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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d3270f8 | Audrey Niffenegger | |||
| 0d4d264 | there is a noticeable strain. It is as though somewhere, in one of the more remote rooms of the house, a cease-fire has been signed, and now all the parties are endeavoring to honor it, at least until tomorrow, at least until a new consignment of ammunition comes in. We are all acting, pretending to be relaxed, impersonating the ideal mother, father, sisters, brother, boyfriend, fiancee. And so it is a relief when Clare looks at her watch, .. | Audrey Niffenegger | ||
| 91d817e | I loved you, I made you, and I made this for you - long after I am gone, and Henry is gone, and even Alba is gone. It will say, we made you, and here you are, here and now. | Audrey Niffenegger | ||
| 491c703 | We can ill afford to wait until we have worked through all our memories & feelings about incest before learning to rest & play. While it may seem to be a natural impulse to get to the bottom of things & purge ourselves fully, we need to regularly examine the full picture of our lives for balance along the way...Learning to rest & play is an essential part of our healing. | child-sexual-abuse-survivors healing healing-abuse healing-insights healing-the-emotional-self incest recovery-from-abuse survivors | Maureen Brady | |
| 5ff9694 | Though our childhood abuse left us feeling someone ought to make reparation to us, if we wait a lifetime for that, we may never receive what we need. We choose instead to face the idea that from now on, we are going to take responsibility for caring for ourselves. | ask-for-forgiveness healing healing-insights no-apologies recovery-from-abuse reparation survivors | Maureen Brady | |
| d7bba5c | It is a childish notion that once established, our boundaries will never be transgressed again...We shall have to stand for ourselves repeatedly for the rest of our lives. As we practice doing this, we come to greater ease...Eventually it may float over entirely into the positive realm--becoming only another chance to demonstrated our worthiness. | boundaries boundaries-quotes boundary-violations healing healing-abuse healing-insights recovery-from-abuse survivors | Maureen Brady | |
| 68aa796 | I am a whole person and have the potential to bring together all the different aspects of myself. | integrataion psyche sexual-abuse-healing sexual-abuse-survivor splitting-off whole-person | Maureen Brady | |
| 222e4e2 | I am filled with truth at my center where I once held shame. | core-truth healing healing-shame healing-the-past sexual-abuse-healing soul soul-searching truth | Maureen Brady | |
| 26b4635 | I sometimes continue to see myself in split ways; it causes me trouble and contributes to a lack of satisfaction with myself. | dissociation healing-from-abuse integration psyche sexual-abuse-survivor splitting-off wholeness | Maureen Brady | |
| 6f9e074 | I choose to let positive attitudes lighten my being today. | incest-healing inner-child-healing new-perception painful-past positve-attitude self-love soul-journey | Maureen Brady | |
| 40c71fd | I am empowered by self-knowledge, by ownership of my experiences, and by all aspects of myself. | expressive-arts healing-childhood-sexual-abuse healing-journey journalling positive-thinking soul-journey | Maureen Brady | |
| 0ce5d03 | It is not my wish to stay home so much that I become isolated, but to use the comforting influence of my home to restore and gather myself after each step I take in my expanding ability to participate in the world. | home home-as-sanctuary home-sweet-home personal-safety safe safety | Maureen Brady | |
| 07506f2 | Did you tell him you love him? My mom says men have trouble with that sometimes because they're emotionally immature. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 05bc08e | News flash, horses poop about fifty pounds of manure a day. That's per horse. Of course cows poop about three times that, so we have it easy by comparison. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 1991ed5 | Six months of therapy three years ago had left her more confused than ever. | Susan Mallery | ||
| f0c9dd9 | Needing something or someone meant being vulnerable. It meant the risk of not getting. The pain of not asking was a lot easier to stand than the pain of being refused or rejected. | Susan Mallery | ||
| ec6a835 | She'd often thought that was what a good marriage would mean. Sometimes she would take on all the burdens, and sometimes her husband would. Most of the time they would share them. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 557e035 | air fryer | Susan Mallery | ||
