But when two people feel something, they ought to respect that enough to figure it out

Niall: We're tossed by the winds of fate. Once we end where they blow us, we make of ourselves that we will.

Sometimes I just want to gobble you whole, eat you alive. You're so gorgeous. You're so beautiful.

I write every day. Even if I'm not writing well, I write through it. I can fix a bad page. I can't fix a blank one.

He loves me." "You sound surprised." "Nobody ever did. Not like this. It's easy to say, for some people. The words. But it's not just words with Roarke. He sees inside me, and it doesn't matter.

You are who you are. I know you. You believe that? "Yea but--" "You're Eve Dallas. You're the love of my life. My heart and Soul. You're a cop, mind and bone. You're a woman of strength and resilience. Stubborn, hardheaded, occassionally mean as a badger, and more generous that you'll admit.

He gave her a quick, casual kiss on the cheek first. Then came the hug, and it was the hug that always made Laurel’s heart mush. Serious grip, cheek to the hair, eyes closed, just a little sway. Del’s hugs mattered, she thought, and made him impossible to resist.