Susan Fanetti Quotes

When it made the distinctive screech that only an old country screen door could make, another layer of lead came off his chest. That was a sound of home. Of history and memory and comfort.

You look at me like you see something." He drew his thumbs over her cheekbones and felt the swell as she smiled.

"I do."

"No. Nothing to see."

She blinked and her eyes cleared and opened fully. "That's not true, Show. I see kindness. Strength. And sorrow." One hand slid from his neck, and she put her fingers over his mouth and through his beard. "When I look at you, I can feel you. I don't know why.

Everybody has a favorite color. What color makes you feel good when you see it? What color makes things better?"

He put his hands around her face and regarded her steadily, deeply. His thumbs traced the tops of her cheekbones. "Blue. Blue is my favorite color."

"Like sky blue, or navy blue, or - "

"Like your eyes."

Show wasn't a sweet talker or a romantic. He was just…true. Real. Direct. And it made the times he said amazingly sweet, romantic things like that a billion times more amazing, because he simply meant what he said.

Where there is always striving, always there is strife as well. Sometimes to be in one place is good. To be still." Leif

But I need you to keep in touch. I'm not used to giving this much of a shit about somebody, and it turns out I got a short drive to crazy. So check your phone, okay?

She drove like fucking Danica Patrick. Jesus. He'd actually been nervous, speeding over winding mountain roads, weaving around slower traffic--which was everyone. He'd been damn glad to see the hotel.

I'll end my days making you happy. I swear it." "And I you.

That wasn't sex talk, Lilli. I'm tellin' you I love you. Don't make a fuss. Just sayin' what I feel.

Her head felt like elephants were doing the merengue on her cerebellum.

What's up? Oh - you are." She smiled. "I love it when you wake me up to make me come.

It's different when people who've been living under somebody's boot hate the foot the boot's on. An oppressed people can't be racist. They can be bigots, but not racist. You have to have power to be a racist...

I love you, Lilli. So much I'm dizzy with it.

What the fuck are you doing?" His hands wanted to hold her, his arms wanted to wrap her up, but he squeezed the edge of the bed. Whatever game she was playing, he wasn't going to fall for it. She wouldn't make him a fool. Not more than she already had. "I told you. Sweet is good. Sweet can be better. I don't think you know that." Her hands were around his face, and it made his chest tight. He didn't understand that, either. Coming here had not eased his confusion; he was more confused now than ever. Maybe ever in his whole motherfucking life. "Fuck you." She smiled. "Maybe. But sweet.

Isaac had spent so much of the past year with his head down, focused on the filth around him, that he'd forgotten the beauty of his world.

His heart hurt, like it was being squeezed in an iron fist. He heard some kind of sound come out of his throat, and then he wrapped her up tight in his arms and tucked his head against her neck, letting the soft warmth of her skin soothe him.

I don't want to be fixed. Not by anybody but me. Just asking if you can see your way to hang around a spell while I do it.

I love you, Shannon. You brought me back. Filled me up when I was rotted hollow. I will love you until I die. Will you marry me?

You show me how much you don't know. He is more than a man. He is a monster.

Their love was not for sharing. Their world could have a little part of them, but the rest of them, the heart of them, the heat and fire of them, was for moments like this. Moments alone. Alone with her, he felt invincible.

I love you, Sport. I want to put my ring on you. I want to put my ink on you. I want to make a baby with you.

Live by the blade, die by the blade. It was their way. What

don't walk away from someone you love. Ever.

You make me feel like I mean something.

I get it, hon. I know you need to be strong enough to handle your own shit. I'm not saying you're not. I'm not trying to boss you around. I'm not trying to take your strength away from you. I'm trying to add mine to it. That's what love is, right? That's what family is.

I have a past. You jealous?"

"Nah. But I might have to do some sucking myself, make sure you appreciate me."

He set her back and untied Gertie. "That's no way to make a baby. So first, I'm gonna fuck you screaming right here in this barn. Later, you can suck whatever you want.

You ask me what I want. You. I want to be good for you. I got some things to work out before I'm any good for anybody.

Do one's best. Be true to one's truth. Love as fully as one can. Understand that anything else is chaos and try to navigate around it.

Right now, after all that. Being with a biker was not always what one might call an empowering experience for a woman.

Ah, Christ. Do you know how fucking good you feel on me? So damn tight and soft, holding me in. I love the way you smell, the way you taste. I love the sounds you make. Fuck, baby, I love you.

You're changing the rules. I can feel you changing the rules." "Baby, I'm an outlaw. Remember?

They were both riding too fast for reason but just fast enough for sanity.