Lucy Score Quotes

There’s a difference between taking care of someone because you love them and taking care of someone because you want them to love you,

You’re the one who has to live your life. Don’t apologize to other people for the decisions you make for yourself.

At some point, you have got to stop worrying so much about what everyone else needs and start thinking about what you need.

When you trust someone to see you for who you really are, the betrayal is a thousand times worse than if you hadn’t handed them the weapons in the first place,

You get to decide how you show up in this world. No one else gets to dictate to you who you are,

Being vulnerable doesn’t mean you’re weak. It means you trust yourself to be strong enough to handle the hurt. It’s actually the purest form of strength.

You know what they say about fine. Fucked up. Insecure. Neurotic. And emotional,

This book is about the bravery it takes for us to love someone when we all know how every love story ends.

Sooner or later, you have to accept that you’re not responsible for other people’s choices. Worse, sometimes you can’t fix what’s wrong with them.

There are some things we never get over. Some things we hide from the light,

You make broken things whole again. Me. You made me whole. And every time you smile at me, I feel like I hit the lottery again.

You want someone you can trust with your nightmares. Not just your dreams.

Mistakes were meant to be learned from, overcome. They weren’t meant to destroy.

However, unpopular opinion here. You’re not responsible for how you were brought up, but you are responsible for your actions and reactions once you’re an adult.

You remembered,” she said softly. “I remember every second of us.

I’d lost myself while trying to convince someone else that I was what he wanted. I’d forgotten who I was because I’d let someone else take over the definition.

If I could have chosen a son in this lifetime, it would have been you. Take care of my girls.

We both just wanted someone to love us enough to make up for all the times we hadn’t been enough.

Whenever you’re close, everything is better. The closer you are, the easier I breathe … You take away the dark, the cold. And you remind me what it’s like to want to be here.

You’re telling me he’s a grumpy, overprotective hottie next-door and you’re not going to sleep with him? How wasteful.

Sometimes you don’t have to weigh every single pro and con. Sometimes the answer is the one that just feels right.

You can have anything you want. A big church wedding. A backyard barbecue. A five-figure wedding dress. But I have one demand.” Of course it was a demand and not a request. “What’s that?” “I want daisies in your hair.

Grief had a way of infiltrating everything, even when you were prepared for it.

You can tell a lot about a person by how they treat others when things aren’t going well.

Some people don’t know what to do with their pain,” Naomi said, looking out the window again. “So they take it out on whoever is nearby.

Words have power. They make people feel things

Life is an adventure to be lived, not a series of repetitive days to survive.

Sometimes you have to stop waiting for something to happen and start making it happen,

He made me feel like I was special … He made me feel like he needed me. No one’s ever needed me.

Because that’s what you fucking do when you love something. You show up. Even if you’re pissing your pants scared.

Loving you has been a touchstone for more than half my life. But being loved by you? That’s a fucking miracle. You, Pixie, are my fucking miracle.

Look, the point of a relationship isn’t hiding your stupid wounds and flaws. It’s about showing them to someone and letting them still love you. You were able to hurt her because she let you in.

My wish for all of us is that we love whole-heartedly and are present enough in our relationships that when we part our only regret is quantity not quality. That we all understand that the pain of loss is what gives the rest of our life color and flavor and texture.

Baby, you need to stop obsessing about the things you should be doing and make some time for the shit you wanna do.

Was there someone out there who would find me to be enough? Not too much or too little, but the person they’d been waiting for their whole life.

But I did know that sometimes a bad seed was just a bad seed. No matter what field it was planted in, no matter how it was tended, some just came up rotten.

Friends make friends better. We accept the bad parts, celebrate the good parts, and we don't torture you for your mistakes

Don’t have to jump off the cliff to know you die at the bottom.

I just wish I woulda kept trying to look to the light instead of sinking into the dark,” he said. “A man can learn to live in that dark, but it’s no life.

So is setting an example for your niece about how she doesn’t need to turn herself inside out to be loved. How she doesn’t need to set herself on fire to keep someone else warm. Demanding to have your own needs met isn’t problematic—it’s heroic, and kids are watching. They’re always watching. If you set an example that tells her the only way she’s worthy of love is by giving everyone everything, she’ll internalize that message.