| 48fefc4 | Forgiveness is a gift given by those with a full heart. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 02d1bf8 | Phoebe Kitzke?" The man had stopped in front of her. He had a deep, beautiful voice that made her thigh muscles quiver. This close she could see the multiple shades of deep blue that made up his eyes. He didn't smile. On the whole she would say he looked about as far from happy as it was possible to be while still breathing. "I'm Phoebe," she said, afraid she sounded as tentative as she felt. Why hadn't Maya warned her? Saying Zane was good.. | Susan Mallery | ||
| a0a132d | He towered over her as much while seated as he had while standing. Phoebe fastened her seat belt, then gave him a quick glance. Her heart did a one and a half somersault with a half twist at the sight of his profile. He looked good enough to be on a coin. | Susan Mallery | ||
| ba1811e | As Zane drove toward the exit, Phoebe searched frantically for a topic of conversation. Nothing brilliant came to mind. She nibbled on her lower lip as she considered risking the truth. When nothing better occurred to her, she decided to dive right into the cowboy-infested water. "So this is really strange, huh?" Zane glanced at her but didn't speak. She cleared her throat. "Me being here. I mean you don't know me from a rock, and I'm going.. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 0d16227 | He must be really smart. That must make you proud. I certainly couldn't design a website and entice people to sign up for a cattle-drive vacation." Zane's ever-so-perfect mouth tightened. "He lied, stole and committed fraud. Pride doesn't much enter into it for me." Phoebe hunched down in her seat. "If you're going to put it like that," she mumbled and turned her attention to the scenery." | Susan Mallery | ||
| 7bab14e | So are there lots of cows?" she asked before she could stop herself. "On the ranch, I mean." Zane didn't spare her a glance. "Some." "Like twenty?" He glanced at her then, before turning his attention back to the road. "We run several thousand head of steers. Those are the ones that end up on your barbecue. I have another few hundred head of cows for breeding purposes." "No bulls?" she asked, unable to keep from grinning. He sighed the sigh.. | Susan Mallery | ||
| f8947a6 | You do realize that bunny butt is just a polite way of saying rabbit ass. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 5645654 | We run several thousand head of steers. Those are the ones that end up on your barbecue. I have another few hundred head of cows for breeding purposes." "No bulls?" she asked, unable to keep from grinning. He sighed the sigh of the long suffering. "A dozen or so." | Susan Mallery | ||
| e9804b1 | So steers are boy cows?" "That's right." "What makes you decide who gets to have a really good life and who gets to be a burger?" "Various factors. I've been working on genetically improving the herd." "So a new bull with favorable characteristics would get to stay a bull." He nodded. "Sounds interesting," she said, because it really was. Who knew that ranchers worried about genetics? "You're probably not going for things like eye color," s.. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 2b0ec23 | We'll meet back here in fifteen minutes," he said before turning toward the shop. "Aren't you going to lock the truck?" "Not necessary." The door swung shut behind him, and Phoebe was left standing on the sidewalk, wondering whether she'd heard him right. No need to lock the truck, even with her suitcases in the backseat and his window rolled down? She'd heard about places like that but had always assumed the people who lived there were fic.. | Susan Mallery | ||
| c53b1ff | Before she could study the damage, Zane grabbed her by her arm and pulled her to her feet. He took her hand in his and examined the injury. Several things occurred to her at once. First--that they'd never stood this close together before. He was so big, tall and broad that he made her feel positively delicate by comparison. Second--for a man who had spent his morning on a horse, he smelled really good. All clean and woodsy. Third--the insta.. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 6491399 | If you're so fired up about playing host," Zane said, his expression both fierce and closed. "I'll let you take care of her luggage and show her to her room." He put his hat on his head, nodded once at Phoebe and stalked away. She stared after him for a second. He looked as good from the back as he had from the front. Her hormones yelled out catcalls of appreciation which--fortunately--only she could hear. But however impressed she might be.. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 4db12ee | If you're so fired up about playing host," Zane said, his expression both fierce and closed. "I'll let you take care of her luggage and show her to her room." He put his hat on his head, nodded once at Phoebe and stalked away. She stared after him for a second. He looked as good from the back as he had from the front. Her hormones yelled out catcalls of appreciation which--fortunately--only she could hear. But however impressed she might be.. | Susan Mallery | ||
