Top 156 Quotes & Sayings by Tammara Webber

When you finally figure out what you really want, everything else pales in comparison.

The way he kissed me felt like a brand. Like he was tattooing himself under my skin.

Look - guys are dogs. Women have known this since the beginning of time. Guys don't want to be chased; they chase. So if you're going to catch one, you have to know how to make him chase you.

You 're so beautiful.

I try to be rational and suppress the hope that this is for real, but hope has a way of closing its eyes to reason and it just keeps growing.

It was as though he didn't exist, and then suddenly, he was everywhere.

I don't believe there's a reason for everything, and having faith doesn't mean I'm blind. I believe people make poor choices. I believe bad things happen to good people. I believe there's evil in the word that I will never understand, but will never stop fighting.

No matter what happened to any individual person, life was going on elsewhere. The first time Kennedy kissed me, it stood to reason that at the same time, other people were splitting up. And the night Kennedy broke my heart, somewhere - maybe right there in my dorm, other people were falling in love.

I belong to you. There is no one else. All I want is to be where you are.

Some of us can begin to heal the damage people have done to us by escaping the situation, but some of us need more than that. Tattoos make statements that need to be made. Or hide things that are no one’s business. Your scars are battle wounds, but you don’t see them that way. Yet.

There's something uncontaminated about her, and I don't even mean sexually or whatever. I mean the way she is, at her core. Like when you wake up and the world has been blanketed by snow overnight, and not a single footstep or tire track has spoiled the untouched perfection of it.

There are a million ways to lose someone you love.

I wanted to tell you that I just--I miss you. And maybe that sounds ridiculous--like we barely know each other, but between the emails and texts and... everything else, I felt like we did. Like we do. and I miss--I don't know how else to say it--I miss both of you.

Every moment was a before and an after. Every moment was a now to be lived.

I want to see your tattoos." "You do, huh?

sometimes, how a situation is perceived carries more weight than the reality of the matter.

When you find yourself about to say something that crosses a line, something that could cause irreparable harm, sometimes the best you can do is just not say that thing.

Bonus: I now knew what Erin meant by lickable abs.

Rather than raising his voice like everyone else, he leaned close to my ear and asked, "Dance with me?" I felt his warm breath and inhale the scent of his aftershave -something basic and male.

Growing up with my dad taught me to either lie like a pro or not bother.

That's how they say it: He loves you in his own way. Well, what about my way? What if I need for him to love me in my way?

How did you know??? I'm Erin. I know all. ;)

No offense to hot girls everywhere- but newsflash- there are hot girls everywhere.

I've changed since I've known you. Not because you made me into someone else - but because you showed me a path I'd never paid attention to, and I chose to follow it.

The key to lying skillfully is never lie to yourself.

What do you say when the feelings don't fit into words?

Few of us can actually change the world. We can only change ourselves. But if enough people took that to heart, the world would change.

Brooke?” I puff out a sigh. “For chrissake, Reid, who do you think it is? And haven’t you put me into your contacts yet?” “Yeah... It just says Satan, though, and I forgot I’d assigned that title to you.

Alarmed, I realized what my visceral reaction implied: jealousy. Over a guy I barely knew, with whom I’d exchanged more saliva than sentences.

"Keep looking at me,” she said, laughing as though we were having an amusing conversation. “He’s staring at you. And I mean staring. That boy is undressing you with his eyes. Can you feel it?” Her expression was triumphant. Could I feel his stare? I can now, thanks, I thought.

That’s what faith is, right?’ he says. ‘Believing in what can’t be known? Fall into my arms, Dori. I’ll catch you, every time, and I won’t let go.

The exception is I'm not going away. Don't ask me to do that ever again.

And I’m okay, I really am, most of the time. But sometimes, I’m just not.

When you tell me to be good, it makes me want to be good,' I say, hearing the undisguised desire in my voice. I run my fingers through the hair at her temples, taking her face between my palms, and she doesn't move. 'It also makes me want to be very, very bad.

He's already chasing you. Now all you have to do is keep running. Just not too fast.

Chivalry isn't really dead you know." "Oh?" "Nah. That guy's just an asshole.

The getting is easy; the keeping is the important part.

The night we met-I'm not like that guy." His jaw was rigid. "I know tha-" He placed a finger over my lips, his expression softening. "So I don't want you to feel pressured. Or overpowered. But I do, absolutely, want to kiss you right now. Badly.

I kept my eyes open on the ride home. Peeking over Lucas's shoulder, i watched the scenery fly by-and it was exhilarating, not frightening. I trusted him. I had since that first night, when i let him drive me home.

Testing her sexuality, she thinks she's caught a beautiful fish, when in reality, she's netted a shark.

I didn’t realize I was frozen in place until a classmate shouldered into me, knocking my heavy backpack from my shoulder. “’Scuse me,” he grumbled, his tone more Get out of the way than Sorry I ran into you. As I bent to retrieve my backpack, praying Kennedy and his fangirl hadn’t seen me, a hand grasped the strap and swung the pack up from the floor. I straightened and looked into clear gray-blue eyes. “Chivalry isn’t really dead, you know.

Ooh, J, he's got ink too." "Just when i didn't think he could get any hotter.

Jackie?" "It wasn't your fault.

He laughed, and the sound reduced the pain of every sore place on my body to the dullest ache.

I never wanted you to get hurt, but i wanted to take you from him.

Alcohol removes inhibitions. It doesn't trigger criminal violence where there was none before.

I'm a hopeful romantic who adores novels with happy endings, because there are enough sad endings in real life.

But the scars are always there, waiting for something to poke them.

LUCAS: I've done a couple from memory but they aren't the same. Can't quite get the shape of your jaw. The line of your neck. And your lips. I need to spend more time staring at them and less time tasting them. ME: I can't say i agree with that notion. LUCAS: More of both, then.

Time would not change what I was feeling--or not feeling. I'd had time, and though the ache from his desertion hadn't disappeared, it was decreasing. My future was blurry, yes, but I was beginning to imagine a future when I would no longer miss him at all.

Not. Your. Fault." I nodded again, holding onto his words like they were redemption.

I thought about texting Lucas, but what would i say? That I'd tossed and turned all night, thinking of his hands on me?

I say I don't believe in love, but that's not really true - love is just the name of an emotion. It's like on steroids. It's lust with ethics.

Tonight I want to stand on the side of a cliff and look down, dare the wind to gust and knock me off. Everyone thinks that falling to your death is the worst thing that can happen. But that’s a lie. The worst thing is to be alive for no reason.

ME: You 're a sick girl. ERIN: Guilty as charged. :)

Love is not the absence of logic but logic examined and recalculated heated and curved to fit inside the contours of the heart.

I'd basically described myself: a quiet, studious bookworm who would go to bed at a decent hour. A non-partier who wouldn't bring a parade of boys through our room, or make it the floor headquarters for beer pong.

oh... so this is what all the fuss is about.

No matter what grief or loss takes place, most of life flows on all around us, as though nothing's changed. At some point in our sorrow, we each make a choice to sink or swim. There's no alternative.

He brushed my tears from my face. "How did I find you?