N.R. Walker Quotes

Lucas, I hired you because you're brilliant." I believed him. I smiled. "It's true. I am.

Some days it was bearable; some days it burned. Grief was like the great Southern Ocean; it moved in ebbs and flows, often turbulent and rough, or peaceful and settled, and even over time when I could navigate the waters, the tide never stopped.

So if I'm Gen Y and you're X, then together we are the chromosome code for male," he mused.
"Yes, I am X marks the spot, and you are the dear God, why, why, why.

Now he laughed again. "I'm sorry. I just tend to get on the defensive." "That's okay. I tend to get on the clueless. So we're even." He

You should get those stretchy underpants all the gay porn stars are wearing these days and wear them instead of those blue Lycra-looking ones. They make all their dicks look huge."
"Because all their dicks are huge," I said. "They're called trophy briefs for a reason.

All I could feel was the pulse of our heartbeats where we joined, throbbing and pounding through every fibre in my body. We rocked back and forth, always kissing. And on the cold, cold ground by the flickering warmth of the fire, we made love. The way he held me, the way he looked at me, it was the closest to heaven I'd ever get without dyin'.

This was butterfly-inducing, blood-warming, heart-skipping. This was the beginning of something very special. Was it love? Was I ready to call it that? Was I ready to hand over my heart to a guy I'd only known for a few weeks? Or maybe the better question was, did I even have a choice?

I came to Tasmania in search of an elusive species. And I found it. But never in my wildest dreams did I expect to find you. And I believe I found a type of butterfly that exists only in my belly which makes itself known when I think of you.

You just need someone who knows how your puzzle goes back together.

Trav just shook his head and grinned. "It's my ring on your finger, Charlie. It's our daughter asleep down the hall, and it's me you beg for and my name you whisper." He sighed, content and sleepy. His accent was always thicker when he was tired. "I know damn well who you belong to. And you do too.

His hand lay across my stomach as he slept soundly. I entwined my fingers with his and breathed through the warmth that seeped through my chest. Such a simple, sweet thing to do, yet holding hands in bed was incredibly intimate.

Watching them was like watching water and oil do the impossible.

You can not ask him and die wondering. Or you can do what grown-ups do and be grown-up about it and ask him outright. Like a grown-up.

And without my consent, with my defences in ruins, while my brain was sleeping, my stupid heart went and fell headfirst into love.

When I opened the door, Andrew was standing there like a remedy for heart palpitations. Or maybe he made them worse. It was hard to tell.

They should love you, just as you are. Parents should love their kids, right?"
"You'd think so.

So, you wanted to know when I'm mad at you, or when you're being an ass, well guess what? I'm mad and you're an ass.

A comfortable silence fell over us while we watched the TV, when a foul stench assaulted my nose. I almost gagged. "Jesus. Was that you?" Kira sat up, pushing me off him. "It was you! Fucking hell, Matt. What did you eat today?" Then Oscar yawned and stretched out on the rug on the floor, looking rather pleased with himself.

It's about time I spent time on what's really important." "Well, work, then dinner, then you can do what's really important." Then he added, "You know I'm what's important, don't you? I meant that you can do me.

I never thought I'd be the type to cry at a wedding. And I didn't cry, per se. It must have
been allergies or something. Who the hell has a wedding in the outdoors in Spring? I mean, come
on.

I'd crossed that line like Usain freakin' Bolt.

I'd jumped into raging rivers, ridden wild bulls, bucking horses and fought off deadly snakes. I'd done a thousand crazy things in my life that made Ma yell at me, but I'd never - never - been as scared as I was when I looked at him. *

Despite my earlier concerns, I realised now I didn't care that his emotions were synthetic. I didn't care that he was programmed to suit me, to want me, to smile when he saw me. I didn't care that his love for me was binary coded, programmed. It was real to me. And in many ways, it was more real that anything I'd had with any human. Human love came with conditions and limits, with mess and noise, and was fleeting at best
Shaun's love wasn't. It was forever and completely, unequivocally mine.

„I'm sorry about Hannah though," he said. „She has no filter. She called me an ass."
I smiled, leaned over and kissed his cheek. „Don't apologize. I happen to really like ass."
Isaac's mouth fell open, as he blushed a deep scarlet, and I laughed. „Come on, on your feet. I'll wash, you dry."
He shook his head, disbelievingly. „I can't believe you just said that!"
„What?" I scoffed. „That you're drying the dishes? Fair's fair, Isaac."
He blushed again and bit his lip. „That's not what I'm talking about, and you know it."
I put the dishes in the sink, laughing. „Yeah, I know. Next time, I'll ask Hannah to call you a dick, because I happen to really like that too.

I think he won a tiny piece of my heart that day. If he didn't have the whole damn thing before then, he certainly had part of it now.

You know, I'm gonna marry a girl just to piss you off."
Mom laughed. "Then you'll deserve estrogen-fuelled psychotic rants about shoes and cellulite."
"Isn't that a little stereotypical?"
"Of course it is," Mom said nonchalantly. "Just like saying all gay men love cock and lesbians love to munch clams.

My last thought before falling asleep last night was a realisation that I was falling in love with Andrew.
Well, not me exactly. My stupid, traitorous heart.

Silent tears are the worst. It's the sign of a broken spirit. No sound, no residual emotions... just tears. Silent, unstoppable tears.

