Jillian Dodd Quotes

Is it solid or cream filled?" Dallas screams.

You can't fully love anyone until you learn to love yourself.

The reason I want a baby is just because I am so in love with you.

Dance with me?" "There's no music," I tease. He pulls me into his arms. "There doesn't have to be.

He smiles and pours us each a drink, then puts his glass up in the air. "Here's to my beautiful naked girl." "I'm not drinking to my nakedness." He runs his hand down my stomach. "Oh, but you should." "Dawson! Stop that! We need to order food. I'm starving." "Me too, but it's not my fault you're so damn sexy, and you make me want you. All the time.

That's because you can't protect your heart. Your heart feels what it feels. Your brain helps you decide if that person is worthy of your love.

A boy who wants me so bad he can barely stand it.

I remember your parents' funeral, JJ. It was the hardest one I'd ever done in my career ... I didn't think I was going to make it through the service, but I looked out and saw you, JJ, standing there in the pew. Your eyes were dry. Your chin was up. I saw such strength. I wondered what your parents did that made you so strong at such a young age. But then I noticed you were holding Phillip's hand tightly, just like you are now, and I knew where all that strength came from. It's from each other. You get strength from each other. Whatever you face in life, I hope you face it like you are now. Han in hand. United. If you do that, you'll make it. You'll have a wonderful marriage.

I swear to God, I think my panties just melted off my body. How can Crush just talking sex make me hot?

Cush: Pick you up at 7. Look hot. It'll distract him. Me: You're bad. Cush: Most girls tell me I'm good. Wanna find out?

Love makes you feel out of control. I think that's how you know it's right.

I think it was Betsey Johnson that said women dress for other women. If we dressed for men, we'd all run around naked.

That's what it's like with Aiden. When he kisses me, I feel like I can see our future. It's like he has the power to send me mental messages with his mouth. His mouth. The source of all his power.

Hmm. Well, good. Does that mean it'd be okay if I wanted to get down on my knees again sometime?" Dallas walks up behind me. "And just what are you going to do down on your knees, Kiki?" "Look for seashells, what else?" I sass back.

My phone buzzes again.
Crush: You're single. I'm single. Let's mingle.

For a long time, I was convinced that love potion resided in his mouth. On his tongue. But I was wrong. The source of his power is the Titan. It's practically a godly entity of its own when it's awakened. Every time I think my sexual credit card is maxed out, he touches me and I'm ready to go shopping again. And we all know how much I love to shop.

security guard says.

I'm really going to start watching my language for her.

Love is the poetry of the senses." Some

She said, If I'm leaving with a broken heart, you're leaving with a bleeding nose.

Emery gives me a rock that she's colored on. She whispers in my ear. You can smash people's fingers with it when they're mean.

So what do you want?"
"You."
"What?"
"I want you," he repeats. "Go out with me for real, Princess.

The room feels like you're being wrapped in a hug because you chose every single little detail for it out of love. So I get it. Love is all that matters.

Princess, why don't you just take the pregnancy test? Then, if it says no, you will know it's just the flu; and if it says yes, well, you can freak, and I can celebrate.

I pictured Phillip in the tree. How his arm stayed stretched out, his hand empty, long after my dad pulled me away.

I know the moon brought her to me. I know she saved me from myself. Showed me what love is supposed to be. Not the shallow, immature love I used to believe in. Love that was nothing more than hormones and ego. When she kicked the soccer ball at my head, it was like she woke up my soul. At that moment, I knew. As naturally as I knew the sound of my own heartbeat. Knew we belonged together forever.

P.S. If any boy ever asks for my hand in marriage, show him #4. I'm in love. I'd marry a pirate for a ring like that.

Two messed up halves that make one perfect whole?

I gotta go. Just got a taker on the rope.

flirt. Why the hell not? I'm single. You're single. Let's mingle. Just because I'm not going to fall in love doesn't mean I can't have some fun.

Because even though I didn't always tell you, you've had my heart since the day I met you. Your lips were always my bliss. And I know we weren't sorta like fate. We were exactly like fate.

So, congratulations, you're finally getting what you dreamed of." I take the key from around my neck, drop it into his hand, and say, "I understand perfectly.

