Isn't It Bromantic Quotes

Our society has allowed men to get away with a lack of emotional intelligence by equating the expression of a full range of human emotion with femininity.

Men don’t do subtleties, honey. You have to hit them over the head with things, and even then, you have to give them an explanation why.

That is marriage. Security and stability with the occasional what the hell was I thinking?

There’s a big difference between letting someone go because you have faith that they’ll come back to you and letting someone go because deep down you’re convinced they won’t. One is an act of love, the other an act of fear.

It took me a long time to realize it wasn’t my job to convince him I was the prize worth fighting for.

Memories are unfair, you know? They don’t tell us until it’s too late that this one, this detail, is the thing you need to hang on to. Why do we remember the weird little stuff but not the big things?

From the proverb. A word is not a sparrow.” Vlad finished the old Soviet-area saying. “Once it flies out, you can’t catch it.

It’s one of the best parts of romance novels. The celebration of all those small, important moments of awareness, of noticing someone for the first time, of feeling alive when they’re near you.

We raise men in our society to treat sex like a contest, a race to be won, instead of the joyful expression of love that it can be. And that’s not to say that casual sex is wrong, or that a person’s reasons for wanting to have sex are ever a reason for judgment. Sex for pleasure’s sake is perfectly healthy and normal. But so is waiting. We tell women they’re sluts for not waiting long enough and men that they’re losers for waiting too long. It’s a twisted message that hurts everyone

Think about how much healthier all men in this world would be if we could be this open with one another all the time.

A word is not a sparrow.” Vlad finished the old Soviet-area saying. “Once it flies out, you can’t catch it.

Fear forces us to do stupid things, brother. Make bad decisions, often against our own best interests and against wh-what we really w-want in life.

I don’t even remember my first time. I remember the girl, but not the act itself. I was in a rush to shed my virginity, and that was all that mattered to me. I’m ashamed of it now. But you? You waited, man. You put yourself in cold fucking storage for years to wait for the woman you loved. You really are a romance hero.

I’ve never been so accepted, so valued. I realized there are a lot of men like me. Men who aren’t afraid to be vulnerable. And these books, they show you what it’s like to be truly respected. I didn’t just see how I wanted to be treated in a relationship. I saw how I wanted to treat myself. How I deserved to be treated. How I deserved to be loved.

Because you came to Michelle’s to offer your blessing even though it clearly broke your heart. Only a person who truly cares about a man would do something that selfless.

Mack grinned. “Ooh, look at that. Plot twist.

Mack swore and tugged at his hair. Malcolm pointed at Vlad, sputtering nonsense. Colton and Noah both stood at the same time and accidentally clunked their foreheads together. Del muttered, “I give up,” and started to leave.

The important thing is to just be honest with her about everything,” Mack said. “Tell her you’re nervous and why. Tell her you’re afraid she won’t orgasm. Tell her you’re concerned that you might have to experiment to find the right position. Tell her all of it. Intimacy is an act of communication. Hold nothing back.

She said, 'Claudia, I know you are so happy right now that it's hard to imagine things will ever be bad. But there will come a day when you'll be sitting across from him as he is eating his breakfast, and all you will think is why? And then you'll get over it, and things will go back to normal.' That is marriage. Security and stability with the occasional 'what the hell was I thinking?

Thus heaven’s gift to us is this . . .’ ” His chuckle came out a surprised puff of air before he finished the couplet. “ ‘That habit takes the place of bliss.’ 

It’s not perfect here either. The press is vilified on a daily basis. People walk around with T-shirts threatening to hang reporters. Journalists get spit on at political rallies. They are called fake news and enemies of the people.