Miranda Liasson Quotes

He'd never be the kind of man she deserved, whole and strong, not physically and mentally crippled.

They'd used sex instead of communication in the past, and it had turned out disastrously.

You look hot," he blurted. Shit. Why had he said that? Meg turned red as a strawberry, pulled her robe tighter around her neck, and tugged the belt tight. "Warm," he rushed to say. "You know, flushed - like, from your bath." For someone who was usually Mr. Rico Suave, he was really bumbling everything. He swept his gaze up and down her magnificent body. "I'm just sad your ass is covered." Fuck, what was he doing? He tripped over his words to cover. "I mean, glad. Really glad. After the rip and everything." Sweat rolled down his back. Maybe he needed to take his own temp. Because he really wasn't acting like himself.

she was a little on the loony side. She was a compulsive worrier, overprotective of her son to the nth degree, and should probably purchase stock in hand sanitizer companies for how often she used it.

She'd vowed to be braver and take more risks, but this seemed out of her league. Because sometimes what you wanted the most was the one thing you were most afraid to get.

As she glanced up and saw him, Dr. Anal here looked about as thrilled to see him as he did her.

But he knew how to treat a woman with respect, to never demean or condescend or embarrass her in front of others.

Dear God, she was getting turned on in the middle of a roadside emergency. This had to stop.

remember, there's no such thing as perfect anything. You make your own future out of the chaos life hands you. Life is a giant slot machine, and honey, God only gives you so many pulls.

Taking over Kingston Shoes would be the final string that would unravel and cut them off from one another for good.

It's not over, Maddie. It's still not over between us. We need to talk.

That's not true, Gran." Meg had to stand up for herself if no one else was going to. "I love the outdoors." Not, but there was no way she was going to sound like a wuss. "Why, remember that time your parents took you camping when you were ten? You went potty in the woods and accidentally sat on a wasps' nest.

That's the thing about real love. It's not perfect at all. But it forgives.

How was it that the one man who could take their company down appeared to be the only one who believed in her?

Maybe it was time to cut the strings of everyone's expectations and free-fall for once in her life

Real love sucked in a way, didn't it? Because it ripped your heart out without mercy and let it bleed all over the floor.

The war had changed him, inside and out, in ways he could never have fathomed.

Around them, late afternoon sun glistened off waves that slapped against the sides of the deck. Seabirds dipped in and out of the deep blue water. It would have been a perfect, tranquil scene except for the pounding of hammers and the whir of a saw.