Alex Morgan Quotes

Dream big, because dreams do happen.

Define normal, Clara?” I laughed when I tried to figure out the true definition. “Normal is a function on a washing machine, Alex.” I said seriously.

A region where the men love their women one beat shy of a heart attack. A corner of the world proving there are some things hotter in the South than the weather.

Next thing they knew, the door burst open, and there stood a group of the three meanest girls in school, who called themselves "The squad." The leader, Victoria, held up a disposable camera, snapping a quick picture, before the three burst into a fit of laughter.

It's a section of the country where charm oozes from the men as easily as their southern drawls, and the women are soaked in seduction.

It's a sanctuary where the darkest desires of the people are shared in the light of a Georgia moon; with a picture perfect town as a backdrop.

had sex

Morgan won her first Olympic medal, a gold, with the American team. The team beat Japan, 2–1, in a match watched by nearly 80,300 people—the largest soccer crowd in Olympic history.

Seeing a man so broken over losing his wife caused an ache in Quinn's own heart. Seeing it reminded him that while love hurt, it still had the power to heal and he wished that Avery would find some relief from his kids.

Chelsea fans may have been listening to the Beatles and the Stones, but at Highbury half-time entertainment was provided by the Metropolitan Police Band and their vocalist, Constable Alex Morgan. Morgan (whose rank never changed ...) ... sang highlights from light operettas.

hope you know how much he appreciates your care,” Alex told the Earps. “For I was sick, and you came to me,” Wyatt said. “Nah,” Morgan said. “It was selfishness.” Wyatt and Alex were both surprised, but Morgan just shrugged. “Doc doesn’t have any brothers,” he told Alex. “So we took him for our own.

41+17-7/69.

Hi, I’m Alex. What's your name?

Somewhere in the world, someone is training when you are not. When you face her on the field, she will win.

It was time to face the second hardest fact in her life; she had a dead mother, and a father who was actively killing himself, but not with the quick shot of a gun, but rather, with the slow tilt of the bottle.

As he slowed his speed, in reverence to his home, he noticed the long row of trees lining each side of the drive had started to bloom; adding to the beauty of the landscape. As long as he lived, taking the winding drive to the house would always warm his heart and feel like home.

So, I was thinkin’ of pickin’ up a job as a male stripper . It would be a way to meet women and earn money. Thoughts?” That should refocus his brother if no other way but him pausing to consider it. Quinn had undiagnosed ADHD, Chance was sure of it, and on occasion you had to refocus him. The same worked when Quinn went off on a tangent, you had to flash something bright to get him off the tangent, and in this case, the shiny was Chance becoming a stripper.

Quinn would have closed the bar down if needed. There was nothing in this world that was more important to him than his family. He would always come when any of them, even Avalon, who barely ever came home, needed him. He would stand up for them, whether they were right or wrong. He would pick them up if they fell and he would always be proud of them — no matter how small their accomplishments. He was, and always would be, their elder brother, father figure, friend, or whatever role they needed him to be.

I’d like to see you try to have my job. Around here I’m more connected than a Kennedy. As for our animals, there is no rapin’ involved, they are more than willing, just ask your “girlfriend.” She is probably gettin’ a little animal lovin’, and it’s probably better than you, which is why she isn’t answering your calls. Also, we aren’t hillbillies, we are rednecks. Don’t you have a map fucktard, no mountains in this part of the state, but you bring your ass down here, and I’ll do you a solid. I’ll introduce you to the fuckin’ bubba-brigade. Have a good night, and if Mhisery ever rolls off the animal she is on, I’ll tell her you called.

There wasn't an inch of Mhisery that Quinn didn't find gorgeous, from her brain, to her body to her tightly guarded heart.

Are you two finished beatin' the hell out of each other? Mason, you slept with his sister, you know he deserved to get that punch in. Bellemy, you got your hit in. Now, leave it alone. He obviously loves her if he was willin' to call me for help.” Clay lifted his mug again, taking another sip before he continued. “Next one of you to throw a punch is out of here and won't get to know what is goin' on. It's a courtesy that I even let either of you in here or tell you the details of the investigation. Don't take advantage of my kind nature.

Chance could share shit like that with his brother. Chance shared everything with his brother. To him, Quinn was some sort of superhero who occasionally got knee-walking drunk, told great stories, could crack a joke, and pissed him off from time to time.

She would just ride around until her mind cleared from the fog of coveting her past life; not just her life in New York, but her life before her mother died.