I glance down, and my eyes get big.
"What?" He glances down, realizes why my eyes are big, and shrugs his shoulders. "It's morning."
"It's cute. Can I keep it?

I did it because I think it's time you finally knew that the stars were always for you. Always. Only. Ever. For you.

Damian, if you really like her, shouldn't you want to take it slow?" "I am taking it slow because what I really want to do is wave one of your magic wands, make you disappear, and throw her across a chaise and fuck her until she can't move.

There's nothing you could tell me that would make me hate you. You need to have faith in us. We're going to survive the kiln.

The spider literally looks into my eyes and sends me spider telepathy. He says, I'm going to have shiny, gorgeous hair when I kill you.

That's it! Victoria's Secret and I are through!

Speaking of tongues, they are the main reason I'm a nervous wreck. Ryan is a senior and well, sadly, I'm not all that experienced with boys. I mean, I'm a freshman and have been to dances with boys my age and even have gone out with boys, but I've never really kissed them. Not like I hope to kiss Ryan anyway. Bobby Robinson did shove his tongue into my mouth one time, when we were kissing under the bleachers at a football game, but it didn't feel so good. I'm pretty sure he didn't have it exactly right. So I talked to my friends, Katie and Lisa, about how to properly make out. But, well, here is just a bit of their unhelpful advice.
Just let him take the lead, do what ever he does.
Um, couldn't that get me into a lot of trouble?
Just sort of kiss his tongue, but try not to drool.
Don't open your mouth too wide.
And then, just open your mouth wide.
See?
Stupid, conflicting information.
And this from girls who supposedly know how to do this!
I feel like I'm an undercover CIA agent trying to wrestle vital information out of a ruthless double agent, and the fate of the free world depends upon it. All the while, the President is yelling at me in a panic, saying, Somebody! Anybody! Just get me the truth!

I grind so fine, I'm practically coffee, he says with a straight face, then busts out a grin.

Phillip, you and your wife have to be a team against anything and anyone that might affect your marriage.

I can't help but laugh. "You totally butchered that cheer." "Yeah, I need a little more work on the motions. I can remember football plays, but these stupid arm motions are just confusing." "Do you want me to help you? I know that cheer." "Maybe you can come teach me in my room. I'd probably learn it better if we were naked." "If you were naked, there wouldn't be any cheering going on." "You cheer me on sometimes. Go, Dawes!" I smack his shoulder. "Shut up. You should hear yourself.

Ooooohh, I heard you had an STD, but I thought it was just a rumor. Does it really burn?"
- Moose in reference to Jadyn's "burning bush" -

Be nice. Funny. Smart. Generous. Kind. Feed your body with good food. Your soul with good friends. And your mind with new things.

To the nights you'll never remember with the people you'll never forget.

So you're going shopping with your ex-boyfriend to find an outfit to snare your next boyfriend? Oh, what a tangled web you weave.

You know, I've kinda been freaking out over being a father, but then I read in a men's magazine somewhere that as long as you can keep your son off the pipe and your daughter off the pole, that you've done a good job.

Braxton: Tell me what girls want.
Me: I think that depends on the girl. Also depends what kind of girl you want.
Braxton: Right now, I'd like a trio of slutty girls. All naked together in my room with nothing to do but me.
Me: Let's try to deal with reality.
Braxton: I was. I originally wanted a harem.
Me: Fine. Three slutty girls it is.

Come on, don't pretend like you don't want Aiden to do that to you. You two have so much chemistry if you don't do it pretty soon you may combust and kill us all." That makes me laugh. "Maybe, but if she's really your future wife, you should wait a little. I mean, what would you tell your kids?" "I'd tell them Mom's ass looked so good in her bikini I couldn't help myself. My sons will understand.

Lori, you are the most beautiful and brilliant woman I have ever known. I love you more than I ever thought was possible, and I keep falling further in love with you every day. You've made me so happy. I'm hoping you'd like to keep me that way for the rest of our lives. Make me a happy man, Lori. Marry me?

When his shirt hit the floor, I'm pretty sure my judgment walked right out the door.

You can't control when you'll fall in love. I ignore her comment because hell yes I can. And I will.

