Misconduct Penelope Douglas Quotes

The truth was, you’re happier when you’re needed and stronger when you’re loved.

Damaged people were survivors, and they survived because they always put themselves first. Self-preservation demanded it.

You always wait for tomorrow. But let me clue you in. Tomorrow was yesterday.

In our hearts, we always know what’s right and wrong. That’s not the struggle. The struggle is wanting what’s wrong for you and gauging whether or not the consequences are worth it.

Life moves pretty fast,” she stated. “If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

A man who endeavored to be better was already superior to the men who claimed to be great.

Chaos lost in chaos. Liberty in being a small part of a larger madness. When you weren’t seen, you weren’t judged. There was a desirable freedom in that.

Life never follows your plan. The truth was you could spend countless hours planning and preparing, and the only thing you could count on once you’d got your plan set was that it would be the one way things won’t happen.

I was just contemplating how some gasoline and a match would improve this painting.

If there was no gamble, there was no reward.

What is he doing to me?

I love you, okay?” I rushed out. “I love you like crazy, and I’ve never said that to a woman before, but I’m completely in love with you, Easton Bradbury.

I wanted to make more than just money. I wanted to make a difference and be remembered.

Tyler looked after him and then turned to me, cocking his head. “I’m not a jealous man, but for you I might make an exception.

But still . . . there was a charge in the air. It was Mardi Gras in New Orleans, after all.

some mistakes can be overcome, others should never be made. In our hearts, we always know what’s right and wrong. That’s not the struggle. The struggle is wanting what’s wrong for you and gauging whether or not the consequences are worth it.

I like how you are with me. You’re not careful with me. You see more of me than anybody else.” I pressed my body against his, arching up on my toes and leaning toward his lips. His breath hitched, and I slipped my hands inside his jacket again and gripped his waist. “Don’t be careful with me, Tyler,” I whispered, catching his bottom lip, sucking it quickly and then letting it go. “Please,” I pleaded. And he groaned, closing his eyes and diving in.

i can't promise you the world because its not mine to give but i can promise you my world as it would be empty without you in it

I stared at his back as he left, my stomach churning at his commands and confidence, and I shot out my foot, kicking the leg of my chair. He had spanked me. He’d spanked me! I looked over at the windows, the angry sky dark with the promise of rain and the trees’ leaves dancing wildly. Smooth sailing, my ass.

I didn’t want to stop him, but . . . I bit my bottom lip, feeling his fingers slide up and down my pussy, dipping and bringing out the wetness, spreading it over my clit. And then whimpered, feeling two long fingers plunge inside of me. “Shit,” I moaned, squirming against his fingers. “Please stop,” I pleaded. “Tyler, please.” But he just added another finger, staring down and watching the pleasure of what he was doing spread across my face. “Say it again,” he ordered. I blinked, opening my eyes, even though his thumb rubbing circles on my clit was driving me wild. “Tyler,” I said gently. “Please stop.” His mouth curled into a smile, and he stole a kiss, nipping at my bottom lip. “You

According to studies, men trail women in maturity by eleven years.

When you weren’t seen, you weren’t judged. There was a desirable freedom in that.

Family came first. Always first. We took care of each other and relied on each other. Without the family and without Christian, everything else would be worthless. Fortune came next. It almost seemed shallow to have fortune before future, but we realized that fortune was more than wealth. It was health, goals, and maintaining what we had in the work we wanted to contribute to the world. Our fortune was the things for which we were thankful and the things we had to give. Future came last. Private ambitions, plans for the years down the road, and other goals that could possibly take our attention away from each other and our jobs would be considered only if everything else was strong.

I’d read enough and seen enough to know that kids could grow up in the worst hell and become valedictorians and doctors. Or they could be raised in privilege with two parents and Christmas trees stocked with gifts and still die of overdoses or by suicide.

The first moment I saw you" – I inched closer to her – "scowling at that Degas like it was shit on a canvas…" I looked at her. "I wanted you more than I’d ever wanted anything." The moment I’d set eyes on her, I had to face her. A thoughtful expression appeared on her face. "A lot’s changed." "Nothing has changed," I shot back.