For all the times he'd fucked me, he'd never fucked me like this. Because this wasn't fucking.
It was in his eyes, in his touch, in his kiss. It was in his heartbeat, pulsing against my chest and inside me. It was how he moaned my name, it was how he murmured and pleaded, and it was how his fingers dug into my skin. It wasn't fucking. It was emotion and pure need ...
He was making love to me.

Well, all of us country club ex-wives need a lot of money," she said. "Sex with the
stable boys at the club isn't cheap you know."
I almost choked. "Mom! You made me spit my beer."
My dearest mother hummed into the phone. "Maybe you wouldn't be single, darling, if
you learned to swallow properly.

I have a black belt in sarcasm, and my wit is like lightning.

Smitten kitten? I swear a piece of my manliness just died. "Promise me you wont ever say those words again.

I figured if I was tired enough, I wouldn't miss Travis.
Which kind of worked, until after the three o'clock fussing-wombat feed and I got back into bed and his side of the bed was cold.
Or until I tripped over his laundry that he'd left on the bathroom floor. That he always left on the bathroom floor.
Or until I sat at the table at breakfast time and his chair was too damn empty. There was no smartarse comments, no bursts of laughter. His blue eyes didn't spark with humour and his sandy-blond hair didn't spike out just so.
There was no foot-holding under the table.

I kissed him softly and left my lips pressed to his for a few beats of my heart.

You'd better be thinking of me when you smile like that," Cooper said, now standing beside me. I hadn't heard him come into the kitchen. I bumped his hip with mine. "Of course I'm thinking about you." "Then why aren't you hard?" he asked, looking pointedly at my crotch. Before I could say anything, he said, "They have pills now, for old guys who can't get hard.

He was looking at me like I was a puzzle to be solved, like he couldn't believe the music was coming from my hands. When in actual fact, it wasn't coming from my hands at all. It was coming from my heart. And

„It'll be getting dark and cold by then."
Isaac nodded. „Yeah, God forbid it gets dark and I can't see where I'm going.

May
the stars forever guide us, and may this lighthouse bring us
home.

I keep spare business shirts. In case of emergencies." Emergencies? "Do you expect to have jizz on your shirt often?

I was short on patience and long on not-in-the-fucking-mood.

It's not the ocean that bends and breaks. You think those rocks down there are unmovable and a solid force because the water crashes around them, but it's the opposite. The ocean shapes them and breaks them down. It moves them, not the other way around. The ocean is a constant force of energy. It yields for nothing.

Trent grinned and winked at him. Just a heel click of my ruby slippers away, baby.

There was something absolutely terrifying in handing over your wounded heart for someone else to hold.

I'll always be your big spoon." He snorted. "Unless I'm being the big spoon. Then you'll be my little spoon." "Always.

And who smiles when they're watching porn?" "Happy people, and virgins." I

I was so comfortable. I was warm and cozy, in that blissful, dreamy place between asleep and awake ...
Until my comfy pillow moved.
And the blanket keeping me warm moved.
I grumbled at them sleepily, and then my pillow and blanket chuckled.
I looked up, trying to make sense of my thoughts, and I saw him.
Cameron.
My pillow and blanket was Cameron; a half asleep, chuckling Cameron. I groaned and let my head fall back on his chest, his arms tightened around me. "I wondered why my pillow moved."
He chuckled again, and I could hear the sound resonate in my ear.

You're so good with people. You say all the right things to make people feel better about themselves. You don't do it to be patronising at all; you do it because you're a good person.

It was funny how the monumental shit in your life tends to happen in slow-motion and at warp speed at the same time.

I met someone special today," I told her. "His name is Lawson Gale." She wagged her tail at me. "I dunno, Rosie, but if there's any such thing as perfect for me, he just might be it.

Maybe that's what I needed. Another tattoo. Some pain on the outside to ease the pain on the inside.

What has been promised, is debt.

Because the heart is blind...

„Jeez, Carlos," Hannah said. „Why don't you work out like those two?"
„Because I'm a married heterosexual man," Carlos defended himself. „No one gives a shit what I look like.

What's PSA?" "Prostate test." "Prostate?" Cooper asked, looking a little miffed. "I hope he bought you dinner first.

You know what a sense of place is?" Cooper nodded. "It's when the place you're in feels like home. Where you're at peace." I nodded. "That's exactly right." Cooper looked around. "This place?" I shook my head. "No." His voice kind of squeaked. "Me?" I nodded and grinned. "You're my sense of place, Cooper.

My tattoos, like most people's, were reminders, badges of personal experiences. Yes, I might wear them on my skin for the world to see, but their meaning was a little too personal.

Six months ago, I was intrigued, bewitched even, by this butterfly man. Now I was in love with him, impossibly so. Impossible because there was no going back from this. I was a changed man. My heart belonged wholly to him, and I knew, without a doubt, it always would.

Cooper grinned at me. "So, are you going to see me off at the airport? Stand in the terminal lounge, staring out the window, waiting for my plane to take off?"
I snorted. "Um, no. I was going to drop you off at the departure terminal so I didn't have to get a parking spot."
He gaped and narrowed his eyes. "When you get home, do me a favour and Google the word chivalry," he said flatly. "It's spelled c-h-i-v - "
"Shut up," I said with a laugh.
"Or even look up the definition of 'nice boyfriend'. I'm pretty sure it says 'does not drop off loved one at terminal gate' or 'does not tell boyfriend to shut up'.