You can’t put your worth in someone else’s hands like that. Whether those hands are stroking you or hurting you. It doesn’t matter. Your value comes from inside. Whether you mean something to him or not has nothing to do with how inherently valuable you are.

He was tall, dark, and evil. I was short, fair, and awesome.

She was carrying a bouquet of flowers, and for a second, I wanted to know who the hell had given them to her so I could kick their ass.

Some people could withstand the worst without it damaging their souls.

You love me, you idiot. You’ve loved me since we were kids. You loved me even when I broke your trust. You loved me after I fixed it. You still love me.

If you want a six-story library full of medieval first editions, I’ll buy every book for you. If you want to raise a family here, I’ll move back and feed your asshole cat every morning.

This book is about the bravery it takes for us to love someone when we all know how every love story ends. It’s about choosing love over fear again and again. It’s about showing up and being brave even when we know it’s going to hurt like hell.

Confidence comes from knowing that whatever the situation, you know you'll make the best of it. Confidence is certainty in your ability to rise.

You’re mine and I’m yours. For better or worse.

Because sometimes people don’t know how to ask for what they really need. You needed a hug.” “No. I didn’t,” he rasped. He was quiet for a long moment, and I listened to his heartbeat. “I needed you.

What am I supposed to do, be all ‘woe is me’ for the rest of my life? I still get access to the same sunrises everyone else does, the same 24 hours in a day. And if I don’t take advantage of those things, it’s my own fault.

Yeah. You do,” he countered. “Pain is what tells you you’re alive. You numb that, and how do you know you’re still here?

I didn’t get anxious about shit. I made shit anxious about me.

The first time he met me, he called me trash.” “That bitch.” “Well, technically he thought I was Tina when he was yelling at me in front of an entire cafe full of strangers.” “That vision-impaired bitch.

Whenever you’re close, everything is better. The closer you are, the easier I breathe, the less I feel like life is just a never-ending pour of lemon juice into an open wound that won’t heal. You take away the dark, the cold. And you remind me what it’s like to want to be here.

There were things a person never got over. We both just wanted someone to love us enough to make up for all the times we hadn't been enough. It felt like such a waste that we could feel the way we did, but neither of us could be that person for the other.

There’s no life-work balance. Okay? Get it? It’s all life. You get the same twenty-four hours as the next girl. Fill yours with what you love.

Don’t ever let a man you don’t like make decisions for you.

That vulnerability shit is just like respect. It’s earned.

Lucian was the type to methodically and creatively destroy your life

And for the first time in my life, I felt like the hero instead of the villain.

I can still be sad. But I don’t have to wallow or completely ignore the good that is still waiting for me. That’s careless and wasteful.

Yep,” I squeaked. “Totally fine. Just a…charley horse.” In my vagina, I added silently.

I’m going to tell you something that you and your brother both need to know, and I need this to resonate in your soul,” I said. His eyes locked on mine. Well, more on my mouth than my eyes. But it was good enough. “You’re both idiots.

Good. Heed my words. Don’t ever let a man you don’t like make decisions for you.

Likes? That was easy. “Bad tempered cats, books, and comfy pants,” I muttered as I typed.

I don’t love to hate you.” The words, spoken softly, brought me to a halt.

Broken men broke women.

Losing is never the end of the world. Losing is where the learning starts.

You stick to your ring of hell, and I’ll stick to mine,” I agreed. “Perfect solution.” She yanked the conference room door open.

Maybe. I don’t know. Being around you feels like a never-ending boxing match, and I keep getting hit in the nuts.

That’s parenting. We’re all doing our best. We’re exhausted, confused, and feeling like we’re constantly being judged by everyone else who looks like they’ve got it all figured out. But no one does. We’re all just making it up as we go.

Sometimes when you don’t know what’s possible, you can’t hope for it yourself.

Family doesn’t stop being family just because one of you does shitty things.

Magpie, when you deal with everything on your own, you’re robbing the people who care about you of their chance to be there for you, with you.

I don’t think my heart is safe around you.

From here on out, if anyone says they have a right to decide what to do with your body, kid, you kick ’em in the ass, then come find me,” Knox told her.

Single moms were the world’s unsung fucking heroes.

Always finding the good in even the ugliest places.

It was one of those moments when I had to take a mental step back and wonder when the hell I’d turned into an adult. And when the hell would I start feeling like one.

