Tammara Webber Quotes

I take it this is one of the ones crushing on you."
"What? They all crush on me. I'm a hot college girl, remember?" I laughed and his eyes burned into mine.
He leaned in close and whispered into my ear. "So hot. Now you've got me thinking what you looked like this morning, when i woke up with you in my arms, in my bed. Would it be too greedy to ask you to stay tonight, too?"
"I was afraid you weren't going to ask.

They say the brain can block painful memories, leaving gaps and voids in place of them, but it didn't work like that for me. I remembered everything.

He laughed, and the sound reduced the pain of every sore place on my body to the dullest ache.

I don't know why it's so hard for me to say those three words. Most guys throw it around like breath, like bait.

He'd better stay the hell away from you or I will whip out the lawnmower on his ass," she declared.

"That move's not for ass use," I joked

I have only one truth to stand on. "I. Love. Her.

His jaw clenched. "Okay, so I guess trying to let you down easy was a bad idea--"

"This is your idea of letting me down easy? Breaking up with me so you can screw other girls? Without feeling guilty? Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack."

The last thing I thought before I picked up my econ textbook and hurled it at him: How can he use such a piece-of-shit cliche in a moment like this?

I stare into his eyes, a slight smile pulling at my mouth, and I see myself as he sees me. I feel loved, and scared, and hopeful. I feel found. And I think, Here is the beginning of my faith. Here is my forever. Right here. Right here.

I thought about texting Lucas, but what would i say? That i'd tossed and turned all night, thinking of his hands on me?

Ooh, J, he's got ink too."
"Just when i didn't think he could get any hotter ...

One of the reasons AA works is that the individual makes the decision not to drink, one day at a time. One hour. One minute even. You can do that, right? One minute? ... There's one minute. You're stronger than you know, Mrs. Alexander.

He was in a slow-motion mood-one of my favorites, though it meant i'd be driven crazy before we were done.

When you tell me to be good, it makes me want to be good,' I say, hearing the undisguised desire in my voice. I run my fingers through the hair at her temples, taking her face between my palms, and she doesn't move. 'It also makes me want to be very, very bad.

Say stop, whenever you want to stop. Understand?"
I nodded.
"Do you want to stop now?"
My head moved back and forth to the pillow.
"Thank God.

If I met you last night, and brought you back to my place, or followed you to yours, and we had sex, that's what we asked for from each other. It's what I got, and what you got. I don't know you. You don't know me. Thanks for playing, and we're done. If by some fluke anything was said at some point during this entire exchange that made me curious enough to see you again, I would.
Has that happened before? A couple of times. Did it last? Clearly, no.

Alcohol removes inhibitions. It doesn't trigger criminal violence where there was none before.

Watching her made my heart ache, as if that organ had become linked to her emotional state, rather than targeting its primary task - keeping me alive.

This girl wasn't tapping her fingers restlessly, though. Her movements were methodical. Synchronized. Sitting far enough to the left of her to study her profile, I watched her chin bob, so subtly it was almost undetectable – and at some point, I realized that when her expression was remote and her fingers were moving, she was hearing music. She was playing music.
It was the most magical thing I'd ever seen anyone do.

There are a million ways to lose someone you love.

There's something uncontaminated about her, and I don't even mean sexually or whatever. I mean the way she is, at her core. Like when you wake up and the world has been blanketed by snow overnight, and not a single footstep or tire track has spoiled the untouched perfection of it.

I was so afraid of wanting too much that I couldn't trust her handing me a shot at getting it. I don't want to be that senselessly fearful ever again.

I want to see your tattoos."
"You do, huh?

Not stupid. Overly trusting, maybe, but that reflects on his lack of trustworthiness, not on your intelligence.

A word of advice, though. This won't be the last time you have to deal with something in life that throws you off your game. In future courses, as well as in the real world
such as it is
professors and employers won't always be accommodating. We all have to
what's my daughter's terminology
suck it up and deal?