He smiled at her and gave a reassuring wink. He couldn't help himself. Chance figured old habits die hard, but the fact was when he grinned at her, or winked, he wasn't trying to get into her pants. He truly grinned with her. She made him smile. She could prove to be a good friend.

Beauty if you keep that up, I am goin' to embarrass myself like a schoolboy.

The porch held a wealth of memories for Quinn of times spent with his father; of more recent times when Quinn took the place of his dad to listen to his sisters, and more often than not, his brother. The area bled memories, and with a handful of lady-luck, it would hold a shit load more.

She had her emotional release, now it was time to suck it up and take care of business.

He wanted to hear Mhisery scream, he wanted to know she was forgetting everything that was going on except what was happening between the two of them. He wanted her to release the guilt she felt about her daddy and what she should or shouldn't be doing. He just wanted her to let it all go and just be with him in the moment.

If Mason had half a brain he would shut up, sit down, and not provoke Caleb any more than possible. But something told him Quinn didn't have half a brain and even less patience

Mrs. Roberts, you remember when Mr. Roberts was out of town and you had me over? The thing we did with the pie? Who would have thought I could eat a whole pie, but then again who would have thought you could hold an entire pie down, well, down there?

Mrs. Conners I will take you last ‘cause I know you like it kinky. You are into some rough stuff and that black lacy teddy really is set off by all those blue veins on your thighs.

There was nothing more intoxicating to Syra than Court, and his scent was the sweet chaser to the slow burn the rest of the man provided.

Underneath the longing and the fever of anticipation; there was a need. He needed her to do this to him, for him . It was a way he could reset all the tangled mess in his mind.

Once Chance put away the charm he had in abundance, she was surprised to find he was actually a decent guy. Maybe she could be friends with him.

She doesn't fall for my redneck-Romeo shit. You know her though, it's Alyssa Blair.

Maybe this time Quinn could bare his heart and soul to Mhisery, let her see all of him, and maybe, just maybe, if he were lucky enough, she would find the bright lights of New York would never match the stars of Georgia.

Your mama can't find anything she likes in these little one. I also think mommy may have to go to jail for murdering Auntie Binny and Auntie Rena. We might also have to add Uncle Cale to the list too if he keeps griping mommy's ass over legalities of moving her business. Auntie Syra is going to get maimed if she asks to wear black one more time, or asks if her hair can be green.

Chance worked lower to the steel bands of his abdomen and went lower still. His soap laden hand clasped his cock as his mind wandered to thoughts of Alyssa. She was the epitome of pain in the ass, but he liked that about her. She was sexy as hell with her attitude that screamed ten foot tall and bullet proof.

He wanted Mhisery to experience something with him she had never had before. Total completion. He was an arrogant bastard; he wanted to know he was the best she had ever had and even after the weekend past, she would crave him. He was willing to work with that until she needed him on an emotional level. He meant what he told her, he wasn't going to give up easily.

He had basically told Clay he wanted the job done and he wanted his woman safe — in a very veiled code. If it took throwing down a peace flag with the one man in Midnight, he could barely pass without glaring at, then he was willing to do it. There wasn't much he wouldn't do for Mhisery whether she knew it or not. The woman was buried in his heart and soul; he would tear out one or sell the other to make her happy.

Can I ask you why there was the imprint of an ass on great-grandma's table? I got up the other morning and come in here to have my coffee. I sat down and got ready to read the paper , when low and behold I was confronted with the imprint of an ass on the table.

Button, I am pretty sure more than one Mason has had carnal knowledge of their partner at that table and not just me. Grandma included.

Clay sat back in his chair and propped his feet on his desk as he took a sip from his coffee cup. If these two assholes wanted to kill each other, he didn't care as long as they didn't get blood on the floor, or move one piece of furniture.

Did you just say you were going to punch my brother or did I dream that too?

No matter what, baby, we are in this together from here on out.

Taking a seat on the bed, Serena pulled out a lingerie set and held it against her own chest, her brows shooting up as she looked at Corbin. “Does this even cover her nipples?

Clay’s brow’s furrowed as the yuppie, Yankee, tone filled his ear. Who the hell could be dating a yuppie in Midnight? Sure, one could end up with a Yankee; it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility, but a fucking yuppie?

Mhisery realized at that moment, her father was so far gone into alcoholism the bottle had become his lover —and Avery Bellemy was nothing if not faithful to his partner. He cherished the bottle above his family, above his business, above his good name, and well above his own health. Her father was now pouring all the love he had felt for their mother into a bottle.

