No second chance?" A wry smile twisted Carrick's lips. "There might have been, had I not waited so long to take it.

I’ve never been the one. Not for anybody.” He closed the distance between them. “You’ll get used to it.” He tipped her face up to his, kissed her. “Why? Why am I the one?” “Because my life opened up, and it flooded with color when you walked back into it.

Half full, half empty, what the hell difference does it make? If there's something in the damn glass, drink it.

What’s the point of playing if winning isn’t the goal?

If you don't go after what you want, you'll never have it.

I don't like the idea of you shivering unless I cause it. Stay warm." ----Roarke, Naked In Death

Holding onto something that's gone only makes a sickness inside.