You type like a Clydesdale.

Don’t overestimate my control or underestimate your appeal, Ally.” And just like that, I was back in Put Your Dick in Me Town. “Geez, Dom.

Your gun is digging into me.” “That’s not my gun,” I said through clenched teeth.

You’re mine and I’m yours. For better or worse.” She sagged against me for a moment. “Only Lucian Fucking Rollins would think he could order a woman into a committed relationship.” “I’m just cutting through the bullshit.

Girl, I don’t know what’s happening right now, but I’m a nurse and if you don’t go home with Tall, Dark, and Tight Crotch, I’m gonna check you for head trauma.” The man next to her nodded. “I’m her husband, and even I think Suit Guy is fucking hot.” “Noted,” I said.

What’s anyone’s problem? Baggage. People meet, sparks fly, then they spend all their time trying to hide who they really are so they can stay attractive. Then we’re surprised when it doesn’t work out.” She had a point. “If everyone just introduced themselves with their baggage, imagine how much time we’d save.

Can I get you a drink?” Rude Sex Hair was back. “I don’t know. Can you?” I shot back. “We’re fresh out of the blood of children, Satan. How about something that matches your personality?” She was saying the words nicely. Sweetly even. “I’ll have a—” “Unsweetened iced tea,” she filled in for me. Bitter. Boring. Bland.

I guess some of us just don’t recognize how valuable our time is here. How we shouldn’t spend our time mourning our loss, but thanking our lucky stars we had someone wonderful in our lives for no matter how long.

People meet, sparks fly, then they spend all their time trying to hide who they really are so they can stay attractive. Then we’re surprised when it doesn’t work out.

At the end of the day, your quality of life is determined by the people you surround yourself with.

It was a feeling. Some kind of magic. A rightness, I guess. It definitely didn’t make any logical sense. On paper we couldn’t be more ill-suited to each other. But there was something so right about how it felt to be with him.

Sloane Walton, I have loved you for so long I don’t remember what my life was like before my heart was yours. It’s changed over the years. But I’ve loved you as a friend, an enemy, a lover. It would be my greatest honor in this lifetime if you would let me love you as my wife.

Lucian was the kind of handsome that made women wonder if he’d made some pact with the devil. Dark hair. Dark, smoldery eyes. Dark suit. He gave off hints of power, wealth, and secrets like a cologne.

It’s not really impressive when there isn’t another option. What am I supposed to do, be all ‘woe is me’ for the rest of my life? I still get access to the same sunrises everyone else does, the same 24 hours in a day. And if I don’t take advantage of those things, it’s my own fault.

You went to Lucian for advice? That guy is one typewriter away from The Shining. I mean, it’s great that he owns his fucked-upness, but he’s the guy you go to for stock tips or to make someone disappear. He’s not the guy you go to for advice on women.

She turned to Knox. “And you were right about Nash getting hurt and now you’re both mad at each other for that.” “Well, breakfast didn’t help,” Knox admitted. Naomi closed her eyes. “Is that why you were such a bridezilla with the florist yesterday?” “Baby’s breath is stupid. Fight me,” he said.

Daisy, you gave him a choice. It doesn’t matter how shitty the options are. It’s still his choice to make. He could spend the rest of his life with you or without you. He didn’t give you a choice when he hurt you.

Stop seeing Sloane and the job is yours.” “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me,” Nolan said. “Okay, seriously? You hate her guts but you don’t want her dating anyone else? Even you have to realize how unhealthy that is,” I said. “I never claimed to be healthy,” Lucian said in his scary voice. “Then why the hell am I taking advice from you?” I demanded. “How the hell should I know?” “Bunch of feral assholes,” Nolan muttered, storming out of my office.

You say it as loud as you want to in your head. You let it come out of your eyes, your pores, every exhale, but you do not say it on the field again. You’re fuckin’ better than that, Way. You’ve got a temper, but there’s a hell of a lot more power in controlling it than letting it fly. Use it, or it’ll use you.

I didn’t have to be out there making a difference for thousands of people in order to matter. I could make my difference one person at a time. Starting with me. There was nowhere else in the world I’d rather be. And that was the secret, I realized. It didn’t matter what my salary was. Whether or not I had a corner office and an assistant. This feeling, this contentment, was what mattered most.