He was a jerk; he didn’t deserve to be the object of my lust. But he’d smelled so fucking good, like spice and musk and man. We don’t have control over what we fantasize about. The fact that he was mean and unattainable made him that much more likely to be an object of my forbidden thoughts. Just like I learned in psychology class back in college, thought suppression often leads to obsession. If you tell yourself not to think about something, then you’ll think about it even more.

This was a different kind of a kiss, not one that leads to something, but a hard, painful one.It was a goodbye kiss.

If the thought of losing someone doesn't scare the shit out of you, then it's not love

One small decision can shape an entire life. Sometimes, if you're lucky, the biggest hardship can lead to your greatest blessing. It just takes time to see that God works in mysterious ways.

¿No te das cuenta? Estoy loca y putamente enamorado de ti. Te amo más que a nada en este mundo. Cuando te miro a los ojos, no sólo te veo a ti, veo a mis hijos. Caray, veo una granja entera de niños y a cabras sordas, mudas y ciegas. Veo todo mi futuro. Sin ti, no veo nada. Nada.