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When I said you weren't getting kissed tonight, I meant it. But dammit, Sky. I had no idea how fucking difficult you would make it. — Colleen Hoover

Time to go," he says. "I already see this heading somewhere I'm too drunk to go right now. I'll see you tomorrow night." I jump up and run and block the window before he can leave. He stops in front of me and folds his arms over his chest. "Stay," I say. "Please. Just lay in bed with me. We can put pillows between us and I promise not to seduce you since you're drunk. Just stay for an hour, I don't want you to go yet." He immediately turns and heads back to the bed. "Okay," he says simply. He throws himself onto my bed and pulls the covers out from beneath him.
That was easy. — Colleen Hoover

Sky passed out on the road today," Karen says, changing the subject. "Some adorable man-boy carried her inside." I laugh.
"Guy, Mom. Please just say guy. — Colleen Hoover

Night is a curious child, wandering
Between earth and sky, creeping
In windows and doors, daubing
The entire neighborhood
With purple paint. — Frank Marshall Davis

Just seeing her again, even from a distance, reminds meof why I crave to be around her so much. It's only been a
few days, but since the moment I met her, no matter where I am, I'm constantly wondering about her. My attention is constantly homed in on her like I'm a compass and she's my North. — Colleen Hoover

What time should I come stalk you tomorrow?"
"Six-thirty?" She says breathlessly.
"Six-thirty sounds good." Six-thirty is my new favorite
time of day. — Colleen Hoover

Every time shespeaks or smiles or, God forbid, laughs ... my heart reacts like it's been sucker-punched. I hate it and like it and somehow have become addicted to it. Every time she speaks, the sucker-punch in my chest reminds me that there's still something there. — Colleen Hoover

I wonder if Dean is his nice persona and Holder is his scary one. Holder is definitely the one I saw at the grocery store earlier. I think I like Dean a lot better. — Colleen Hoover

But everything wrong with her is everything that draws me in and makes her perfect. She's flat-out rude to me and I love it. She's stubborn and I love it. — Colleen Hoover

Looks like we have quite the predicament here, boys." I smile at both of them, then eye the coffee in Breckin's hands. "I see the Mormon brought the queen her offering of coffee. Very impressive."
I look at Holder and cock my eyebrow. "Do you wish to reveal your offering, hopeless boy, so that I may decide who shall accompany me at the classroom throne today?"
Breckin looks at me like I've lost my mind. Holder laughs and picks his backpack up off the desk. "Looks like someone's in need of an ego-shattering text today. — Colleen Hoover

Speaking of ... does this mean you get your phone back?" I shrug. "I don't really want that phone back. I'm hoping my whipped boyfriend will get me an iPhone for Christmas. — Colleen Hoover

You're attracted to me?" "Oh, God," I groan. "That's the last thing you need for your ego." "That's probably true," he laughs. "Better hurry up and insult me before my ego gets as big as yours." "You need a hair cut," I blurt out. "Really bad. It gets in your eyes and you squint and you're constantly moving it out of the way like you're Justin Bieber and it's really distracting. — Colleen Hoover

It's okay to feel whatever you need to feel. Just promise me that you will never, ever feel guilty. Promise me that you will never blame yourself. It's not your fault. You're just a little girl and it's not your fault that your life is so much harder than it should be. And as much as you'll want to forget these things ever happened to you and as much as you'll want to forget this part of your life existed, I need for you to remember. — Colleen Hoover

What in the hell happened to your eye?" I laugh and roll off the bed, out of harm's way. "You happened." I make my way toward the window. "I need to clear my head. I'm gonna go for a run. Wanna come?" Six crinkles up her nose. "Yeah ... no. You have fun with that. — Colleen Hoover

He's quiet for a minute, then grins again. "I can't believe you think I'm hot."
"Shut up."
"You probably faked passing out the other day, just so you could be carried in my hot, sweaty, manly arms."
"Shut up."
"I'll bet you fantasize about me at night, right here in this bed."
"Shut up, Holder."
"You probably even ... "
I reach over and clamp my hand over his mouth. "You're way hotter when you aren't speaking. — Colleen Hoover

I don't know how this hopeless boy weaseled his way into my life this week, but I know i'm definitely not ready for him to leave. — Colleen Hoover

Want me to run with you?" he asks, nudging his head toward the sidewalk behind me.
Yes, please.
"No, it's fine. — Colleen Hoover

You fell asleep right when she was about to find out her mother's secret. How dare you. I'll be back tomorrow night so you can finish reading it to me. And by the way, you have really bad breath and you snore way too loud. — Colleen Hoover

Every time you wish the sky was something happening to your heart, you lose twice. — Olena Kalytiak Davis

I wonder ... because that's all I can do. Silently wonder about the hopeless boy who somehow burrowed himself into the forefront of my thoughts and won't go the hell away. — Colleen Hoover

Day sky to night sky, the change was so gradual it seemed not to have a boundary, but there was a point where you could say one had come and the other shoved aside. — Helen E. Davis

In my head, the sky is blue, the grass is green and cats are orange. — Jim Davis

Ancient indeed. Joppa was a walled city with a stone barricade curving like a quarter moon around the natural port. Along its length, seven watchtowers rose like pillars holding up the sky. The ancient port had long since outgrown its former boundaries, however. More people lived outside the city walls than within. — Davis Bunn

