but I realized that wasn't necessarily true. They died because their bodies forgot how to live.

What the hell is wrong with me? This isn't the first time I've asked myself this question, in a multitude of situations. But this time specifically I'm referring to my inability to feel anything when being kissed by a man. Maybe I'm just too broken. Thant's the part that scares me the most. That I'm too broken to love.

So how did it go?
I sat on the toilet and ran a hand over my hair. Um ... it's still going, I whispered.
It's still going? Then what are you doing calling me?
Well ... it's just that ...
What?
How could I put this? I can't find his penis.
Claire paused for half a second. How drunk are you?

We're only gonna talk to him," I said for what had to be the hundredth time as I pulled my truck up to the curb. But Neely Kate seemed exceptionally bloodthirsty, and truth be told, I didn't trust her all that much to behave.

liver with catsup? Are you ashamed?

Because as long as you know the rules, you know what's expected of you, and as long as you have the necessary information, you can always find the answer.

Now the news came through a little black box that sat on top of the TV. Momma resisted the box and pronounced it a government attempt to spy on us, but the alternative meant no television since Momma refused to get cable. Momma declared cable full of pornography, though what I'd seen at Violet and Mike's house looked perfectly respectable.

Hilary glanced up at Joe with a bright smile, which she then turned toward me. I wished I had ten-foot-long legs so I could kick her.

come home tomorrow. Getting back to Maeve's was tricky. There was a new

up. I kind of hoped jury duty lasted

I didn't know how many police cars the city of Henryetta owned, but I was willing to bet money all of them were currently parked in front of my house.

You can't change the opinions of small-minded people.

Hell is the opposite. It's cold and stark and full of nothing. And I'm there now.

I fell asleep, lying against his chest listening to the soft beat of his heart in my ear, my own full of joy.