Kristan Higgins Quotes

I stand up, trying to shake myself mentally. Get over him, Maggie, I instruct myself. I need to stop. I really do. I want to. I'm going to. I sound like a drug addict. Perhaps there's a twelve-step program for me. Priest Lovers Anonymous.

My idea of outdoor activity is taking my book outside

He'd drop by her place later, see if she was still up. If not, he'd stare at her window, because why not, right? He was stupid with love. No shame in that

And all that 'don't want to lose you' is utter bullshit. But just in case it's true, guess what? You did lose me. Just now.

I have a small phobia about being alone with women," he said smoothly.
"So I always come with him," Patricia said. "Always."
"Ah." Dear God, where do You hide the normal people? Love, Emmaline

Oh, let's see. Judy came to see me at work today," Ainsley said. "To beg me not to give up on Eric just yet. She thinks he's got PTSD." I thought he had asshole-itis, personally.

What are you making? Or, more aptly, what aren't you making?" Upon closer inspection, the pile of wood resembles a triangle. A crooked, timid triangle. "It's a ramp for Loki." I glance at the dog, who appears to be dead. "A ramp to… heaven?" I suggest. "To my bed, which is kind of the same thing." Leo winks. "Or so they tell me.

Book club meets every other month or so. Besides marriage counseling and the very occasional night out with my sister, I'm home twenty-nine nights out of thirty, and still the girls resent me. Not once have they ever complained about Adam's late meetings - which may or may not have been booty calls for amazing porno sex. Me, I go out to my stupid book club, and I'm punished for it.

Schizophrenic, alternating as it served her purposes between

This is Nathan's mother," I said, wiping my eyes with the edge of Ainsley's blanket. "Yes, we've met," Eloise said. "You came to Nathan's wake." Daniel nodded. "Congratulations on your beautiful daughter. Kate..." She turned to me. "It was good to see you, deah.

Dearly beloved," Father Bruce began, "we are gathered here to witness the union of Nick and Harper as they pledge their love an devotion to each other for what we hope is the last time, because I don't know about you people, but I don't think any of us should have to go through this again.

But you know, if you're looking for love, there's always the mirror.

Ev wasn't the crunchiest chip in the bag.

Nick," I murmured, "should I ever head into the cellar armed only with a ladle after the police have just warned me that a psychotic killer is on the loose, please slap me.

But if someone calls me 'poor thing' one more time, I may go postal and kill everyone around me. Except children and dogs. And old people. And you. And Connor. Fine, I won't kill anyone. But it's driving me crazy.

Here's the thing, Grace," Cal said, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "Ever since that first day when you smacked me in the head with your field hockey stick-"
"You just can't let that go, can you?" I muttered.
He grinned fully now. "-and even when you hit me with the rake and dented my truck, and when you were spying on me from your attic and your dog was mauling me, Grace, I always knew you were the one for me.

Well… I dreamed I was alone. I wasn't sure if you were away, or if we were divorced, but it was just me and the girls, and as the dream went on, I realized that you weren't coming back. At first I thought you left me. Then I realized it was because you… died." He waits for my reaction. "I have those dreams about you all the time," I tell him. "Daydreams, I call them.

If indeed there was an intruder in the McIntosh house, it would be deeply satisfying to apprehend him. Barb McIntosh suspected a sex offender, and, if she was right, Em knew exactly where she'd target the electrodes.

Love came when you weren't looking, except in the case of millions who found mates on Match.com, but, hey. It sounded good.

Oxytocin is an amino acid peptide. A hormone. They call it the love chemical. "So?" Kelsey gave him a dead-eyed stare. "So when you're further along in your pregnancy, more oxytocin receptors will be created in your uterine muscles. When the baby's big enough, your oxytocin level will rise, triggering labor, and will help your muscles contract so you can give birth." "Gross," said Cory. "No," Jack said. "Miraculous. Without the oxytocin, your muscles wouldn't be strong enough to push that baby out. But because of that chemical, you are. You'll be superhero strong." He smiled right into Kelsey's eyes. "Then, when you see your baby, that rush of oxytocin will help you bond. That's why they call it the love drug. And if you breast-feed, more oxytocin gets released, strengthening that bond. The maternal instinct is the strongest instinct in the world. Chemistry is definitely part of that.

Are these from you?"
The voice so startled me that I whirled around. Unfortunately, I was still holding the rake in
my hand. Even more unfortunately, the wooden handle caught him right along the side of his
face. He staggered back, stunned, the bottle of wine I'd just left at his door slipping from his
grasp and shattering on the path with a crash. The scent of merlot drifted up around us, canceling
out the smells of spring.
"Oops," I said in a strangled voice.
"Jesus Christ, lady," my new neighbor cursed, rubbing his cheek. "What is your problem?