I shook to my core, my soul curving around her protectively as my mind strove to determine the logical calculation that could make her mine. I wanted to be hers as much - more - than I wanted to possess her, when I knew damned well that neither was possible.

Lucas: I wanted to talk to you after class, but you disappeared.
Me: I have another class right after. One of those profs who stops talking, stares at you and waits until you get to your seat if you're late.
Lucas: I would probably just walk to my seat even slower. ;)

Rather than raising his voice like everyone else, he leaned close to my ear and asked, "Dance with me?" I felt his warm breath and inhale the scent of his aftershave -something basic and male.

I knew Chaz was a good guy, if misguided and gullible. He'd swallowed Buck's side of what happened between us, had argued with Erin that maybe I was drunk that night and didn't remember everything clearly. He was probably one of those boys to whom rapists were ugly men who jumped out of bushes, assaulting random girls. Rapists weren't your nice-guy coworker, or your frat brother, or your best friend. Maybe it never occurred to him that his best friend was capable of ripping a girl's self-confidence away in the span of five minutes.

I opened my mouth wide one time to see if the words I was thinking would fall out, but they wouldn't. If words don't want to come out, they don't. I don't understand when people say things and then they say, I didn't mean to say that. Words don't just fall out. You have to push them out. And sometimes, you can't push them out, even if you want to.

We remain silent because we've taken on a responsibility and/or shame that was never ours to carry. Forgive yourself for things that were not your fault. Bad decisions, mistaken trust, physical weakness, or too much fear to act do not make an assault on you or someone you care about your fault. Ever.

I'd always defined jealousy as coveting what someone else has.

But girls willing to share your bed don't equal girls willing to put up with your random crap moods, listen to your exhaustive legal opinions, or support your life's goals the way someone who loves you would.

Ah, crap. I forgot what my hands look like after drawing. You may have little gray marks...everywhere.

His hands reached for me, gripping my hipbones and pulling me forward. he stared down at me, his voice low. There are some things I will make time for, Jacqueline.

He's already chasing you. Now all you have to do is keep running. Just not too fast.

She's like a wind-up monkey that winds itself.

I was sure you 'd dropped the class, which made me selfishly ecstatic. Without even knowing i was doing it, i started looking for you on campus.

Despite the crushing weight of the expectations placed on her, from the theological to the self-inflicted, what I needed was the last, selfless thought in her sleepy head.

It isn't fair how I doubt him, and I wonder if he'll ever gather that my loss of faith extends further than I'd ever known it would, severing lines of trust and leveling my confidence like a city-flattening tornado.

As we lay in the semi-dark hours later, we faced each other, sharing his pillow. I'd never felt more connected to anyone.

Stay here tonight, Jacqueline. I need to keep you here, at least tonight. Please.

She shuddered. What is it with slobbery kissers? Are they trying to drown us in spit? I mean, Jesus, swallow every now and then.

LUCAS: I've done a couple from memory but they aren't the same. Can't quite get the shape of your jaw. The line of your neck. And your lips. I need to spend more time staring at them and less time tasting them.
ME: I can't say i agree with that notion.
LUCAS: More of both, then.

I'd basically described myself: a quiet, studious bookworm who would go to bed at a decent hour. A non-partier who wouldn't bring a parade of boys through our room, or make it the floor headquarters for beer pong.

We were encouraged to propose safetyprevention suggestions, and write them all down - locking doors, walking or exercising with a friend, wearing shoes that don't hinder running. Erin's suggestion of "Avoid assholes" was popular.

Let's go make Chaz wish he was never born."
"Oh, Erin. I'm so glad you 're on my side."
"Damn right, bitch.

I'm trying to protect you. From myself. I don't do ... " he swung a finger back and forth between us" ... this.

My mother always pouted that it was actually her paintings and not her charm, her beauty or her sass that made him fall in love with her.
He'd always insisted that it was definitely her sass.
I knew the truth. He fell for all those things, and when she died, it was like someone had extinguished the sun, and he had nothing left to orbit.

