Why is it when you yield, I feel like the one who has been conquered?
How am I doing so far?" she asked, forcing a cheerful lightness into her voice. "You're doing very well," Nick's lazy voice mocked. "I'm half convinced that I'm invisible.
How foolish to yearn to ask the very person who'd caused the pain to heal it
Love" and all the obsessive behaviors associated with it, was an absurd emotion.
It was a kingdom of dreams — a place where things would be just the way I wanted them to be.
A lie is an affront to the soul, as well as an insult to the intelligence of the person to whom one lies.