J. R. Ward

Welcome to the wonderful world of jealousy, he thought. For the price of admission, you get a splitting headache, a nearly irresistable urge to commit murder, and an inferiority complex. Yippee.

I was dead until you found me, though I breathed. I was sightless, though I could see. And then you came...and I was awakened.

Some things are destined to be -- it just takes us a couple of tries
to get there.

You are a manipulator.
I like to think of myself more as an outcome engineer.

You know,” he said, “this is why I love you so much.”
Her tone was heartbreakingly warm. “What do you mean?”
You don’t ask me to go inside because it’s cold. You just want to make it easier for me to be where I want to stand

You never knew the last time you were seeing someone. You didn't know when the last argument happened, or the last time you had sex, or the last time you looked into their eyes and thanked God they were in your life.
After they were gone?
That was all you thought about.
Day and night.

Some bridges you crossed on your own, no matter who drove you to the edge.

I love you. And I'm going to keep loving you even after you don't know I exist.

Life is such a glorious trauma, is it not?