A company author bombs from the sky like the Air Force. A self-published author wins the battle by foot. — Judah Lee Davis

I always step on the plane with my right foot and touch the outside of the plane with my left hand. Sometimes you know there's someone standing there to welcome you to the plane and I have to kind of get them to move a little bit so I can put my hand on the outside of the plane. It's not a natural thing to be up in the sky in a little metal tube. — Hope Davis

Sure. But if the book sucks, we're re-evaluating the friendship. — Colleen Hoover

When you're creating your own shit, man, even the sky ain't the limit. — Miles Davis

Some changes occur suddenly like a brilliant flash of lightning striking across a dark sky. These changes are stunning, exciting but can be quickly forgotten. Other changes happen slowly, gradually, like a flower blooming in early spring, each day unfurling its petals another fraction of an inch towards the warm, nurturing sun. These changes are as inevitable as nature running its course; they're meant to be. — Suzi Davis

I can feel Ari's mounting excitement the farther we walk. She's bouncing up and down like a kangaroo on speed. I feel the bulk of the box pressing against my leg as we walk, and I contemplate all that I've decided to tell her tonight. Lifting my head, I stare in awe at the light of a thousand stars illuminating the dark, night sky. The setting really couldn't be any more romantic, any more perfect. — Siobhan Davis

To accept the environmentalist argument that the suffering of individual animals is inconsequential compared to the ozone layer, we must be willing to admit that the sufferings of minority groups, raped women, battered wives, abused children, people sitting on death row, and our loved ones are small potatoes beneath the hole in the sky. To worry about any of them is, in effect, to miniaturize the big picture to portraits of battered puppy dogs. — Karen Davis

The sky has stopped
offering you reasons to live and your heart is the rock
you threw through each window
of what's deserted you, so you turn
to the burnt out building inside you: the scaffolding
overhead, the fallen beams,
the unsound framework;
according to the blue that's printed on the inside of your arms
you have no plans, no plans
uncovered, or uncovering: the offing is emptying,
the horizon empty
now that your sanity is
a tarp or a bedsheet
in the rough hands of the wind,
now that everything is hooded
in drop cloth.
It didn't happen
overnight. Or maybe it did:
your heart, the rock;
your soul, the Gothic barn. — Olena Kalytiak Davis

You shouldn't offer cookies without milk, you know. You're a pretty pathetic hostess. — Colleen Hoover

I had fun today," he says. "You're kind of weird. — Colleen Hoover

I just practically begged him to kiss me, and he's critiquing my grammar? — Colleen Hoover

Do me a favor?
Anything. I'll do anything you ask me to, so long as you're shirtless. — Colleen Hoover

A young Harvard student, traveled west to Oklahoma to live among the Kiowa and participate in the solemn rites of the peyote cult. In one photograph the land appears as a blur of dust, the sky fading to gray, the air darkened by soil worked loose by the wind, the farmhouses — Wade Davis

And so I sit on the dunes in my carefully mismatched clothes, hour after hour, day after day, frozen in my looking back. 'Do not look behind you...lest you be swept away.' That is what scripture say. Only there is nowhere for me to look but back. No future. No redemption. Like Lot's wife, I am turned to salt, my tired eyes trained on the blue-gray horizon, where sea meets sky, where my yesterday's met my tomorrows, a ragtag eccentric, watching and waiting for something that never comes. — Barbara Davis

He flashes me his dimple-laden grin, and I faint.
No ... literally. I fainted. — Colleen Hoover

I take my seat and pick the e-reader back up. "You know, Breckin. You really are pretty damn great." He smiles and winks at me. "It's the Mormon in me. We're a pretty awesome people. — Colleen Hoover

I Love you, Hope — Colleen Hoover

Months ago, he'd told Effie, grandmother to his eldest brother's wife, that he was too busy to find a woman. He went on to brag he was quite happy being alone. That the only way he'd even consider a woman was if she dropped from the feckin' sky.He groaned and downed his first cup of coffee. Him and his big whisky loosened tongue. — Vonnie Davis

Holder: "You live over on Conroe, that's over two miles away."
Sky: "You know what street I live on?"
Holder: "Yeah. Linden Sky Davis, born September 29th. 1455 Conroe Street. Five feet three inches. Donor."
Sky: [take a step backward and confused]
Holder: "Your ID. You showed me your ID earlier. At the store."
Sky: "You look at it for two seconds."
Holder: "I have a good memory."
Sky: "You stalk."
Holder: "I stalk? You're the one standing in front of my house. — Colleen Hoover

There's a gate?" I ask, confused. "Why do we always climb the fence?"
He shoots me a sly grin. "You were in a dress the two times we've been here. Where's the fun in walking through a gate? — Colleen Hoover

I keep forgetting you're technologically challenged. — Colleen Hoover

In unison, they recited an ancient rhyme.
"With one blue eye to rule the sky,
An eye of brown controls the ground;
Magic swirls within our souls,
Cryptic, mystic, spiritualistic,
To protect the weak from evil's effect,
Elements guide us, ever bind us.
A band of witches scattered wide
From Warlock Morpheus we must hide. — Vonnie Davis