Chance looked over at Quinn as he explained the rules... again. Chance knew all of those things, hell, he had lived by them since he bedded his first woman. In the fact, he even added a rule of his own. He never, under any circumstances, went back for seconds with the women he slept with. He was infamous for pissing off women when they said something about him calling them, or seeing them again. Rather than pulling a dodging act most men learned at method which gained him adoration from other men and venom from women. No matter how progressive a woman claimed to be, the moment she realized she had just been fucked like she had never been fucked before or would ever be fucked again; they wanted to hang on. Chance had termed it the law of dickmitizing.

Mhisery couldn't help but laugh, Quinn was infectious . When he grinned, her world lit up.

That was Clay's olive branch to Quinn, and if the sumbitch weren't as stubborn as a mule, he'd take it.

I thought you two used to be pretty good friends back in high school?” Clay lifted his mug again, his facial expression was not giving any indication of the amusement he felt. He thought someone needed to knock the hell out of Quinn Mason for a long time, and looked like Caleb was the one to do it. Quinn deserved it from Caleb, if for nothing more than the fact he had stuck his dick in the guy's sister. That was always a cause for an ass whooping between friends.

Baby, take me home. Take me to our home. Please.

. Oh, my future brother-in-law called me today to find out if any of my friends from New York might be interested in making a bad decision for the night. Since when did I become a pimp to get Chance laid? I thought he was bringing that lovely flower lady.

Now...get naked.” Quinn grinned and pulled Mhisery to her feet. Mhisery rolled her eyes as he pulled her to her feet. “Who says romance is dead. Not even married yet, and all I get is, get naked.

Take his truck back to the house. You leave one mark on it, you fuck with it in any way, and I know where you live. I will beat you so bad your grandbabies will feel it. Understand?

You are a kitten. The name stays. You are the compact version of a wildcat, so it fits. Kitten.

Chance didn't have a fight lined up for a few weeks; which meant he had nothing to do —it was never good when Chance was left to his own devices. He didn't like alone. Alone reminded him of when his parents died, and he felt like he was abandoned by the people who were supposed to love him most. When he felt abandoned he sought out a connection which, usually, involved his dick. The time he was with a woman meant, at least for a little while, he wasn't alone.

Alyssa's mouth went dry at the sight of Chance as he opened the door. His chest was bare, with faint droplets of water covering the tattooed bundle of hotness known as her friend.

Quinn held Mhisery tight to his chest, offering his strength to her when he could see she was closer to breaking than she ever had in his company.

She took a long breath in at the end of her sentence, feeling her voice break and knowing she was at the end of her emotional rope. She didn't want to run off the rails, and plow into Caleb.

He was doing what he had always promised her he would do, he was taking care of her . He was taking it all away so she didn't have to think about anything but him. A lone tear fell from her eye and slid down her cheek as her heart swelled with love for the man who was fucking her senseless so she could have some sort of peace in the world, if only for a short time.

So, fiancé is it, now? I guess it was easier to say than to say she is the woman who took off on a brisk jog a thousand miles away from you shortly after the question was popped. Or sayin' you're the asshole her brother wants to kill for stickin' your dick in his sister after you were friends in high school.

Now, quit lookin' at my ass Ms. Bellemy and do some work. It's good for the soul , or some bullshit, I hear.

Always work hard, never give up, and fight until the end because it's never really over until the whistle blows.

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doesn’t help that Charlotte’s younger than you are, and she’s a damn pretty girl,” Alex said sensibly. “Yes, she is.” Sasha sighed. It was too late to catch a flight that night, but she switched their flight to an earlier one the next morning, and they left the hotel at eight o’clock, and were back in New York at one. She wanted to kiss the ground. “Well, that’s over with,” she said, as they got into a cab at the airport. “We don’t have to see them again till the wedding. Are you ready to back out yet?” she asked him, and he laughed. “Of course not. Just don’t ever leave me alone with your mother. She scares me to death.” “Don’t worry, I won’t. I promise. Don’t leave me alone with her either.” He agreed. They went back to the apartment to drop off their things, and everyone was out, even Morgan, who had hardly left the house recently. Sasha hoped it was a good sign. —

together.

But once the Griffons had started gelling, nobody had wanted to put up with her bad behavior anymore.

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Slowly he raised his gaze to meet hers. "you mean...." "I mean i love you too Alex." Maggie sighed.

Syra had to bite back a laugh at the bird's nest comment and opted for a more characteristic gesture that summed up her thoughts on his opinion of her hair with one finger.

Mhisery found comfort in the fact Quinn saw her as a woman. He saw past the tattoos, the piercings, and the attitude. She had built walls around her heart since her mother’s death; fearing if she let anyone in she would lose herself. If she let anyone in they would see her dysfunctional family, and would look down on her for it. She didn’t want anyone to see the man her father had become. She wanted them to remember him as he was before her mother died, and he lost his mind — along with the will to live.

