Terms And Conditions Lauren Asher Quotes

How about ten words then?” I laugh. “I’d like to see you try.” “I am falling in love with you, Iris Elizabeth Kane.

there is nothing I want more than to turn a house into a home with you.

I’ll give you anything you want—anything at all—so long as you give me a chance to make you as happy as you make me. A dog. A family. A home. I want it all. These are my terms and conditions, take it or leave it because I’m not open to negotiations.

some people need a hundred words to express a single thought, while some people only need one word to share a hundred thoughts.

You’re growing a bit too comfortable with that nickname for my liking.” “I use it to remind you of your place.” “And what’s that?” “Mine.

We're only as strong as our biggest fear...Embrace your fears and grow from them or spend the rest of your life fighting them at every turn.

Don’t do that.” My brows tug together. “Do what?” “Downplay your experience because someone else had it harder than you.

Who knew you were such a nice guy underneath your grumpy exterior?” “Don’t go telling anyone else or they’ll be disappointed to find out it’s only for you.

You’re so drunk.”  “No. I’m buzzed.” “What’s the square root of 64?”  “Eight, fuck you very much.”  He shrugs. “Sober enough.

You forfeited your rights the moment you became my fiancée.”  “Careful, Declan. Your misogyny is showing.

Daisuki1.” His deep thrust makes me gasp. “Szeretlek2.” He presses his lips against my forehead. My pulse flutters at the gesture, sending a rush of pleasure all the way to my toes. “Ich liebe dich3

Our marriage might be fake, but these feelings burning inside me are anything but. It’s only a matter of time before I make her mine. She just doesn’t know it yet.

I could spend the rest of forever with you and it still wouldn’t be enough time to finish everything I have planned for us.

Of course he fucked this up. His latest software update didn’t include a manual on how to be a decent human being.

As in you bury me. A rough translation for the way I want to leave this world before you because I can’t imagine having to go through a single day without you in it.

Watching them interact is nauseating, with Zahra smiling up at Rowan like he hung the moon for her.

Declan’s laugh is a weapon of mass seduction, and I’m its biggest target.

Marriage is like going on a road trip with the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, except you have no map or fancy GPS system to help you out. You might not always agree on what music to play or which direction you should go. I can guarantee there will be moments you want to rip your hair out—or each other’s. Just like there will be times that test you, where you think that maybe things would be easier if you hitch a ride with someone else. The point is, life is going to throw a lot of things at you. Stuff like flat tires, dead ends, and mechanical issues. But you can either make the most of the journey with one another or cry about never getting to your destination. No one can make the right decision but you.

What are you doing?” “Helping my wife.” My throat bobs. “You’re growing a bit too comfortable with that nickname for my liking.” “I use it to remind you of your place.” “And what’s that?” “Mine.

To love means to lose more than I’m willing to part with.

I’m proud of you for finally opening up to someone. For risking your heart knowing all the possibilities—good and bad.

So what if you failed? You're never going to accomplish anything worthwhile if you keep to your comfort zone.

Love can heal the soul as much as it can destroy it.

I don’t deserve you. Never have and never will, so long as I live.

Yuánfèn: A predestined infinity.

Opportunities aren't a matter of luck, but rather hard work and sacrifices.

By the time the auctioneer steps away from the podium, I’ve spent over fifty-million dollars solely for the rush I get whenever Iris smiles.

Santiago Alatorre crosses the finish line first, much to Declan’s disappointment. “You’re just mad my guy won.” “Your guy always wins. It’s boring as shit watching him be so damn perfect all the time.

You look good on your knees, Mr. Kane.”  “Try to not let it get to your head.” The corners of his lips twitch into that usual Declan smile. A flash of a camera goes off, catching the moment.

Growing accustomed to something doesn't mean I like it. I just learned to prefer it over the alternative option, which includes letting people get too close. What's the point when they always leave anyway?

I can assure you that I will always have Iris’s best interests at heart.” Even if they jeopardize mine.

it amazes me how the most beautiful flower can blossom from the worst conditions.

Learn to use your words as weapons because they can be stronger than any fist

She loves you despite all the reasons she shouldn't.

Damn right she wasn’t. Fake marriage or not, Iris is destined to be with one man and one man only. Me.

Talk about her like that again and I swear I’ll make your last twelve months as CEO absolutely miserable.

are you going to spend the rest of your life alone because you’re too afraid to get close to someone? It’s still the same loneliness no matter how you paint it.

But still, my whole chest aches for him because obviously I have a thing for misunderstood billionaires.

I want to leave this world before you because I can't imagine having to go through a single day without you.

