Travis Mia Sheridan Quotes

It turns out, your heart is made of gold, even if it’s a bit tarnished.

But she made me want to become the man she deserved. She made me braver, and stronger. Because of her, I wanted to be the best version of myself. And that, I think, is what love does, if it’s really love.

All the things that have brought us pain, carve a distinct hole in our heart, and there’s someone else out there with the perfect something that will fill the void. And in turn, we get to do the same for them. And suddenly, it all makes sense. It all fits. Because we haven’t been forsaken. We’ve been prepared.

We’ve all made mistakes, Travis,” she said. “We get to reinvent ourselves. And if the new version is even better, it means we’ve learned and we’ve grown.” “That easy?” “No.” She laughed softly. “No, not easy. But . . . but I think it might be worth it.

I deserved to have dreams. And how would they ever come true if I wasn’t willing to stop, face my past, and then move on, unencumbered, into my future?

I’m in love with Haven Torres. Deeply, miserably, completely in love with her.

Oh, I’ll date you, Haven from California. I’m going to date the hell out of you. No one will have been dated harder…

I wanted this woman to know me. But with the realization came fear, because if she truly knew me, if she knew all the things I’d said and done, not as a child, not as a teenager, but as an adult who should have known and done better, she’d turn away in disgust. And why shouldn’t she?

Second best. Second best. You’re nothing but second best.

She made me braver and stronger. Because of her, I wanted to be the best version of myself. And that, I think, is what love does, if it’s really love.

You didn’t mean to involve your heart I know. But you did. We both did. And one of us has to be brave and say it. One of us has to be the first to lay their heart on the line,” he finished, gaze beseeching. … “Give us a chance, Haven.

Weren't all of us a compilation of the versions of ourselves we'd once been? Maybe if we were lucky—and insightful—we learned how to extract the good, and leave the bad behind, the parts that hadn’t worked for us, and instead brought nothing but pain. Maybe.

She gave me a searching look. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Well, I’d live. Apparently. I nodded. Yes. No. I don’t know. What I did know—suddenly and unmistakably—was that she was capable of shattering my heart. And if she was going to, all I could do was let her.

How do you know what to change, and what to hold on to?” I asked. Were there parts of me that were good and valuable, or did I scrap it all and start completely from scratch? And if that was the case, how in the hell did one go about doing that? Especially in a small town where stories became legend, and every buried secret eventually rose to the surface?

All the things that have brought us pain carve a distinct hole in our heart, and there’s someone else out there with the perfect something that will fill the void. And in turn, we get to do the same for them. And suddenly, it all makes sense. It all fits. Because we haven’t been forsaken. We’ve been prepared.

We’ve all made mistakes, Travis,” she said. “We get to reinvent ourselves. And if the new version is even better, it means we’ve learned and we’ve grown.

We get to reinvent ourselves. And if the new version is even better, it means we’ve learned and we’ve grown.

In some ways I was still flying by the seat of my pants when it came to being a person others might be proud to know.

She was no prom queen, true. She was more timeless than that. Botticelli. Aphrodite. Helen of Troy, sprang to mind.

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No. I notice that they all know exactly who they are and they make no apologies for it. We should strive to be like them.

It’s meant to work that way, isn’t it?” Burt asked. “All the things that have brought us pain, carve a distinct hole in our heart, and there’s someone else out there with the perfect something that will fill the void. And in turn, we get to do the same for them. And suddenly, it all makes sense. It all fits. Because we haven’t been forsaken. We’ve been prepared.

Because I’m second best, Travis. We both are. We always have been.

Weren’t all of us a compilation of the versions of ourselves we’d once been? Maybe if we were lucky—and insightful—we learned how to extract the good and leave the bad behind, the parts that hadn’t worked for us and instead brought nothing but pain.

All the things that have brought us pain, carve a distinct hole in our heart, and there’s someone else out there with the perfect something that will fill the void. And in turn, we get to do the same for them. And suddenly, it all makes sense. It all fits. Because we haven’t been forsaken. We’ve been prepared.

Stay with me, guys,” I told the plants. I picked up my cell phone and called Haven’s number. “Chief Hale,” she said sweetly. “Are you home?” “Uh, yes. Why?” “Meet me out front,” I demanded. “And bring…” My mind searched for the right apparatus or product or tool that might help these sorry suckers. “Bring the hose!” I shouted.

I’d always felt self-conscious about my hair. I’d always tried to control it but rarely managed the impossible task. As a little girl, I’d wished on stars to make it straight and fine, like the Barbie dolls my mom sometimes let me pick out of the toy bin at the thrift store. But the way Travis Hale was looking at it in that moment made me whisper a prayer of deep gratitude that those stars had ignored my plea.

What I did know—suddenly and unmistakably—was that she was capable of shattering my heart. And if she was going to, all I could do was let her.