| a625ce3 | Yup--nothing like asking about bull sperm to shut down a conversational exchange. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 24304cf | Whatever emotional distance she might have been able to maintain was lost the second Zane lightly squeezed her hand and smiled. She'd never seen him smile before. If she'd been able to breathe, he would have taken her breath away. "I think you'll live," he said. "Just stay away from the goats." "Okay." The single word was the best she could do under the circumstances. Zane continued to look at her. Even better, he kept her hand in his, his .. | Susan Mallery | ||
| a9fb73d | Zane knew that he and Phoebe were no longer talking about the same thing. At least not when it came to hunger. She would be thinking fish and chips, and he was thinking more along the lines of naked. He wanted to tell himself it was simply because he was a man and she was a woman, but he knew it was more than that. As he'd admitted, he liked her. She was cute and funny. When she looked at him with her big brown eyes, he wanted to grab Tango.. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 9694240 | Zane continued to look at her. Even better, he kept her hand in his, his thumb rubbing up and down the length of her fingers. Over and over. Up and down. It was very rhythmic. And sexual. Her thighs took on a life of their own, getting all hot and shaking slightly. Her mouth went dry, her breasts were jealous of the attention her hand was getting and her hormones were singing the "Hallelujah Chorus." Obviously she needed intensive therapy.... | Susan Mallery | ||
| 54a6695 | Zane was waiting for her at the base of the stairs. She stopped on the last step so that when he turned toward her, they were eye to eye. "I'm sorry I didn't bring anything dressier," she said. She'd changed into white jeans and a pale, dusty purple top with an embellished scoop neckline. His gaze traveled to her feet and back to her face. She thought maybe she read masculine appreciation in his raised brows. "You're fine," he said. So much.. | Susan Mallery | ||
| fa7fc41 | Somehow he released her hand and pulled his free. He wrapped his arms around her and hauled her against him so her entire body pressed against his. The man was a rock. Big, unyielding and warmed by the sun. She wanted to snuggle even closer. She wanted to rip off her clothes and give the goats something to talk about. She wanted-- He licked her lower lip. The unexpected moist heat made her gasp as fire raced through her. Every singed nerve .. | Susan Mallery | ||
| c52fff4 | She suddenly became aware of being pressed up against a really good-looking stranger, kissing in front of a goat pen. Apparently Zane got a similar wake-up call, because he stepped back at the same second she did. At least the man was breathing hard. She would hate to think she was the only one who had been affected. "Okay, then," she said when she realized that all feelings to the contrary, she still could breathe. Zane continued to stare .. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 1fbe450 | His mouth seemed designed for kissing. Maybe it was all that non-conversation. Maybe talking too much undermined a man's ability to kiss. | Susan Mallery | ||
| f63f471 | Arrange for supplies to be delivered every day. You'll have to write up a schedule for the men. Have Cookie plan a menu this afternoon." Frank's eyes widened. He looked as if someone had just run over his favorite dog. "Boss, you're not taking Cookie with you." It was more of a plea than a question. "No one else can cook for shit. What am I supposed to feed them?" "But without Cookie, one of the boys will have to cook for those of us left b.. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 4eb7b42 | If he'd tossed her to the ground and started ripping off her clothes, instead of being outraged, she would have helped. She would have done it right there, in front of God and the goats. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 9c27c89 | She told herself the quivering sensation she felt inside was because she was hungry and had nothing to do with the man sitting across from her. Then she felt bad for lying, if only to herself. She took the offered menu but didn't open it. When they were alone, she glanced at Zane. "Do you not like me or is this just your style?" Zane's gaze was steady. Almost laser-like. She wanted to squirm but didn't. Nor did she look away. "I like you fi.. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 1dc4b59 | Yet there was something about Phoebe Kitzke. An innocence, maybe. No, that wasn't right. It was how she seemed trusting. More fool her. Or maybe him. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 1c2eb1e | She didn't know the going price of cattle on the hoof, or the per acre value of land in this part of the country, but from what she could tell, no Nicholson was ever going to die poor. | Susan Mallery |