Jenny Trout

Strength isn't about bearing a cross of grief or shame. Strength comes from choosing your own path, and living with the consequences.

Just because the book has sex in it doesn__ mean women are only reading it for the sexy bits.

Really, it's amazing. You are his other half, Alexandria, You are fated to be with him. You belong to

I'd never been a good damsel in distress. I was a "hands-on" damsel.

I am sorry the only outlet for her troubled mind was in clumsy foreplay with an inadequate partner."He threw the rest of her sandwich at the swinging door as she passed through it.

Can I have a glass of water?" Her voice was hoarse, probably from screaming. She'd always sounded like that after they'd-He didn't just force the thought aside. He clubbed it unconscious, threw it into a crawl space and walled it up alive.

I couldn't take much more of this. Being the object two men competed for wasn't as glamorous as it sounded in the movies. The two men who both wanted one hundred percent of my time weren't dashing, international playboys. They were undead and surprisingly immature, considering the youngest was just over a hundred years old.

One minute she acts like she wants to be with me and I'm the one rejecting her. The next, she's got this barbed wire fence and barking dogs around her, like I can't even ask her the simplest questions.""And here I was assuming you didn't care about her."Stabbing his fingers through his hair, he groaned, "I don't!""And you make it perfectly clear." Men. Idiots.

I have to go. I have a finite amount of life left and I don't want to spend it arguing with you.

Success and talent aren__ even in the same neighborhood.

It was the damnedest thing, life. Once you decide exactly how things are going to go, something or someone comes along and messes it all up.

No one's place in this world is guaranteed. Not everyone is going to get a happy ending. But life isn't about how it ends. It's about the moments between. It's about the small things. The way our loved ones laugh. The sight of a butterfly in the sunlight after a year or two in the darkness. The love and support of an old friend. They might not be with us in body, but they are with us in spirit. The feeling of something we'd thought lost to us forever returned in a single, life-changing moment. Yes, that is simple, even though it might be momentous to us as individuals. Because every day, on this planet, people are born and people die and stranger things happen. But I know my place now, and my purpose. And no matter what trial you have to endure to find that out...It's worth it.

Well, I always did want to go out in a Braveheart kind of way. I'll just have to think of something cool to yell before they cut my head off.

I love writing, but I would be able to love it more if that love wasn__ motivated by fear of homelessness.

Let the meek have the kingdom of heaven. The strong shall rule on earth.