Attack me already. Please! I can't take it anymore.
But I don't say any of that. I just savor each and every slow, amazing, and tongue-free kiss.
Maybe he was born without a tongue, I think for a brief second, but then I realize that I am dumb because he wouldn't be able to talk if he had been, now would he?

I'm pretty sure I saw him call out a battle cry to all his spider friends.

Forever is a really, really long time,

Fate brings people into your life, but it's up to you to decide who gets to stay.

And if I am really being truthful, I sometimes wish Phillip would kiss me.

Hey, Audrey, shut the fuck up. We're trying to watch the game.

Daddy," Ava says seriously, "it's been two years since Mama died. Uncle Cam says if you don't use it - it will fall off and die. I'm pretty sure he was talking about your heart. Everyone needs someone to love.

Do human beings ever realise life, while they live it every, every minute.

Love is friendship gone mad.

Yeah, Aiden, I'm scared." I start crying. "I really want a baby. I really am excited to be pregnant. But I don't want to disappoint you. I don't want to screw it up. I don't know how to be pregnant. What if I'm not good at it?" He kisses me and wipes my tears. "Shh, baby. I promise, no matter what happens, you won't ever disappoint me." He kisses my nose then grins at me. "If something happens, it will be my fault." "What do you mean?" "Faulty sperm.

Text from Aiden to Keatyn:
Hottie God: Good morning, beautiful. I miss sleeping with you. Hottie God: And waking up with you. Hottie God: I just miss you.

No boy is worth your tears, but once you find the one that is, he won't make you cry.

The way you love the man you marry is going to be different than the love you felt for an old boyfriend.

I had to came to tell you how beautiful you look. Really, Jay, you look amazing. Hard to believe the raggedy little girl who punched me in the face could grow up to look like this.

Because I grew up around Danny and Phillip, I discovered the truth about the male language very early in life. What I learned is there are three basic responses that most guys will use when shouldered with the major task of having to answer the question, How do I look? by the fairer sex.
Although I have never confirmed it, I am convinced that boys are taken aside in school, probably in fifth grade when the girls watch the film about getting their periods, and are taught the following three responses:

You look like shit. (Translation: You look bad. Just go back to bed and start over tomorrow. I really shouldn't be seen with you like this.)

You look fine. (Translation: You look good enough to be seen with.)

You look hot. (Translation: I want you.)

They also must teach them there is only one acceptable variation to these responses and to use it sparingly. The variation is simple. They just throw a REALLY into the sentence. The following are examples I have witnessed:

JJ, you REALLY look like shit. (Translation: You must be very hung over, or sick, or having an extremely bad hair day. I really don't want to be seen with you.)

REALLY, JJ, your hair looks fine. (Translation: Your hair looks the same to me as it always does, even though you spent an hour fixing it, so stop messing with it and lets go because you look good enough to be seen with.) And…

(Insert cheerleader's name here) looks REALLY Hot.

Sometimes you can't find yourself until you're lost.

I was just going to say that no matter what your uh, role is in life - that you should always remember to take care of yourself. You are first and foremost a woman. Wife and mother -

I want you both to remember this moment forever. How it feels. The two of you. Hand in hand. Fighting against something you think is trying to tear you apart.

I needed a push, Phillip. I needed you to push me, otherwise, I wouldn't have freaked. I needed to feel like we were over to know that there's no way I'd ever let us be over. I never want us to be over, Phillip. Never, ever.

Do they wish us well?
Or hope to see us fail?

I love you, Aiden." Never in my life will I forget the way he looks in this moment. The surprise in his eyes. The emotions crossing his face. His lips forming a smile. His big hands holding my cheeks firmly in place as he looks into my eyes and says, "I love you

It seeems like so long ago but I'm sorry I yelled at you after the party"
"I doubt it'll be the last time" he chuckles.
"Phillip"
"Well, at least I hope it won't be the last time because it would mean you weren't with me
I roll my eyes at him. I don't get mad at him often. Just when he disagrees with me.
"I'll always love my princess" He smiles."Even when she's mad at me.

Staying mad is easy. Forgiving someone takes guts.