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I'll tell you something, Harpy," he said, his voice almost a whisper now. "It never even occurred to me that we wouldn't make it. And it never occurred to you that we would. You were just waiting for us to go down in flames. I thought we could get through anything.

You didn't break my heart, I say. "You filled it up.

What's more appealing than a guy who gets down on his knees and lets your dog lick his face?

How many men are stupid enough to dump two Emerson girls?" Dad asked. "Too bad we're not mobbed up. We could have his body dumped in the Farmington River.

Don't be nice to me," she whispered, though she didn't move away. "I might cry if you are.

He knows. I can see it in his eyes, he feels how much I love him still, and maybe he's always known.

After about the age of 13, I was a romance addict. Still am, though I read just about every other genre as well. The only thing I really shy away from is political thrillers.

Everyone makes mistakes. It's what you do after the mistake that matters.

Commandment #1: Believe in yourself. Commandment #2: Get over yourself.

proudly living in a refrigerator-sized apartment with three other students.

You wonder how much abuse you can take and still love someone. You wonder how long they can treat you like nothing but still want them back. You wonder how many years it will take to forget how things used to be, how long you'll burn yourself with that tiny ember of hope before the deluge of their neglect drowns it.
A long time, in my case. A long, lonely time.

Good afternoon, residents! A reminder that our salsa dance class starts in ten minutes."
"Shall we go to that, Gram-Gram?" I said. "A lot of times, meeting someone in person is best."
"Only women go to salsa dancing."
"Maybe you should become a lesbian, then. It would solve that pesky life expectancy problem.

So because of their affair, Emmanuelle gets a promotion and a raise, Adam gets a vacation, and I got an STD panel.

Humor writing requires a rhythm and timing, as well as some kind of connection to the reader, and I think that's how I tap into it.

I'm at a bar with a woman! So there, you disgusting whore! And I'm going to take her back to our house and I'm going to have sex with her!" His voice grew louder and louder, cracking with an intensity. "That's right! On the couch, in our bed, on the kitchen floor, on the goddamn kitchen table! How do you like that, you cheating, miserable skank?" Then he flipped his phone shut, looked at me and smiled. "So where were we?" he asked pleasantly.

And because he loved her, it wouldn't matter that she wasn't twenty-two or thirty or forty anymore. In his eyes she was truly the most beautiful woman in the world. The thought brought tears to Parker's eyes. A sucker for love indeed.

Then they'd looked at each other, realization

She gave another eye roll and glided away. My admiration for my sister grew. One thing to have children ... another to keep them when they hit adolescence.

She was gifted at charm. I never valued that in her before, but I felt like kissing her hand now. I should write to Eric and thank him for being a self-centered idiot.

Humor writing is something that comes naturally to me.

So tell me what brings you here," Laney says. Adam and I look at each other. He says nothing. Ass-hat. That's one of Jenny's favorite words, and it's becoming one of mine, too. I wait him out, staring steadily, wondering if he can feel the poison seeping out of my heart.

Within a week, I knew the subway systems,

Well, no point in crying over spilled milk. Spilled wine, yes.

Well, don't make duck. I'm morally opposed to duck. Do you know what they do to ducks at a duck farm? The cruelty! It's barbaric. But I do love veal. Can you make veal? Or is that too hard for you?

Dance class, huh?" he said. "You don't look the type."
"And what does that mean?" I asked.
"You're not built like a dancer," he commented.
"You should probably stop talking now," I advised.
"Got a little bit more meat on your bones than those girls you see on TV."
"You should definitely stop talking now." I glared.

The crowd watched. 'Sir?' said the cop. 'Can you please answer the crazy woman so we can all go home?

God! The sexiest three words in the English language, 'you were right'. What woman doesn't love to hear that?

He had the kind of looks that made breathing irrelevant

It doesn't matter how old you are, what level of schooling you've had or where you live - stalking is innate to the female psyche. We've all been there.

I use to think that somewhere along the line, I'd find the key to that perfect life ... and that once I had it, every day would be golden and easy and everything would fit. But life isn't like that. There are only perfect glowing moments ... and then there are everyday moments that weave them together into a shimmering path that can always be seen, even in the dark.

Then James took Parker's hands, and without waiting, gave her a long, hot kiss that made her nearly forget there were a hundred people watching. Then he pulled back and smiled that full, wonderful grin, his dark eyes so happy.
"Parker," he said, "always lovely to see you.

Snarky, sexy and so much fun. Sugar Jamison is sure to be a hit!.

True peace was rare when you were fat. When you were fat, you wore armor to protect and deflect. You were either sharp and bitter, inspiring fear in potential bullies, or you were extra cheerful to show nothing mattered at all, not the snubs or the insults or the degradation. When you were fat, you worked so hard to be invisible. You lived in fear of being noticed, singled out, of having someone point out what you already knew.

