Suzanne Vega Quotes

Asleep by the Smiths Vapour Trail by Ride Scarborough Fair by Simon & Garfunkel A Whiter Shade of Pale by Procol Harum Dear Prudence by the Beatles Gypsy by Suzanne Vega Nights in White Satin by the Moody Blues Daydream by Smashing Pumpkins Dusk by Genesis (before Phil Collins was even in the band!) MLK by U2 Blackbird by the Beatles Landslide by Fleetwood Mac Asleep by the Smiths (again!) -Charlie's mixtape

Had he thought with his head instead of points considerably farther south, he would have chosen far differently. It would have changed everything—because it wouldn’t have changed anything at all.

I crammed a handful of Ativan into his mouth and flooded that orifice with forty ounces of Coca-Cola from the cup holder. 'This is going to take effect immediately,' I lied. 'Breathe, Mr. Sakha, breathe. Would you like me to sing a calming Western song? My name is Luka', I sang. 'I live on the second floor.

I just want to say that a winning season doesn’t mean much if you don’t have somebody to share it with. There’s this woman I can’t stop thinking about, and regardless of whether she’s in Kansas or Vegas or on the damn moon, regardless of whether she’ll talk to me or ignore me... any wins, any victories that come our way will be because she’s on my mind. Trust me when I say that I won’t be sitting on the bench this season. Not when I’m playing for her and my son.

Your text yesterday told me you’re not saying anything until you can see me, so here I am. This talk is more important than camp or starting or benches or fucking anything in the world. I need you to know that I love you, Kate. I think I’ve loved you since the day I met you, since you fell across my path in a nightclub and I thought you might be hurt. And every second I’ve spent with you or apart from you since then has only confirmed that I need you in my life. I don’t need that ten million dollars, but I do need you. And so does my son. Football, plots of land, Dalton Developments, money... it’s all meaningless if I don’t have you to share it with.

I love you, Jack. I want to figure out how to make this work with you. I want to celebrate your wins and mourn your losses and stand by your side through it all. I want the world to know that you are mine and I am yours and nothing, nothing is going to tear us apart.

Because the minute you turn that on, we face reality. I think I’d like to live a few more minutes here with you.

As your friend, and as someone who could be fired for telling you these things, I truly believe there’s a way out. You deserve to be happy, Jack, and you’re not. Every time her name is even mentioned, your shoulders sag. You know you’re not doing the right thing here.

That’s the problem,” he says, and he shoots me a sad smile. “I am doing the right thing here. But sometimes the right thing is the harder thing.

When I married your dad, I was young, but I was in love. He was, too, and that’s what marriage has always meant to me. Not status or advantages or television shows. It’s not always peaches and carrot cake, but it’s commitment formed out of a mutual love and respect and need to be with the other person.

I’m so sorry. I wish you’d been there tonight. Maybe it would’ve been easier just to have you close. I wish I could fix all this shit. I wish I could sleep next to you tonight and you wouldn’t push me away. I always sleep better next to you.” He sighs. “I wish it was you standing at the end of the aisle tomorrow. I know this is all wrong, but it doesn’t matter. I’ve said it enough times and it hasn’t changed anything, and it won’t. It can’t.

There’s only one more step to go before I’m in his arms, and I close that gap. As much as I’ve tried to fight it, I can’t. Not right now. Not when it matters the most. “Then don’t,” I say, and I grab the lapels of his tuxedo in my fists. “Don’t do it.

I don’t think I can do this,” he says, and he takes a step toward me.

and

Honey, you can’t let the fear of what could happen allow you to make nothing happen.

Because I’m so fucking tired of pretending. I love you, Ellie. I’m so damn in love with you. We’re doing this all backwards, and I know you’re my wife now, but I’d love to take you out on a date. I want to get to know you as more than just my best friend’s sister, as more than just my roommate, as more than just my publicist.” He peppers soft kisses between phrases.

Don’t push me away. Don’t bow out. Talk to me, and fight with me, and communicate with me. It’s the only way relationships work.

Throwing sex and feelings into the mix will definitely complicate things, and that’s all I meant this morning when I said that. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, but like I’ve told you, I don’t know how to do relationships. People leave. People choose Jack, and not just women. I’ve had buddies who chose him. My own damn family chose him.” He shrugs. “Why would you be any different?

One side of his mouth curls up into a smile. “How could I marry her when I’m in love with you?

What does all this mean for us?” I ask, motioning between us with my hand. “It means we take it from here. We take it as slowly or as quickly as feels right for us. It means there’s nobody else in the picture and we’re free to get to know each other. We’re free to be together. I’m free to give you all the parts of myself you were too respectful to take when I offered them to you before... one of the many things about you I’ve fallen for.

I realized it’s you that makes me my best,” he continues. “It’s you who challenges me to be a better man. You who makes me want to be the kind of man you deserve. And if I can be those things and find happiness for myself, that’ll only reflect positively on who I am as a parent.

Babe, this isn’t one of the books we hide on our Kindles and recommend to each other off the clock then proceed to read one-handed while some girl doesn’t have to pick between four guys because they all want to be with her. This is real life.