She scares the hell out of me and calms my soul at the same time. Maybe that's what love is - a total contradiction that somehow balances out.

Sorry, boyfriends everywhere - you're doomed to sit through an hour and forty-seven minutes of syrupy drivel. The payoff? Between my face, Tadd's abs and Quinton's biceps, your girl will be ready for takeoff as soon as the credits roll. You're welcome.

You said you have faith in us. You told me to come to you when I was ready to be fearless. The truth is, I don't know if I can be fearless. I've lost myself, Reid, and I'm still so scared.
But I'm ready to try. If you still want to, I'm ready.

That macho protective bullshit is just some asshat man pissing on his territory so the other dogs will stay away.

Lucas was fifteen minutes late to class on Friday, and we had a pop quiz first thing - which he missed. My first thought was how irresponsible it was to miss a quiz ... and then I remembered that I missed the midterm. I couldn't exactly point any fingers.

He took one of my hands in his, and I brought the other to his face, wondering how his eyes could look like chipped ice and still warm me to my core.

I've been known to slum it and shop in the gag-him-and-bag-him aisles, believe it or not.

I was holding the door for several girls in front of you, and I waited for you to catch up. When you reached me, you looked pleased, and a little surprised. Unlike the others, you didn't expect the door to be held for you by some random guy. You smiled up at me and said, 'Thank you.

Almost every time i saw you, you were with him. But one day, you walked up to the building alone. I was holding the door for several girls in front of you, and i waited for you to catch up. When you reached me, you look pleased, and a little surprised. Unlike the others, you didn't expect the door to be held for you by some random guy. You smiled up at me and said, 'Thank you.' That was the last straw. I prayed you 'd never come to a session, and not with him. I didn't want you to know i was the tutor.

New beginnings are often disguised as painful endings ~ Lao Tzu.

What do you say when the feelings don't fit into words?

I say I don't believe in love, but that's not really true - love is just the name of an emotion. It's like on steroids. It's lust with ethics.

Brooke?"
I puff out a sigh. "For chrissake, Reid, who do you think it is? And haven't you put me into your contacts yet?"
"Yeah ... It just says Satan, though, and I forgot I'd assigned that title to you.

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I want it to be better than okay. You deserve better than okay.

Whenever I appeared to have won an argument, Mom would say something like, 'Even broken clocks are right twice a day.

Or maybe I look in the mirror every day and am scared as shit that I'll see either of my parents looking back at me.

How could I not love you? No one has ever affected me like you do. When you told me goodbye last month, I tried to let you go. I told myself it was the best thing for you because you wanted it. But you're wrong, Dori. I'm good for you even if you don't know it yet. I know because I've never been good for anyone before.

Erin was right. Apologies could come too late.

Please touch me. I need you to touch me.

He stared down at me, and i examined his beautiful eyes up close, something i'd never tire of doing.

Keep looking at me," she said, laughing as though we were having an amusing conversation. "He's staring at you. And I mean staring. That boy is undressing you with his eyes. Can you feel it?" Her expression was triumphant.
Could I feel his stare? I can now, thanks, I thought.

I heard one muffled sniff and knew she was
crying. Damn Chaz. Damn Buck. Damn Lucas/Landon/whoever the hell he was.

People rarely said what they thought, or revealed how they felt. No one was honest.

I told him that bed-and-breakfasts have ginormous whirlpool tubs, and that I'd be willing to do unspeakably sinful things to him
in it."
A strangled sound came from one of the two nerdy guys behind us in line, both wearing tortured expressions and staring at Erin. We stifled
laughs.
Maggie sighed. "Poor Chaz. He never had a chance… he's gonna be standing in front of a bunch of people saying 'I do' someday without
knowing how it happened."
"Ugh! I don't think so. When it's time to settle down, I'm getting somebody like…" Erin looked over her shoulder at the eavesdroppers behind
us, "like one of them."
The boys looked at each other and stood up a little straighter. With a smirk in Erin's direction, one of them fist-bumped the other.

