chick-lit

.....You see, Blake, the thing is, I don__ give a sh*t what other people think.

......He was public enemy number one, and he was okay with that. It felt good to be himself.

I think you spend too much time believing what other people see, rather than what you think.

I__l be as loving as you will be, as stubborn as I know you are, as passionate as I__ thankful you are and as supportive and understanding as I__e known you to be. You are my best friend and I love you

I don't understand these rules. Writing rules. Eating rules. Studying rules. Loving rules. Everything in life seems to be governed by rules. Is that the only way to keep a person grounded? Does it really instil self-restraint or is it just a fear tactic that's used so that no one can fly to the highest realms of glory?

He could lose himself in the copper warmth of her eyes. Except, no, this wasn't losing himself. This was finding something precious.

I can see the stars in your eyes from a mile away. They guide me to you just like the North Star._ Then he bent his head and kissed her _ a long, sweet kiss under moonbeams that caressed them both lovingly.

Dance, cher?_ he asks, his blue eyes playful. I nod and he pulls me gently into his arms. He__ warm. We sway to the music and the gentle rocking of the boat. His hand rests on the small of my back, in that sweet spot that makes you feel feminine and protected and adored all at once.

Life has a whimsical way of kicking you in the throat. I find it tobe one huge cosmic joke at our expense, only nobody is laughingbut the forces that be__iven that they are even a wee bit human.

He looked like every glossy frat boy in every nerd movie ever made, like every popular town boy who__ ever looked right through her in high school, like every rotten rich kid who__ ever belonged where she hadn__.My mama warned me about guys like you.He turned to her as if he__ heard her and took off his sunglasses, and she went down the steps to meet him, wiping her sweaty palms on her dust-smeared khaki shorts. __i, I__ Sophie Dempsey,_ she said, flashing the Dempsey gotta-love-me grin as she held out her hot, grimy hand, and after a moment he took it.His hand was clean and cool and dry, and her heart pounded harder as she looked into his remote, gray eyes.__ello, Sophie Dempsey,_ her worst nightmare said. __elcome to Temptation.

I hoped Claire would have a girl. A nephew would be fun until he got his first erection and then he'd be like the rest of them.

Relationships are not additive, but multiplicative because you connect with his/her childhood experiences, past relationships, thoughts on money and more.

When you really let people see you, Amelia__ll of you, not just the snow-obsessed reporter__t__ impossible to look away.

Sometimes believing is a matter of deciding. Deciding who you__e going to trust and what you know about who you trust.

....They're called "better halves" for a reason, I guess. You can't have one half that's worse than you. It'd be a disaster.

Look at this, Grace," Peg's e-mail said. "He's entrancing those people. I just realized. Taking them out of themselves. Ty is sort of like a medicine man. A shaman. P.S. Have you called him?

I think you can fall in love many times, and it depends on what stage you are in your life. Your soulmate requirements or deal-breakers change with you.

I linger too long in his embrace; the night is so warm, the rocking of the boat so lulling, I have to stop myself from swaying to the music. Daniel smells really good__ masculine cocktail of saltwater, citrus, and probably just full-on testosterone.