Romance Quote by Lotchie Burton — Inspiring Words on Life, Love & Wisdom

“Gabe suffers from survivor’s remorse. He won’t admit it because he doesn’t see it. Can’t recognize it in himself. He overcompensates for coming back alive, when so many didn’t. He’s got issues. You’ve got issues. Everyone has issues. But issues are a part of life. And whether we like it or not, even bad things happen for a reason.”

“His fall from grace is imminent and the vultures are circling. Waiting to pick his bones clean.”

“This isn’t a one-and-done thing for me. So, if you think you’re going to use me to scratch an itch, then you’d better think again.”

“I’ve never been accused of having good sense when it comes to being careful. I guess my attraction to the what-if possibilities far outweigh my fear of an oh-crap reality.”

“He played me like a mindless puppet. He jerked my strings…and I did cartwheels.”

“I suppose knowing where you are is better than having you skulk around, popping out of dark alleys and doorways. It eliminates the possibility of shooting you by accident. If I know where you are, I can shoot you on purpose.”

“And supernatural? Only science not yet understood.”

“Good evening, Miss Steele. You are the ninth-loveliest woman at this ball.”

“Life is just a series of dumb decisions and indecisions and coincidences that we choose to ascribe meaning to. School cafeteria out of your favorite pastry today? It must be because the universe is trying to keep you on your diet.. Thanks, Universe! You missed your train? Maybe the train’s going to explode in the tunnel, or Patient Zero for some horrible bird flu (waterfowl, goose, pterodactyl) is on that train, and thanks goodness you weren’t on it after all. Thanks, Universe! No one bothers to follow up with destiny, though. The cafeteria just forgot there was another bow in the back, and you got a slice of cake from your friend anyway. You fumed while waiting for another train, but one came along eventually. No one died on the train you missed. No one so much as sneezed. We tell ourselves there are reasons for the things that happen, but we’re just telling ourselves stories. We make them up. They don’t mean anything.”

“He loved her all he could; but he couldn't love her very much.”

“Amy, listen to me. What I do. The choices I make. They're mine. Only mine. The consequences of those decisions—mine.”