I noticed you the first week. Not just because of how pretty you are, though of course, that played into it. It was the way you lean onto your elbows when you 're listening in class, when something catches your interest. And when you laugh, it's never to get attention, it's just-laughter. The way you obssevively tuck your hair behind your ear on the left side, but let the right side fall down like a screen. And when you 're bored, you tap your foot soundlessly and move your fingers on the desktop like you 're playing an instrument. I wanted to sketch you.

Plenty of girls saw college as some sort of exploratory period.

That's what faith is, right?' he says. 'Believing in what can't be known? Fall into my arms, Dori. I'll catch you, every time, and I won't let go.

How did you know???
I'm Erin. I know all. ;)

Woman, if i was straight, i would steal you from him so hard.

So when do we get to the junk-kicking?

It looked like a love poem, and I was jealous of whoever inspired the sort of devotion he must have felt to make those words so permanent

I shrugged. "I guess that guys who'd never do something like that have a hard time believing some other guy would," I said, but I could see her point. Awareness and apologies were fine and good, but they could come too late.

But the scars are always there, waiting for something to poke them.

Why me?" I hear his answer in my head before he says it.
"Don't know, honey. But there's a reason for everything." Dad pats my hand. "We'll just have to wait patiently to see what it is."
As i do every time he says that or something like this, I bite back what I'd say if I could reply honestly. I don't believe there's a reason for everything, and having faith doesn't mean I'm blind. I believe people make poor choices. I believed bad things happen to good people. I believe there's evil in the world that I will never understand, but will never stop fighting. If I believe for two seconds that there was a reason behind some of the awful things that occur in this life, I wouldn't be able to stand it.

Did that hurt? On your lip?"
"Not too much. I said a few choice four-letter words, though.

Minus my relationship with Kennedy, I had no automatic invitation to Greek Parties or events, though Chaz and Erin could invite me to some stuff since I fell under the heading of acceptable things to bring to any party: alcohol and girls.
Awesome. I'd gone from independent girlfriend to party paraphernalia.

His blood? From his nose?"
I nodded, disgusted.
"Good girl." His arms slid around me again. "God, you 're so fucking amazing.

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Tonight I want to stand on the side of a cliff and look down, dare the wind to gust and knock me off. Everyone thinks that falling to your death is the worst thing that can happen. But that's a lie. The worst thing is to be alive for no reason.

There's not a boy on the planet worth this amount of angst. I know; I used to be one

His earlier hesitation gone, he removed the last scraps of fabric we were wearing, fixed the condom in place, kissed me fiercely and rocked into me.
Had this been Kennedy, it would have been over in a few minutes.
My last coherent thought, as Lucas took his time kissing and touching every part of me he could reach and my body arched into his, was Oh ... so this is what all the fuss is about.

Every man has an inner caveman. Unless he's a flaming queen, in which case he has an inner wild-eyed, jealous bitch - as in the case of an ex of mine. But I digress.

I didn't know much about Lucas beyond his striking good looks and his ability to beat the shit out of someone.

Love is not the absence of logic
but logic examined and recalculated
heated and curved to fit
inside the contours of the heart

I could never be afraid of you.

Smugly on the other side of Kelly, our pianist, who'd opted

It's my baby. I can't just let her give it away -

I'm not blaming you-or her. Neither of you asked for what he did-there's no such thing as asking for it. That's a fucking lie argued by psychopaths and dumbasses. Okay?

Growing up with my dad taught me to either lie like a pro or not bother.

Sisters in solidarity and all that shit.

The exception is I'm not going away. Don't ask me to do that ever again.

Wait."
"Stop?"
I bit my lip and nodded.
"Stop everything, or just go no further?"
"Just ... just no further."
"Done."
He gathered me into his arms and kissed me, one hand tangled in my hair and the other one caressing down my back, our hearts pulsing out a cadence that the musician in me translated into a concert of lust.

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Having pretty much burned every bridge he crossed, our friendship was like a malfunction of his usually deficient people skills.