No wonder nothing had worked. No one else was him.

Huge mammals surrounded us, any one of whom could easily overturn our stupid little boat. Tripod would drown. I would drown. Joe would undoubtedly be rescued by mermaids seduced by his beauty.

Family gatherings were ... um, let's see, what's the word I'm looking for? ... Hell. They were hell. Being the middle child, I served and referee and confidante, hostess and martyr. Did I feel we should get together once in a while? Sure. Did I want my family all together? Theoretically, yes. In reality, dear God, no.

Life is good, even without all the elements in place.

I needed to mourn my father, that wonderful, sweet, gentle man.

Nick."
"Yeah?"
"Come to bed. It's too cold to sleep on the floor."
There was a pause. "You sure?"
"Yep"
"Thanks." Nick said.
"Oh, sure. It's nothing. Couldn't let you freeze, not with Jesus watching.

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There was a little smile on his mouth - the mouth that had been kissing hers. Otherwise, he was incommunicado.
"Liam?" she said again, more loudly this time.
Nada. He was out cold. Down for the count.
She straightened abruptly. Face was burning, joints buzzing with adrenaline, chest filled with helium.
Liam Murphy had kissed her.
And he'd fallen asleep in the middle of it. She didn't know whether to burst into song or kick something.

Well, listen, sweetheart. Boys only want one thing, of course, and guess what that means for you? Heartbreak. Pregnancy. Chlamydia, herpes, syphilis, crabs.
That's beautiful, Dad. You should set it to music.

So I guess I'm ready to ... start dating. I want to get married again. Have a family." Ethan leans forward, causing Fat Mikey to jump off his lap. "I see," he says. I look at the floor for a second. "Right." Risking a peek at Ethan, I add, "So we should probably stop sleeping together.

Nicole's door opened, and she stomped down the hall. "I have something to say," she said, giving him the Slitty Eyes of Death. "You're totally unfair, and if I run away, you shouldn't be surprised." "Don't make me put a computer chip in your ear," Liam answered. "It's not funny! I hate you." "Well, I love you, even if you did ruin my life by turning into a teenager," he said, rubbing his eyes. "Did you study for your test?" "Yes." "Good." He looked at his daughter - so much like Emma, way too pretty. Why weren't there convent schools anymore? Or chastity belts? "Want some supper? I saved your plate." She rolled her eyes with all the melodrama a teenager could muster. "Fine. I may as well become a fat pig since I can't ever go on a date." "That's my girl," he said and, grinning, got up to heat up her dinner.

The third boat was quite pretty, too ... this one was an Adirondack fishing boat, and even though it was only half finished, I could picture Jay Gatsby in it, casting a line over the side while he yearned for that shallow tramp, Daisy.

You deserve a husband who'd cut off his own dick before he'd cheat on you, Rach. You do." "Maybe we can put that in my Match.com profile,

Tried be cheerful, tried be upbeat, tried not to let my feelings show, not to blame him, not to mind when day after day, week after week, his nonchalance eroded my heart. Sometimes, being an optimist was quite the fucking effort.

Ten bucks says the virgin dies before the slut," I said, taking a sip of my soda.
"You're on. Oh, hey, don't go in the shower, for God's sake," Nick advised the scantily dressed college student on the screen as she tiptoed into the bathroom. He stuffed a fistful of popcorn into his mouth. "Well, okay, there you go," he added as she was slashed to death by Freddy's fingernails. "Can't say I didn't warn you. Your poor parents.

In most marriages, lust and love become tempered by normalcy.

I guess I've found that I'd rather be alone than with the wrong person.

And here I still think of you as the woman I loved more than I've ever loved anyone

There are only perfect, glowing moments, like this one, and then there are the everyday moments that weave them together into a shimmering path that can always be seen, even in the dark. "You

up on time every day, something I hadn't

It looks like he's seducing the music out of the piano, and though I know nothing about piano performance, I can see that to be great, a pianist has to do just that… seduce the instrument, win it over, become part of the great, beautiful piano and the music itself.

Get out of bed. Go to classes. Try to be normal, and pretty soon all that grief you carry...it gets easier.

I like my face. I have a few crow's-feet, sure. My skin's not as elastic as it used to be… I gained a lot of weight when I was pregnant, as one tends to do with three babies inside, and it shows. But this is the face of a woman who's been through a lot, a woman who has lost a lot and held on to a lot, too. This is the face my daughters love, the face they look to for comfort and unconditional love, for patience. For wisdom. For guidance.

She wondered if he could see himself in a mirror. If he sparkled.

