Tl Swan Quotes

When you see him, I want you to do something for me. Ask him if he feels like he might die if he doesn’t get to touch you again... Because there’s another man who does.

This is it. I can stop searching. I’ve found her.

You must have done something stupid in your life, Jameson Miles. Yeah. I have. What? I never asked for your number.

When someone shows themselves to you . . . believe them.

Tristan fucking Miles.

In the darkness, in her arms, I listen to her heartbeat. And I lose sight of mine.

To love is to be brave.

When you see him, I want you to do something for me. " "What's that?" "Ask him if he feels like he might die if he doesn't get to touch you again." I frown. "Why would I ask him that?" I whisper. "Because there's another man who does." The phone clicks as he hangs up.

He pays attention to the small things, and it’s the small things that matter.

This isn’t how I wanted to become a father. I’m supposed to fall in love, have a wedding and a wife that I love and go through trying to conceive and then the pregnancy… the birth. I’m supposed to know my own child.

I’m watching you,” I whisper. “I’ll tell you who to watch: that middle child of yours. The wizard.

Because until you find someone who loves you as much as I do, they will never be good enough.

Welcome to the Miles-High Club, Emily.

I will not beg for any man to love me.

Who’s hopelessly in love with you.” He leans over and kisses me softly, and I feel my resistance fade. “I love you, cheesecake,” he whispers. “Don’t call me fucking cheesecake.” He chuckles against my lips. “Too far?” “Way too far.

The sun’s reminder of what I have lost.

I work hard . . . but I love harder.

Don’t even fucking look at her ass, or I will sit you on yours

Why don’t you want to look at me? Because I just find your face really...punchable.

Yes . . . you are. I know your scent.” His eyes hold mine. “And . . . today it’s different.” He knows my scent . . . what the fuck?

So . . . sleeping with only you . . . isn’t a problem for me.” His lips touched mine. “However, not sleeping with you is a torture I won’t tolerate.

I knew in my heart that I was called to them for a reason. It’s you, Kate, you are the reason.

When the world gets too much, I go to my sadness sanctuary, the place where I can cry alone. I’ve cried buckets of tears in this shower. If the walls could talk, they would tell a very sad story indeed.

These bugs are from Jurassic Park.” He swings his arms around to get them off him. “No bugs are this big.” I go back to my instructions. Okay, so it says here that this pole goes into this . . . “Ahh,” he cries as he slaps his arm. “I’m getting fucking malaria over here, Emily.” I roll my eyes. “Stop being a baby.” I put the pole into the correct place. “Can you grab the corner and stretch it out, please?

Don’t misjudge my submission as a weakness.

Send two ambulances,” I bark. “I’m about to have a fucking heart attack myself.

There are moments in your life that you know you will remember forever. Certain situations that are poignant and have shaped who you are.

I don’t want to fuck you in the dark, Julian. I want to love you in the light,

Are you brushing me off for your book?” “Completely. Don’t be offended. I would brush Superman off for this book.

If I don’t look pretty, nobody will notice me . . . and my heart can never get broken again.

What was your favorite thing you saw today?” He changes the subject. “Honestly?” “Of course.” “It was you.” Our eyes lock. “You were the most beautiful thing I saw today, Tristan Miles.

He puts his mouth to my ear. “Did you touch yourself?” he whispers. His breath tickles my skin and goosebumps scatter up my arms. “Did you?” I ask. His lips dust mine. “Every day. Coming is my favorite pastime.

I’m gay, not blind. I can appreciate a fine female form.

Men who look that good can’t be blessed with brains too.

And do tell . . . how would you impress a woman you’re attracted to?” I ask, fascinated. His eyes hold mine. “Offer her a window seat.

You feel more at home at my home . . . or maybe it’s me that feels at home when you’re there.

So excuse me if the privilege of sucking your golden CEO dick doesn’t excite me any longer.

Because she wasn't you.

Your life has been so perfect that you’ve never had to dig deep to find out who you really are.

Because diamonds are made under pressure.

You know, intelligent people scare stupid people.

I smile at my wife. She’s been to Hell and back, yet here she stands, looking up at me with love in her eyes.

Sometimes you just know in your gut that you shouldn’t be doing something. The outcome is already written in the stars, and sometimes you should just be stronger and say no. But what if you can’t?

