True love, is the love that seduces and will never allow itself to be seduced.
     ― Paulo Coelho,
  
    
      Manuscript Found in Accra

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True love, is the love that seduces and will never allow itself to be seduced. ...
Stuff happens to most people. One thing going wrong, I mean. One family member missing a chance to help. One who cuts you off. One person with her own shit to deal with. One of those things isn't enough to send you falling through the cracks. But all of them together, they accumulate. An abandoned mother here. A missing uncle there. A disappearing father 2 generations back. A friendship broken by fear or mistrust or addiction. Genes that make you vulnerable to certain problems. Two children who aren't loved right meeting up when they're not really adults yet and having 2 more children who aren't loved right. It adds up. It all adds up.
     ― Sara Zarr,
  
    
      Gem & Dixie

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Stuff happens to most people. One thing going wrong, I mean. One family member missing a chance to...
Tell me," he demanded as he pushed me further under the water so he could share it with me too. "Tell me what the look was about," he added so I couldn't use confusion as a stalling tactic again. "It's nothing it's just..." I exhaled loud enough to call it a sigh as I shrugged a shoulder. "I'm... happy.""Really?" he asked, rolling his eyes. "Happy? That's what all the fuss is about? Pretty sure I wouldn't want you to be miserable around me, sweetheart.""It's not that. It's..." I trailed off, uncomfortable. How do you tell someone that you had only known a couple weeks that being around them gave you a soul-deep kind of contentedness? I was pretty sure there was no way to say that without coming off as clingy or batshit crazy. "I make you happy," he guessed, no inflection in his voice pointing at anything but understanding."I guess that's how I would put it.""And that'd be a problem because," he prompted, reaching past me for a bar of soap and sudsing it up in his hands. When I didn't say anything, he reached out toward me and started soaping up my shoulders, breasts, belly. "Look Maddy, that's the point of being with someone, isn't it? To find some kind of happiness there?""Yeah, it just seems a little, I don't know... soon.""Because of the break-up or just in general?"That was a good question. Maybe both."Can I ask you something?" he asked at my silence."Sure.""We've known each other for weeks. Granted, the physical part of this is new, but we've talked about everything from food and TV to books and politics. How can this feel too soon?"He had a point. "I guess you're right," I admitted as his soapy hand moved lower."Good, now we got that shit out of the way," he said as his fingers slid between my thighs and up, working soapy circles over my clit until my hands had to slap down on his shoulders to stay upright.So then he made sure I was thoroughly clean.And then we went to bed and he made me dirty all over again.I fell asleep thinking he was right; it wasn't too soon.And while it was smart to be prudent, as Brant yanked me onto his chest and fell asleep with his hand in my hair because he had been absentmindedly stroking it when he passed out, I decided to remember that I couldn't let fear make me ration out my feelings. I wasn't going to sabotage something that made me happy.
     ― Jessica Gadziala,
  
    
      Peace, Love, & Macarons

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Tell me," he demanded as he pushed me further under the water so he could share it with...
Hellooo. The ferry captain shot a thumb at her Jeep. Gonna get it off ? Oh. She laughed. Sorry. Releasing Nicole, she ran back onto the ferry and slid behind the wheel. By the time she revved the engine, Nicole was in the passenger’s seat, sliding a hand over the timeworn dashboard. I am paying you for this. Charlotte shot her a startled look and inched forward. For this car? You are not. You wouldn’t have bought it if it weren’t for my book, and you won’t take money for that. Because it’s your book. I’m just along for the ride. She laughed at her own words. Can you believe, this is the first car I’ve ever owned? She eased it onto the dock. Is it real or what? Totally real, Nicole said, though momentarily wary. Safe on the highway? It got me here. Charlotte waved at the captain. Thank you! Still crawling along, she drove carefully off the pier. When she was on firm ground, she stopped, angled sideways in the seat, and addressed the first of the ghosts. I’m sorry about your dad, Nicki. I wanted to be there. I just couldn’t. Seeming suddenly older, Nicole smiled sadly. You were probably better off. There were people all over the place. I didn’t have time to think. A heart attack? Massive. No history of heart problems? None. That’s scary. How’s Angie? Nicole’s mother. Charlotte had phoned her, too, and though Angie had said all the right words—Yes, a tragedy, he loved you, too, you’re a darling to call—she had sounded distracted. Bad, Nicole confirmed. They were so in love. And he loved Quinnipeague. His parents bought the house when he was little. He actually proposed to Mom here. They always said that if I’d been a boy, they’d have named me Quinn. She can’t bear to come now. That’s why she’s selling. She can’t even come to pack up. This place was so him. Woo-hoo, came a holler that instantly lifted the mood. Look who’s here! A stocky woman, whose apron covered a T-shirt and shorts, was trotting down the stairs from the lower deck of the Chowder House. Dorey Jewett had taken over from her father midway through Charlotte’s summers here and had brought the place up to par with the best of city restaurants. She had the gleaming skin of one who worked over steam, but the creases by her eyes, as much from smiling as from squinting over the harbor, suggested she was nearing sixty. Missy here
     ― Barbara Delinsky,
  
