Sarah Quotes

I've spent twenty-eight years doing what everyone around me expected me to do...being what everyone around me has expected me to be. And it's horrid to be someone else's vision of yourself.

This new world was already turning her into a cabbagehead, and she'd only been a part of it for an evening

Do you think me horselike, my lord?" Realizing the threat to his personage, Blackmoor wiped the smile from his face and replied, "Not at all. I said I think you charming." "A fine start.

So, are you... intrigued ... by Stanhope?" "Intrigued by him?" "Indeed. Do you find him ..." he paused. "Intriguing?" she teased. He sent her an exasperated look.

She was all he wanted. He would give everything for her. Without thought. Without regret.

Sometimes, love was not enough.

Truth is irrelevant. What is relevant is whether or not they believe it." The logic in the words grated. "The first rule of scoundrels?

First, I thought we'd already established that I am not a gentleman. That ship sailed long ago. And second, you'd be surprised what gentlemen do...and what ladies enjoy." ~Lord Bourne

And as the bullet ripped through his flesh, Ralston was consumed by a single thought: I never told her that I loved her.

He was struck dumb at the words though he should not be surprised; his wife kept him in a perpetual state of speechlessness.

You plan to be a challenge, do you?" Juliana smiled angelically. "I agreed to remain, my lord. Not to remain silent.

So what's your second suggestion?" "Tread lightly." "That's it? That's the best advice you can give me?" "All right, tread very lightly.

I, for one, have no interest at all in having my heart stolen.

why couldn't someone , somewhere , want her for her ?

Love isn't one-sided and selfish.It is full and generous and life-altering in the best of ways.Love does not destroy, Gabriel.It creates.

My whole life . . . two and two has made four.”... “But now . . . it’s all gone wrong.” She shook her head. “It doesn’t make four anymore. It makes you.

She tilted her head, considering the sensation. "It is strange." He gave a hiss of laughter at the words. "It only gets stranger, darling. But we shall try for something more.

It was a terrifying feeling. And if it was love, he wanted none of it.

Kisses should not leave you satisfied.

I do not traditionally speak ill of women, but your governess is a cabbagehead

Un momento con una donna capricciosa vale undici anni di vita noiosa. A single moment with a fiery female is worth eleven years of a boring life.

..he wanted her. And at another time, as another man, he would have her. Without hesitation. As lover. . . as more.

How could she go on without him? And, at the same time, how could she go on knowing that every moment of their time together had meant so little to him

do not like this taste for adventure you have developed, sister.” “I am afraid I cannot guarantee I shall be rid of it anytime soon.

Benedick looked to the ceiling as though begging for divine patience. Or for the Lord to strike his sister down. Callie couldn’t quite discern which.

It didn’t matter the quality of the writing— Callie’s fantasies about her fictional heroes were entirely democratic.

And... as long as they need me, it's easier to forget that I am alone.

I practice loving-kindness meditation, which cultivates compassion and equanimity.

I feel able to comfort myself emotionally, and this keeps my heart open.

When I feel hurt, I fully experience my emotions (and don't make them anyone else's problem!). Then I question my thoughts, examining my belief system and meeting the reality of life.

Experience in itself wasn’t enough. The diary was my defense against waking up at the end of my life and realizing I’d missed it.

Look at me, dancing my little dance for a few moments against the background of eternity.

I see no reason not to write whatever comes to me.

If I'm not writing a thing, depression might be looming.

"Just leave me alone, I want to be alone," she said when Jack tried to open the car door. She hit the lock, and wound the window up. Since the roof was down, it was a fairly pointless exercise.

The marks on our lives are like music notes on the page--they sing a song.

The more we take, the less we become.

I've got to live my life the way I feel is right for me. Might not be right for you, but it's right for me.

And music has always been incredibly cathartic for me, whether it's writing my own stuff or singing other people's music; it's very freeing.

I don't follow any organized religion, but I do believe in the idea of god as a verb - being love and light. And that we are part of everything as everything is part of us.

When you wake up everyday Please don't throw your dreams away Hold them close to your heart 'Cause we are all a part of the ordinary miracle

Nature is a perfect example of the harmony between the beautiful and the brutal. You turn over a pretty rock and there are worms writhing underneath.

It's a very romantic sentiment, but to think that you would die if you didn't write, well, I would definitely choose to not write and live

It was overwhelmingly beautiful to see my music performed.

I try so hard to live in the moment - I don't think ahead very much.

I'm an eternal optimist with a small degree of cynicism.

The night is my companion, and solitude my guide.

You take me in, no questions asked. You strip away the ugliness that surrounds me. Are you an angel?

I like the idea that we build up these walls or rules or laws to maintain our reality, and when they fall away, you're left with a whole bunch of illusions.

I'm a great mummy. I've mapped out all the fun spots in every city.