Claire Anderson,” he calls from the stage. My horrified eyes meet his. “Sit back down.” “I . . .” I take another step toward the exit. “Claire,” he warns. I glance around at the 120 pairs of eyes fixed firmly on me and then back up at him. “I said sit. Back. Down.

Nobody treats me as bad as you do, Emily. Because you pay them. Good thing you’ve got lots of money, Jameson. You’re going to need it. Nobody would put up with your shit for free. That’s a low blow.

Emily.” He looks at me, and the flashlight strapped to his forehead shines in my eyes. “I smell like a toxic dumping ground of bug poison, and I have never felt so unsexy in my entire life. I wouldn’t be surprised if my dick has been poisoned off like a weed.

Will you say something?” I whisper. “Say something sweet to put me out of my misery.” His eyes come to mine as he cups my face. “I packed your scarf in my luggage.” I smile softly. “It’s nothing new. I’ve taken it on every trip I’ve been on . . . since we met.

Elliot thinks I’m pansexual. Although, I feel totally fucking straight when I’m with you.

Our story isn’t neat and it doesn’t fit into any boxes. We are complicated and messy. Fucked up and tainted. But… This is love. Our Way. The

Eliza, shut up is now code for yes, dear.

This woman was born to seduce me. To fuck me. To drag me to my fucking knees.

I feel like I could fall hopelessly in love with you,” he replies softly.

You seduced me with your body, captivated me with your personality, and made me fall in love with your soul.

Find me, Alastar,” I whisper through my pain. “Because of us, find me.

It’s Mile-High Club . . . not Miles,” I whisper. “No . . . it’s Miles.” He smirks as his eyes darken. “Trust me—it’s Miles.

He leans over and whispers, “You have Zuckerberg on speed dial now?” “Huh?” I frown. “FB . . . that stands for Facebook, right?

I can see the headline now,” Tristan says. “Death by duck.

Don’t stop. Multitask. Suck and listen.

I’m in love with a selfish fucking asshole, and I don’t know how to turn it off, and I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop and for you to walk away again.

I drag my eyes to his. “Why don’t you want to look at me?” I stare at him for a moment. “Because I just find your face really . . . punchable.

Do not speak to me like that and then barge in here with demands. I’m unsure how things work for you with other women, but I can assure you, it doesn’t cut it with me.” I

Destiny is fucking me up the ass, that’s what.” Tristan raises an eyebrow. “Strap-on, or cock?

If you think I’m sharing your orgasms with a battery-operated device, you’re deluded, Kathryn.

Have a safe trip home this afternoon, don’t walk in front of a bus or anything.

Forgiveness is a choice.

But it was the way you kissed me that I remember the most.” My eyes search his. “How did I kiss you?” “Like you’d been waiting your whole life to kiss me.

If you always do what you’ve always done, you will always be where you always were.

Are you deaf, dumb, or just plain stupid?

Love me like you mean it.

Why do people think that only hardship builds character?

You can’t heal the wound until you find the sore,

I would rather be dead than be divorced. A failed marriage is something that I couldn’t forgive myself for. If I can’t do it right, I don’t want to do it at all.

to glance through my five thousand emails

It’s just so hard watching you give him everything I always wanted to but couldn’t,” I whisper.

I’m ridiculously fragile today.

I really need to stop drinking. It’s giving me asshole amnesia.

He didn’t love me like I loved him.” She pauses. “It’s okay. I will get my happy ending with someone. It just won’t be with my one.

When will you be back?” he asks. I turn back to him. “When my boys are men.

How you let him treat you now in the early stages is the standard you are setting for how he can treat you in the future. If you put up with crap now, then you will only ever get crap from him,

Really?” he whispers as the flight attendant walks past us. “Excuse me, can we have two more champagnes, please?” he asks her. “Of course, sir.” His eyes come back to meet mine. “Well, do tell. What was your first impression of me?” I pretend to look around for Jessica the flight attendant. “You may need something stronger to drink to hear this, Jim. You’re not going to like it.” He laughs out loud, and I find myself smiling broadly as I watch him. “What’s funny?” I ask. “You are.” “Why am I funny?” I frown. “This sense of righteousness that you have.” “Oh, like you don’t have that too . . . Mr. I’ll Have Two Champagnes.” Our drinks arrive, and he smiles as he passes mine to me. His eyes linger on my face as he takes a sip.

And then I came to your office, and you treated me like a two-bit whore that you ejaculated in the night before.” He clenches his jaw. “I’m nobody’s whore, Jameson, least of all yours. No job is worth my self-respect.