This place looks better than it did when Mr. Hendley had it. It used to have a weird smell.” Quinn took an even breath and looked at Mhisery, “Now, all I can smell is you and I can tell you baby girl, Mr. Hendley never had me wanting to kiss every inch of his flesh to seek out just what the fragrance was.

Mhisery took a deep breath, gave a small smirk along with a wink and said, “What are you waiting for? The South to rise again, fuck me!

Hello ladies. If you form a line after I get my belly full, I will make sure you all get a dose of Chance. I'll knock those wrinkles right out. Mrs. Sellers, I will make sure to do that thing you like so much and always ask me for, since the hip replacement you can really get that leg up around your ears.

Boy, as far as you’re concerned, my word is law, and you’re just a bitch without a number. Now, you keep on with this conversation, and I’ll have to hurt your sensitive little feelin’s. Fuckin’ yuppie.

I’ll have your fucking job for this, you animal-raping, backwoods, hillbilly.

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I can see your mind running. Wondering how you should handle this. So, let me clarify. There’s only one way. My way. If you think you can disappear, I’ll remind you who I am. I’m Prince Talan de Morgan, the Dream Stalker, the man who tortures people for fun. I can find any soul in Brocéliande when they close their eyes. And unless you intend to remain eternally awake, I will always find you. Don’t make me chase you, Nia. You won’t enjoy what I’ll do when I find you.

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Her heart broke, sobs escaping her throat as her body shook. She stayed like that for half an hour, crying until the tears would no longer flow.

Where's the roof, if it's so magical?" Mia raised an eyebrow. "If there was a roof, you wouldn't be able to see the stars, and those belong in a magical fort.

guys love that! They need to feel wanted, like they're doing something right. They are sort of like a dog; always looking for ways to please their owners, and when they do something good, we reward them with treats.

Mia is suspected to have a form of schizophrenia. Poor soul inherited it from her mother.

Don't you see? I deserve everything I got. I killed my baby, I killed my mother, hell, I even killed you at one point. This..." She pointed around the room. "...this is what I get...

And, you didn't kill your mother, quite the opposite, sweetheart. You showed her more compassion than she ever deserved.

You made the decision the rest of your family wasn't able to make. You decided to end her pain. Anne’s existence would have been pure torture if you would have kept her on life support. You showed her mercy, Mia, and I know she’s grateful for that.

Anne always gave me stuff growing up, granted most of it was stolen." A slight smile formed on her lips. "Maybe that was her way of trying. Possessions always seemed to equal love in her relationships." Mia recalled one time when her father failed to get Anne an expensive enough Valentine's present. In her eyes that meant he didn't love her, so she ran off to sleep with another man that night, dragging Mia in tow through the dark street. She was woken after the deed was done, and they made the two mile walk back home in the freezing cold. Once there, she was then made to apologize to her father for their leaving.

How did you get so wise?"  She faced him, tracing his lips with her finger. "Because of you.

I will never be able to repay you." "Allowing me to love you is payment enough.

Her knight was back in the midst of her mess as history was repeating itself.

However, there was someone who did, someone who always had, someone who would make sure she got out of this mess, and break the cycle of abuse—her knight.

Gage is a piece of shit.

It made complete sense to her six-year-old mind, and the ruins truly looked towering from a child’s point of view. She couldn't understand why her parents would want to keep her away from such a place of awe.

Grandma was tired, not the kind of tired you would get when you stayed up too late or worked overtime, no, the type of tired that weighed down your soul, yet this was the worst possible response you could give a child who already felt like a burden.

The kindest thing you could do for this child would be to abort it.

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Not only are they long-lasting injuries, but there are long-term effects of playing on turf,” Alex Morgan once explained. “The achiness, taking longer to recover than on natural grass, the tendons and ligaments are, for me at least, I feel more sore after turf. It takes longer to recover from a turf field than natural grass.” For this reason, some players with leverage have refused to play on artificial turf. When superstars Thierry Henry and Didier Drogba joined MLS clubs after careers in Europe, where artificial turf is rare, they refused to play at venues without natural grass. Grass also offers a better quality of ball movement and natural bounces, while artificial turf can negatively affect the flow of the game. In other words, soccer is meant to be played on grass, and that’s especially true during a World Cup, the most important tournament in the sport. When Canada’s bid, which included artificial turf fields, was selected by FIFA for the 2015 World Cup, the decision flew under the radar at first.