Ahh. There’s the big, grumpy man I know and like.” “One day that mouth is going to get you in trouble.

Stop fighting and give me ten minutes.” “You don’t deserve ten seconds, let alone ten minutes of my time.” “How about ten words then?” I laugh. “I’d like to see you try.” “I am falling in love with you, Iris Elizabeth Kane.

You’re only as strong as your biggest fear. Take your father for example: he is afraid of being powerless, so he will go out of his way to ruin his own child’s success just to feel strong and relevant. It will be his greatest downfall one day—I can guarantee that. So choose to learn from him and his mistakes before it’s too late for you. Embrace your fears and grow from them or spend the rest of your life fighting them at every turn.

I might be cold, rude, and distant, but I’m not blind. My whole job is about evaluating assets and it turns out that you’re my biggest one.

To anyone fighting an invisible battle. I see you.

She taught me how some people say a hundred words to express a single thought, while some people only need one word to share a hundred thoughts.

Daisuki1.” His deep thrust makes me gasp. “Szeretlek2.” He presses his lips against my forehead. My pulse flutters at the gesture, sending a rush of pleasure all the way to my toes. “Ich liebe dich3.” Our gazes connect. The way I shiver has nothing to do with his touch and everything to do with the way he looks at me. I might not be able to recite foreign words like him, but I understand tone and body language, and whatever he says makes my heart feel so full, it might burst. You’re falling for him. For the first time ever, I’m not afraid of love. If this is what it feels like, I’m willing to try, consequences be damned.

To love means to lose more than I'm willing to part with.

I have come to realize that, while her smile might be my weakness, her damp lashes clinging together will surely be my downfall.

She taught me how anyone can buy a house, but not everyone can buy a home.

For someone who sucks at using anything but grunts and orders to communicate, he sure knows how to make my insides melt from a single sentence. Except it’s all a lie.

I am falling in love with you, Iris Elizabeth Kane.

I swallow back the lump in my throat. “I fucked up.” “It’s nothing some good groveling can’t fix.” “Groveling?” “Get in the car and I’ll explain.” His grin is worrisome. Well, shit. This is going to be an interesting car ride.

I spent a long time underestimating myself, only to realize I needed to make it past the bad stuff and find the light.

Somehow love seems to humanize the worst souls.

Learning how to forgive is just as important as asking for it in the first place.

Marry me for real this time. No contract. No inheritance. No expectations other than for you to love me despite all the reasons you probably shouldn’t.

There's never a right time to make a hard choice.

Forelsket*." His raspy whisper makes me feel like he shares a secret I can't decode. *That overwhelming gut-rush euphoria exclusive to the beginnings of falling in love. (Norwegian)

I’m not asking you to love me back. I don’t expect that and I’m not sure if I ever will because I’m the furthest thing from lovable. I’m selfish, rude, and don’t know the first thing about being in a relationship with someone. But that doesn’t mean I’m not willing to try for you if you let me.

I read somewhere online that sans serif fonts are easier for people with dyslexia to read, so I changed my requirements. Forced everyone else I oversee to switch with me or else they would face my wrath. All because I wanted to help you.

I’m not confused. Far from it, actually. I know exactly what I want.” “And what is that?” “You.

I choke on my coffee. “I thought libidos decrease with age.”  “I’ve got memories to last me a lifetime.”  Mom groans. “By all means, feel free to take them to your grave.

I don’t care if you’re Jesus himself, no one should be yelling at 6:00 a.m.

3 Noun, Yaghan: A look shared between two people, each wishing that the other would initiate something that they both desire but which neither wants to begin.

There’s no other explanation for the backward ball cap, athletic pants, and T-shirt speckled in powdered sugar.

You look…” He pauses. “If you say nice, I swear I’ll make your death look like an accident.

You can take your good morning and shove it up your ass.

I miss you.” “It’s been less than twenty-four hours since you last saw me.” “The addiction gene runs strong in my family. Take pity on your husband.

What are you doing?” “Proposing to you in the middle of a rainstorm in a Tom Ford suit.

We can't help who we fall in love with.

He shrugs as he says, "Strikhedonia*." He robs me of my reply as his lips slam against me. *The pleasure of being able to say "to hell with it." (Greek)

I avoided going back to school because I was scared of failure. And instead of facing that fear, I fell into a rut. One that has been going on ever since I graduated high school at nineteen.

... Unlike the rest of the human population, you like being by yourself." I bite down on my tongue to prevent myself from saying too much. growing accustomed to something doesn't mean I like it. I just learned to prefer it over the alternative option, which includes letting people get too close. What's the point when they always leave anyway?

