12 Quotes by P. Dangelico

You are.”“I’m what?” he asks, his voice quiet. Cupping my face, he traces my bottom lip with the rough pad of his thumb.“Perfect for me.”My stomach clenches, my pride screaming in outrage that I’ve handed him the weapon of my destruction, that I may have authored my own demise with that admission.

So sweet, that smile. Swoon. I am one swoon from becoming a love zombie.

The memory of what I had and what I lost, the knowledge that I may never have it again, hits me like a freight train. That’s the thing with grief. It’s fickle and selfish. It doesn’t follow any rules, and shows up when you least expect it. One limb at a time, I slowly peel myself away, retreat to the bathroom, and shed my tears in private.

Why do I give you credit?” He answers my query with a quick nod. “Because I’ve learned the hard way to judge a man’s character by his actions, not his words.

I guess some people only get one chance at love.

There are moments in life where you don’t get a do-over, where the true nature of your character is revealed. You either step up to the plate or lose your chance forever. These moments shape a life. These moments earn you the right to say to yourself ’at least I got the important stuff right.

My brainwaves flat lined. You can’t blame me––that face is a goddamn murderer of gray matter.

I’m almost one hundred percent certain he dates women that peel the skin off their grapes and measure their protein intake with a thimble. Needles.

A therapist once told me that when I’m struggling with indecision to picture the best version of myself in my head. What would that kickass version say to the version of me who was struggling?