Come on, Harts! Let’s see if Santa came!” Oh, Santa came last night, that’s for sure…

The beams and bridges cut the light on the ground into little triangles and the rails run round

We can only control what we do. We can only control our reaction to the outside forces that will surely come along trying to split us apart.

Every time I hear her say the word daddy, I can’t help where my dirty mind wanders.

Go back to throwing alcohol at the topless women.” When I woke up this morning, I never thought those words would be leaving my mouth today…

My God, he’s gorgeous as he stands there holding her, and it taps into some different sort of need I didn’t know existed. The need to give him children. The need to protect them and care for them because they are part him and part me. The need to see him as a daddy, to give him the family he’s always wanted.

Sporking?” Rush asks this time. “You know, like spooning, but when you’re sporting wood and hoping it leads away from the spoon and over to the fork.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and I offer a chuckle. “It’s a real wonder why you’re still single,” I say dryly.

I don’t know that there’s ever an age where you feel like you have your shit together. We all sort of just…fumble our way through life and hope we’re good people doing the right thing, you know? Sometimes I think that’s what life is all about.

Don’t be afraid to fail, because success isn’t a compilation of your achievements but rather the foundation of the failures you’ve overcome.

This feels like the type of thing that only happens once in a lifetime, and I’m not stupid enough to let that go without a fight.

Look, Gabby. Last night when I walked in with you passed out in my arms, your father told me what a good guy I was for taking care of you. He trusts me to treat you a certain way, and wrecking your tight little pussy with my nine-inch cock while I suck on your tits is not that way.

If I wasn’t married to the hottest tight end in the universe, I swear to God my ovaries would’ve just exploded. That whole baby girl line in that sexy gravel tone?

And maybe most importantly, I’ve never met a woman who I wanted to be with more than I wanted to be out on the field. So don’t you dare say you won’t be my first anything because you’re my first everything.

There’s a lot about life that’s unfair to everyone. You choose if you want to be the victim or the victor.

Maybe my relationships will always fail until I can resolve the problems that I cover with a sunny disposition. But I have no idea how to resolve any of it. The fear of rejection and abandonment. The fear of trusting the wrong person or being taken advantage of. The fear of being punished for my mistakes. The fear of falling short, or of coming in second, or of being a failure.

I’ve also spent my whole life believing that in order to matter, you need to be the best. It’s why I’m a perfectionist, and it means a lot to me to be recognized for the things I work hard at.

Sounds dangerous. You shouldn’t go,” I tease, mostly because I don’t want some college kids ogling my girl when I’m not there to ogle her myself. “Yes, Father,” she mocks. “That’s Daddy to you,” I say, my voice low and gravelly.

You know the best way to get over someone, don’t you?” I raise my brows. “Get on top of someone else, dude.

Since moving to Vegas, I saw her a couple of times. She dismissed me with a haughty look. So, yes, I’m very sure.” That had anger bubbling inside of him. “Knowing that makes me want to cast her out.” “Nah, it’ll be more fun to have her stick around. She likes to pretend I don’t exist. But you can’t pretend someone doesn’t exist if they’re being paraded in front of your entire lair, can you?

Three sex club owners plus a third baseman. It sounds like the start of some raunchy joke, but it’s just my Saturday morning on a golf course.

It’s sage advice from the idiot who was shotgunning beers the morning of the parade, but he’s got a point.

But something changed along the way, and Ellie is the woman I’m going to spend my life with. I’ve never been with someone who put me first. Who cared about me more than herself. Who cared about my future more than my present.

She takes care of me,” he says. “She changed my bandages after my surgery and she makes sure I’m doing my exercises. She keeps up my social media and makes sure fans know I’m okay. She loves me fiercely, and she’s taking such good care of the baby by eating right and learning everything she can. She’s not just the woman I love. She’s the best friend I’ve ever had, and she’s going to be a phenomenal mother to our lucky children.

Don’t marry her if you don’t love her,” I plead softly. He blows out a breath. “You don’t get it. My son, my job, my sponsorships...my entire goddamn life is on the line.” “Why?” I ask. “What’s so damn bad that you have to marry her?

I guess just because two people share feelings for each other doesn’t mean they’re destined to wind up together.

Fuck yeah, there is. I’m marrying Jack Motherfucking Dalton. That Halloween cat burglar certainly never saw this twist coming.

And we all know the first rule of naming, right? When you name something, it’s harder to let it go.

I’m working with a man I had a tryst with on a couch in a nightclub who kicked me out when his apparently pregnant girlfriend showed up after someone snapped a photo of us that turned into a viral meme, and now I get to live with him and his evil fiancée and his four-month-old baby and shadow him everywhere he goes while said evil fiancée’s father pays me a quarter of a million dollars over the next ten months? Well that’s a twist I didn’t see coming.

Why do you put yourself through it?” “For the love of the game.” He offers a small smile. “For the competition. The paychecks aren’t bad. And the chicks.

What’s it like seeing the man you love on the field?” I ask. “Thrilling. Exciting. Terrifying.” I laugh, but that pretty much sums up love, doesn’t it?