I understand if you don’t want to fight for us. I’m damaged goods. I couldn’t be with me.” He turns to face me. “Don’t say that,” he whispers. “It’s true.” I shrug sadly. “I have more baggage than a 747.” He pushes the hair back from my forehead and then, with his finger under my chin, lifts my face to meet his. “You’re my damaged goods.

You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still the same as they were last April, tell me at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me forever. I love you, most ardently.

I roll over and wince. “Oh God,” I whisper as I put the heel of my hands into my eye sockets. “My head is pounding.” “Like my dick,” Nathan says dryly. I look over at him in question. “Your dick is pounding?” “Uh-huh.” He gives me the side-eye. “Some crazy bitch, tiny kitty, drunk on sangria, thought she might like to squeeze the fuck out of him.

Anywhere will do. I don’t care if we go camping. Maybe next time we can?” “Yeah, okay.” He chuckles as he opens the door. “My brother has told me all about camping, I’ll meet you there.” I smile: that’s code for I’m never going camping.

Wade still lives here with us, just not in flesh and blood. He’s dead enough that I’m lonely . . . but alive enough that I can’t fathom moving on. I’m stuck in the middle, halfway between heaven and hell. Madly in love with my husband’s ghost.

I can’t help it. I tried to stop it, and I couldn’t. I think I’ve loved you since our first night together in Boston. You stayed with me. I fought it, and still, I couldn’t forget you. I’ve been carrying your scarf around like a lovesick fool for more than a year.

I laugh out loud. “You want kids?” “Yes, I want fucking kids.” He picks me up and throws me onto the bed and I bounce with a laugh. He crawls up over me and rests on his elbow as he looks down at me. We fall serious suddenly. “What kind of father will you be?” I ask. “The kind that protects their mother.

Emily Foster, I would like to introduce you to Mr. Miles,” Lindsey says. I stare at him, unable to speak because there’s no air in my lungs. His eyebrow rises, and he sits back in his chair as he smirks. “Hello, Emily.” His big eyes hold mine, the same beautiful deep-blue eyes that hypnotized me twelve months ago

I screw up my face; what the fuck is he going on about? “Elliot, I don’t—” “Open it,” he barks. Jeez, psycho . . . I open the envelope and my eyes widen. I flick through the images, confusion takes me over. I know these paintings . . . I did these paintings. My eyes rise to meet his. “All those years, all that time . . . it was you,” he whispers. Goosebumps scatter up my spine. He drops to his knees on the floor in front of me, takes my hands in his. “It was you who was calling me through those paintings.

Julian clenches his jaw in anger and points at me. “You leave me now and that’s fucking it. We’re done.

Great. Not only do I now have to deal with having blue balls, but I have to watch out for a cat attacking my dick in my sleep.

Sixteen Billion Dollars Who the fuck am I sleeping with?

Girls, have I taught you nothing. Ask for what you want. Men are stupid. They will do what we ask.

I swallow the fear in my throat as his cold eyes hold mine. “Go to Hell,” I whisper. “I’m the gate keeper of Hell, baby. Welcome home.

He’s dead enough that I’m lonely . . . but alive enough that I can’t fathom moving on.

Our eyes lock and the look he gives me feels like it could get me pregnant. I’m not even joking. Get here, straddle me, and ride my fucking cock are its precise words. Well, that’s what it says to me anyway.

I snap my attention back to the path to see Mr. Masters standing directly in front of the cart. I swerve, trying my best to avoid him, but it’s too late, and I hit him full force, running him over. The cart bounces twice as he goes under the wheel. I screech to a stop. Holy. Fucking. Hell.

Some days are bearable. Other days I can hardly breathe, and I suffocate in a world of regret where good reason has no sense. I never know when those days will hit, only that when I wake, my chest feels constricted and I need to run. I need to be anywhere but here, dealing with this life.

Look, I never believed in fate. I always thought that I would meet some beautiful young woman and it would be easy,” Tristan says. I listen intently. “And then I met Claire, and everything I thought I wanted went out the window. Her kids hated me and I had to fight tooth and nail to convince her to love me. Never in a million years did I ever imagine my life as it is now. But I honestly believe I am where I’m meant to be. Claire and those kids were meant for me, and the bigger picture of my destiny was already mapped out. They were my family long before I even met them; perhaps before they were even born it was decided that they would end up being mine.