I don't want to lose you, I love you, and ... and that's all I've got.
As speeches went, it wasn't great. As feelings went ... different story.

I'm trying not to wet myself with excitement," I murmur back. "It's harder after having the triplets.

Maybe love isn't just
a bouquet of roses once in a while. Maybe it's just sticking it out, when it's hard, when you're mad, when
you're tired.

Honestly, my entire childhood could be summed up with one word: Reader. I was always hunched over a book; in fact, I was the only kid in the world who got paler in the summer, because I'd sneak down into our cool, dank cellar and sit alone with a book for hours.

Liam's face grew serious. I'll take good care of you, Cordelia. I promise.

But why did you upgrade me?" "Because you're not a skinny dwarf." "Is that an insult?" "Is it? Would you like to be a skinny dwarf? Because even though you're acting like Grumpy -

I'm eighty-two, can you believe it?" She's actually ageless, given that her purple face is stretched tighter than an eggplant. "So what did you have done?" I ask, unable to help myself. "The whole package," she says. "Got my eyelids done, some Botox, a little filler, chin implant, cheekbones, got my lips done, neck lift, breast implants, tummy tuck, ass lift.

You need a ride, Abs?" he asked. "No, no, I've got Mom's car. You know what I found in it last week?" "Do I want to?" "No, but I feel like someone should share my pain, and you could use a distraction. You ready?" She paused for effect. "A riding crop." "Please tell me she's taken up horseback riding." "She has not." "You're a cruel child, Abby.

Levi always said if you heard hoofbeats, expect to see horses, not zebras.

He turned on the radio, and sure enough, the meteorologists were practically peeing themselves with joy. "Wind gusts up to fifty miles per hour, heavy rains, some local flooding. Stay inside, folks!

Love made you a better person. Made you feel protected and precious and chosen. Chosen such a lovely word! And in loving someone else you became better ... noble and generous and beneficent.

And then I turned and saw a guy staring at me ...
"What are you looking at, idiot?" I asked, giving him the sneer that had served me so well.
"My future wife. The mother of my children.

The tiny waiter, who looks to be about ninety-seven years old, comes over and wheezes through what I assume are the specials. Szabolcs, his nametag says. I can't understand a word he says. He may be telling me that his great-great-grandchildren are in the kitchen being gnawed on by a pack of wolves. I nod and smile. "I'll have the chicken," I say. Szabolcs asks something that has a lot of sht and tsz and ejht sounds in it. "Sounds good," I tell him. This is how people end up eating cats, I believe.

It's not you. The stupidest line in the history of lines.

You asked why I couldn't forgive you," Nick said, very quietly, and I jumped a little. "It was because you were the love of my life, Harper. And you didn't want to be. That's hard to let go.

Wrong," he growls in a voice I've never heard. "Very, very wrong, Chastity. If we were together and didn't work, I'd be out you. You're the one I can't lose

Our families were herded out of the room, and I snuggled little Ainsley closer, smelling her head, a smell I already recognized. I'd cheerfully kill for her, happily lay down my life for her without a second's hesitation and with a smile on my face. My beautiful baby. My gift.

Quiet down! You're supposed to be dead!" snapped a passing Union soldier.
"This is a private conversation," Margaret snapped back.
"This is a battle," he hissed.
"No, honey, this is called pretending. I hate to break it to you, but we're not really in the Civil War. If you'd like to feel a bit more authentic, I'd be happy to stick this bayonet up your ass.

...they were just normal, and they were enjoying that elusive state of simply BEING...

I also remember my own smugness… that somehow, because I was so careful and well behaved - the attentive listening, the regular sex, my self-appointed role as #1 Fan of Adam Carver - our marriage was insulated. That what happened to those other foolish couples would never happen to us because I was so on guard against it. I lost myself in becoming Adam's wife, and later, the girls' mother. I forgot to be a person, too, a person who was well within her rights to say, "I'm too tired, tonight, honey. How about a back rub instead? I would really appreciate it.

But they're family, and you forgive them, even if they are human equivalent of hyenas. Because that's what you do, Posey. Forgive.

He had all the rough and sultry appeal of Marlon Brando in On the Waterfront. Clive Owen in Sin City. Russell Crowe in everything he did.

And while we've got you on the table, we can do a little lipo on the thighs. You barely need anything. But a lot of women these days are doing that and then having some of the fat injected into their labia to plump things up down there." Yes. So Rachel can enjoy that for years to come, because what woman doesn't fret over this? After all, don't we all walk around with mirrors in our panties, making sure our labia looks plump enough? I try to fix my face, but I'm fairly sure my disgust shows. "We can even do a little vaginal tightening to enhance sexual pleasure for both you and your husband." My sister bursts into tears. Thank God.