You're only responsible for yourself, Jess. And that's the only person you can control. Other people will either get it or they won't but you can't define yourself by their opinions.
When did you get all insightful?" he asked. "I have no idea," Josh admitted. "I don't like it." "Me, either. Makes me feel like a girl. Don't tell anyone." (Ethan and Josh)"
It's about risking everything. Putting your heart on the line, even when you don't know what's going to happen. It's risking having the person you love rip it out and stomp all over it in public.
Welcome to the real world Kerri. Shit happens. You don't get to stop it by being a nun or telling the truth or turning counter clockwise three times while facing the sun and clucking like a chicken. It's a crapshoot and sometimes you lose.
I'm a librarian in town,' she began. 'You sure about that?' The words popped out before he could stop them. Annabelle raised her eyebrows. 'Fairly. It's my job and so far no one has told me to go away when I show up for work.' he thought, 'I was expecting someone wearing glasses. You know. Because librarians read a lot.' The raised eyebrows turned into a frown. 'You need to get out of the barn more.
Where's Lori?" he asked when he saw the nurse wasn't there. "She's not avoiding me, is she?" His grandmother slipped off her glasses, put down her book and stared at him. "Amazingly enough, the whole world doesn't revolve around you, Reid. Lori's sister is sick and Lori took her to the doctor. She'll be back in an hour or so. Can you survive on your own until then, or should I call 9-1-1 for emergency assistance?"
He moved toward her and cupped her face in his hands. "You are so beautiful that sometimes it hurts just to look at you. Your eyes are a thousand shades of brown and gold with hints of blue and green." He touched her cheekbones with thumbs. "Your freckles are like the girl-next-door fantasy brought to life. Your mouth is sexy and soft and when you smile, the world seems like a better place. Swear you'll never change anything. Swear it."
Pepper spray," he said, lightly touching her back. "Give it a second." "Pepper spray?" "You were a casualty of your own rescue." He pointed and she turned to look at the scene behind her. Over a dozen old ladies were beating the man with their purses and dousing him with pepper spray. Several police officers hovered nearby, as if they couldn't get close enough to help the guy. They didn't look like they were trying very hard. "What kind of ..
How lovely." The old lady sighed. "An office romance. I always wanted an office romance. Of course I never really had a job, which made the situation more challenging. Oh, I worked on an assembly line during World War II, but there weren't very many men around and as my husband was off serving his country, an office romance would have been unpatriotic, don't you think?--Mrs. Ford"
you're Shane, right?' He inched away from her and managed a quick nod as he twisted the rag he held in his fingers. 'Heidi sad you were willing to teach me how to ride.' Her expression shifted from entertained to confused, as if she was wondering why no one had mentioned he was a can or two shy of a six-pack. 'A horse,' he clarified, then wanted to kick himself. What else but a horse? Did he think she was here to learn to ride his mother'..
You don't look like the librarians I remember," he told her. "We've changed. There was a whole press release issued about it, but we didn't get much media coverage."
I don"t hate men," she said, giving him a quick glance before returning her attention to keeping her horse in line. "I think you"re a bit overrated, butthat"s not hating . Men have ruled women and the world by virtue of their gender for several hundred years." "Cream always rises to the top," he replied. "This isn"t about cream. It"s about ruling through physical and mental intimidation. We all have strengths and weaknesses. The difference ..
Why would men want to do without women? We adore women." "Because they serve you," she grumbled. "No.Because they complement us. And I mean complement with an e,not an i. Women are our other halves. Men need women."