Rule #1 in all bridal magazines. Give yourself a year to plan the
perfect wedding.

Princess, there's no one I'd rather hang out with more than you. You know that.

She shocks the hell out of me when she asks, Did you get engaged, Jade? She looks at me seriously. It's really hard for me not to just laugh hysterically in her face, but I refrain from doing so because I'm a good friend, and I realize that she's in distress. But her next question very nearly blows me away.

I want you to take a good look at this ring. This ring has nothing to do with the wedding, nothing to do with our commitments, none of that. This ring means one thing. That I love you. Promise me that no matter what, no matter if we fight, no matter how hopeless things may feel, that you will look at this ring and know that when you love someone, that's all that really matters. That we'll always figure it out together.

I'm Abby fucking Johnston's daughter

Damian smirks. "Why don't you tell him what we were discussing, Keats? Peyton and I are going to kayak for a bit." When Peyton walks out of the house, Damian jumps up, kisses her in greeting, then grabs her hand and pulls her toward the boat. Aiden puts his smoothie glass against mine. "This is really good. So, what were you talking about?" "Seeing a, um, penis for the first time." "Is it an embarrassing story?" "No, I just . . . it's just hard to comprehend the mechanics of sex when you're young and you see it in its, um, natural state." "Natural state? Like, out in the wild?" "No, not in the wild. I saw a boy's - " I wave my hand slowly across my body. " - in its natural state." "As opposed to its unnatural state?" "Its, um, softer state," I finally say, trying not to think about how his felt in my hand. How I wanted to rip those sliders off his body. Touch it. Feel it. Taste it. He leans in. "You're thinking about last night right now, aren't you?" I feel my cheeks turn red. Why am I such a prude about sex when it comes to Aiden? You'd think I'd never done it before. "I, uh . . ." Aiden arches an eyebrow at me. "Maybe tonight you can see it in its, uh, unnatural state," he says with a laugh as he kisses my cheek.

He takes a deep breath and gives me one of those smiles that almost blinds me. The kind of smile that makes me want to drag him to a little chapel in the woods, say I do, and make him the last boy I ever kiss.

Always. Only. Ever yours.

You can have all the brains in the world, but it takes a body to get most men's attention.

He smiles.
It's a blinding, white-toothed smile.
A push-me-over-the-edge-of-the-love-cliff smile.
And before I can say a word in protest, he's got my hand and is dragging me through the carnival.
Note to self: Do not stare directly at his smile. It holds special powers.
Also: Do not kiss him. His mouth is definitely the source of his power.

Phillip, my articulate, sensitive, linguistic, emotional man, what do you have to say about how I look tonight? "Wow," he says, "you look ... hot, really hot.

I think I'll leave it off, just for you. You can think about us naked. Hammering. Nailing. Pounding. Screwing." He gives me a totally naughty and completely adorable smirk. "I will be thinking no such things." "Oh, yeah, you will. It will be all you think about for the rest of the day.

I stare into the green eyes of the boy who has helped me realize that I don't need separate lives but, rather, should find a boy who fits comfortably into them all. I run the back of my hand down the scruff on his sweet face. "I love you, Aiden." Never in my life will I forget the way he looks in this moment. The surprise in his eyes. The emotions crossing his face. His lips forming a smile. His big hands holding my cheeks firmly in place as he looks into my eyes and says, "I love you too, Boots.

You smell salty," he says. "Like the ocean." He leans closer to me and licks up the side of my face. "You taste salty too. Maybe I should grab a bottle of tequila and we should have some fun." He moves his eyebrows up and down. "What do you say? We'll do some shots and I'll lick you all over.

Don't think you can get rid of me that easily. As long as I'm around, you'll never be alone. I do have my reputation
to uphold as your, uh, very, close friend, you know. Heck, I'm going to be around so much, you'll probably be begging me to leave.

Women dress for women, if we dressed for me, we'd all be running around naked.

When you clean up someone's puke, it sort of bonds you.

I've been here for you all along. I've listened to you cry about other guys, I rescue you, take care of you when you're sick, hug you when you're sad, tell you you're beautiful when you look terrible." He looks me straight in the eyes and is dead serious when he says, "Princess, I've always been the one.