Breathing Room

I finally figured out that not every crisis can be managed. As much as we want to keep ourselves safe, we can't protect ourselves from everything. If we want to embrace life, we also have to embrace chaos.

She threw up her hands. "All right. Why not?" Why not?" Sure." His arms fell to his sides. "That's it? I pour my heart out. I love you so much I've got freakin' tears in my eyes. And all I get in return is 'Why not'?" What did you expect? Am I supposed to fall all over you just because you've finally come to your senses?" Would it be too much to ask?"...He'd begun to glare at her again, his eyes growing stormier by the minute."When do you think you might be ready? To fall all over me, that is.

Just love me, Harry. That's what I wanted to say. Love me like you used to. Like I was special instead of a cross you have to bear. Like the differences between us are good things instead of something awful. I want it to be the way it used to be when you looked at me as though you couldn't believe I was yours. Like I was the most wonderful creature in the world. I know I don't look the way I did then. I know I have stretch marks everywhere, and I know how much you used to love my breasts, and now they're halfway to my knees, and I hate this, and I hate that you don't love me like you used to, and I hate the fact that you're making me beg!

I was kidding. Even I'm not that promiscuous. You guru people have no sense of humor.” “I'm not a guru people, and I happen to have a very well developed sense of humor. Why else would I still be talking to you?

A villain always preferred luring the heroine to his lair.

He pushed the steelframed glasses up on his perfect nose. “I don't pay much attention to the selfhelp movement, but even I've heard of you. Is the doctorate real or phony?” “I have a very real Ph.D. in psychology, which qualifies me to make a fairly accurate diagnosis: “You're a jerk. Now, leave me alone.

Someone's moved these crates away from the wall. Go up to the house, will you, and see if you can find a flashlight? I want a better look." "Here." She pulled out the small flashlight she'd stuck in her pocket. "Do you have any idea how annoying that is?" "I'll try not to do it again.

Sometimes we focus on other' flaws so we don't have to focus on our own.

I love you, he shouted, but he kept the words inside his head, because they were too small to express the immensity of what he felt.

As much as we want to keep ourselves safe, we can’t protect ourselves from everything. If we want to embrace life, we also have to embrace chaos.

She was everything to him—his friend, his lover, his conscience, his passion. She was the answer to all the prayers he’d never had enough sense to pray. And if he wasn’t as perfect for her as he wanted to be, she’d just have to work harder to improve him.

She was a gift—a gift he nearly hadn’t found the guts to claim. Now, as he watched her standing fearless against the elements, her power stole his breath.

People try to bail out without a fight, and too often people take the easy way out. Doesn't anybody have backbone anymore?" -- Dr. Isabel Favor, America's diva of self-help.

When did we get the idea that disposable marriages were all right? Shouldn't people have figured out by now that it's not going to be easy? Marriage takes hard work. It takes sacrifice and commitment." -- Dr. Isabel Favor, America's diva of self-help.