Just remember, in two days you will never have to think about throwing a party ever again.” “A lot can happen in forty-eight hours.” “Getting cold feet?” Her eyes light up. “Frostbite set in about three days ago, but I’ll crawl down the aisle if I need to.

Save your display for the cameras.” Declan wraps his arm around me. While his gesture comes off robotic, I appreciate his ability to try to make this look legitimate. Try being the key word. He’s stiffer than my nana’s cocktails, and those suckers can get anyone drunk from a single cup.

I won't yield for him. Not in a boardroom and not in the bedroom.

Because there is nothing I want more than to turn a house into a home with you.

His lips press together in a poor attempt to hide his smile. “You’re a crazy plant lady.” “Please. I haven’t officially earned that title until I have a greenhouse of my own.

to love something meant to risk losing it. I’ve loved and I’ve lost, and I despise both feelings equally.

I will always love you. Today. Tomorrow. Forever.

Why not? Rowan will be in town for a budget meeting, so it’s the perfect time for all of us to get together.” He avoids my gaze as he assesses his menu. “That’s our thing.

I give Declan a reassuring pat on his thigh. “Welcome to my family.” I pull my hand away, but Declan sweeps in and holds onto it. The warmth of his palm makes my hand burn.

It wasn’t fair to lead men on if I wasn’t ready for commitment.

Because there is nothing I want more than to turn a house into a home with you

There’s never a right time to make a hard choice.

To those two lines from Taylor Swift’s Illicit Affairs about a secret language—Thanks for existing. You helped inspire Declan and Iris’s non-translatable word game.

I am finally ready to prove that the only limitations I have are the ones I set for myself.

My whole job is about evaluating assets and it turns out that you’re my biggest one.

I’m enjoying the view.” She glances out the window. “Says the man who hasn’t even looked outside once.” “That’s not the view I’m talking about.

That’s the thing. I am finally ready to prove that the only limitations I have are the ones I set for myself.

You are worthy of good things.

If you try to leave me again, I’ll make you regret it.” The slight rasp in his voice does something catastrophic to my lower half. “Is that a threat?” “It’s a promise.

You hate when people smile. Except making Iris grin feels like a personal victory.

It’s only a matter of time before I make her mine. She just doesn’t know it yet.

Sometimes life is like that. Not every plan can work out the way you want it to.

You’re married?” Her eyes swing back and forth between us before landing on Declan’s ring. The way her smile falls elicits my own. “Get my wife whatever she wants.” Declan doesn’t look up from his tablet.

Growing accustomed to something doesn’t mean I like it. I just learned to prefer it over the alternative option, which includes letting people get too close. What’s the point when they always leave anyway?

It’s a normal fear after everything you’ve witnessed between your father and me, but you need to understand that couples fight. It’s a part of any healthy relationship. That doesn’t mean the other person should ever talk down to you or intentionally hurt you, but people make mistakes. This isn’t going to be the first or last time Declan says something he doesn’t mean in the heat of the moment. But so long as he is sorry—and i mean truly sorry—then you need to learn how to forgive him.

Kiss her again and I’ll enjoy ripping your tongue from your throat.” He holds up his hands. “The only reason I told you about our kiss is so that you can stop thinking I want to make a move on her. I’m not interested in her like that. Trust me.” “Because the kiss was terrible,” I repeat back in a voice erased of any emotion. “Because she was never meant to be mine in the first place.” Damn right she wasn’t. Fake marriage or not, Iris is destined to be with one man and one man only. Me.

Ya'aburnee1. As in you bury me. A rough translation for the way I want to leave this world before you because I can’t imagine having to go through a single day without you in it. If this last week was a preview of that kind of life, then I can assure you it isn’t a life worth living. You’re my wife and my best friend. The future mother of my children and the one place that truly feels like home. You’re the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with, not because you signed a contract, but because you love me enough to stay without one. “I want to be the kind of man who is worthy of a woman like you—if it’s even possible. I promise to work every damn day to make sure you don’t regret marrying someone as miserable as me. Because when I’m with you, I’m not miserable at all. You make me happy in a way that makes me afraid to blink just in case it all disappears.” The vulnerability of his words tugs at every single one of my heartstrings. “I’ll give you anything you want—anything at all—so long as you give me a chance to make you as happy as you make me. A dog. A family. A home. I want it all. These are my terms and conditions, take it or leave it because I’m not open to negotiations.” “Only you could make a proposal sound like a business acquisition and get away with it.” “Marry me,” he orders with a smile that could make me agree to just about anything.