    
      The Right Wrong Number

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Hellooo. The ferry captain shot a thumb at her Jeep. Gonna get it off ? Oh. She laughed....
I could win you a goldfish.""I don't think that's be fair to the goldfish," Gemma said. "I've had about a dozen of them, and they all seem to die within days of me getting them.""Oh, yeah." Alex smiled crookedly. "I remember you making your dad bury them out in the backyard.""They were my pets, and they deserved a proper burial.""I better be careful around you." Alex stepped back from her cautiously, giving her a wide berth. "You're a goldfish mass murderer. I don't know what you're capable of.""Stop!" Gemma laughed. "I didn't kill them on purpose! I was little. I think I overfed them. Out of love, though.""That's even scarier," he teased. "Do you plan to kill me with kindness?""Maybe." She narrowed her eyes at him and tried to look menacing, making him laugh.
     ― Amanda Hocking,
  
    
      Wake

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I could win you a goldfish.""I don't think that's be fair to the goldfish," Gemma said. "I've had...
We must go out into a desert of some kind (your backyard will do) and come into a personal experience of the awesome love of God.
     ― Brennan Manning,
  
    
      The Ragamuffin Gospel: Good News for the Bedraggled, Beat-Up, and Burnt Out

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We must go out into a desert of some kind (your backyard will do) and come into a...
if you don’t say what you need to say when you have a chance…you’ll regret it. Even if you’re mad, say it. Scream it into the world while you still have a chance to. Because once life passes you by, it’s gone. And so are the words left unspoken.
     ― Brittainy C. Cherry,
  
    
      Loving Mr. Daniels

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if you don’t say what you need to say when you have a chance…you’ll regret it. Even if...
You are all soldiers of Christ," he said, "and now is an opportunity given to you to show that you are worthy soldiers. When the troops of a worldly monarch go into battle they do so with head erect, with proud and resolute bearing, with flashing eye, and with high courage, determined to bear aloft his banner and to crown it with victory, even though it cost them their lives. Such is the mien that soldiers of Christ should bear in the mortal strife now raging round us. Let them show the same fearlessness of death, the same high courage, the same unlimited confidence in their Leader. What matter if they die in His service? He has told them what their work should be. He has bidden them visit the sick and comfort the sorrowing. What if there be danger in the work? Did He shrink from the Cross which was to end His work of love, and is it for His followers to do so? 'Though you go down into the pit,' He has said, 'I am there also'; and with His companionship one must be craven indeed to tremble. This is a noble opportunity for holding high the banner of Christ. There is work to be done for all, and as the work is done, men should see by the calm courage, the cheerfulness, and the patience of those that do it, that they know that they are doing His work, and that they are content to leave the issue, whatever it be, in His hands.
     ― G. A. HENTY

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You are all soldiers of Christ," he said, "and now is an opportunity given to you to show...
There was the amount of time you'd known someone and then there was the way you'd spent that time.
     ― Jill Shalvis,
  
    
      He's So Fine

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There was the amount of time you'd known someone and then there was the way you'd spent that...
Tal was looking at Hank when he said, "Just a moment. I want to hear it one more time."As they watched, Bernice found her way to Hank and Mary. She began to week openly, and spoke some quiet but impassioned words to them. Hank and Mary listened, as did the others nearby, and as they listened, they began to smile. They put their arms around her, they told her about Jesus, and then they began to weep as well. Finally, as the saints were gathered and Bernice was surrounded with loving arms, Hank said the words, "Let's pray...
     ― Frank E. Peretti

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Tal was looking at Hank when he said, "Just a moment. I want to hear it one more...