Accept that some days you’re the bug, and some days you’re going to be the windshield.

Tired of me already?" he asked with a smile in his voice. "No quite yet. You?" His eyes darkened, and he kissed her again. "Never." Her heart skipped a beat. "Never is a long time," she said. His voice was low, fierce. And very sure. "That's what I'm counting on.

Men are like a fine wine. They all start out like grapes, and it's our job to stomp on them and keep them in the dark until they mature into something you'd like to have dinner with.

Live as big as you can, with what you've got.

Half the people in Lucky Harbor were in love with him. The other half were men and didn't count. -Tara on Ford

Love is when someone puts you on a pedestal and yet when you fall, they're there to catch you anyway.' - Tara Daniels

Accept that some days you’re the bug, and some days you’re going to be the windshield.