Quotes by Tiffany Reisz

There are only two reasons why you leave someone youre still in love with - either its the right thing to do, or its the only thing to do.

God, I love a man who reads

Hope is something God gives us. Hope is...Hope is a bright light on a dark night. If your hope is guiding you into this shore, then this is where you should drop your anchor.

Hope was other people, no matter what the philosophers said. And this was a time that needed hope.

At moments like this, he was lost to himself, lost in the shadows that hid beneath his heart. Rarely did he let himself go and when he did it was only with her.

I warned you I like to play games.

I have trouble respecting a woman who gives away for free what she could sell for good money. Whores are the only women who know their own worth. I mean that.

...I know how she must have felt. Pressure to be in charge of the world. So much responsibility. The whole world on her...to let go and just give herself to you, to give up to you... Im glad you understand...few women do. Oh, they do. Theyre just afraid to admit it... in the dusty dark little corner of every womans heart... lives the hunger to fetch a powerful man his slippers on her hands and knees.

The love is in the waiting...

Words are the thread in the fabric of the universe.

It’s good to live in the past. It’s sexier here

I will say only this - when le prête is in the right mood, he can make even the devil afraid to turn his back

Fate was a train that didnt stop until it reached its final destination.

Fate. Sounds romantic.”“You must not know anything about mythology, then, Mr. McQueen. In all the old myths, the Fates were the villains.

You have always been my only muse. I cannot paint or sculpt. I have only my words to render your likeness. Sometimes I wish I were both God and Adam so I could tear out my rib and create you from my own flesh. I would say I’d create you from my heart, but I gave that to you when you left me. But that’s a cliché, isn’t it? Sadly, that’s all I have these days. The whole story is a cliché. I desired you. I ate of you. I lost you. That ancient story – older than the Garden, old as the Snake. I would have liked to call this story of ours The Temptation but the word temptation, once the province of pious theologians, has now been co-opted by every third second-rate romance novelist. And although I loved you, my beautiful girl, this is not a romance novel.

Hurt is a bruise on the outside. Harm is a bruise on the inside.

Hurt but do not harm?” Zach asked. “What’s the difference?” “Hurt is a bruise on the outside.” Nora sipped her mineral water delicately. “Harm is a bruise on the inside. If you’re a masochist, pain feels like love to you. Not being hurt is what hurts.

Im no optimist, she said as she opened the cabinet door. Im just a realist who smiles too much.

His biggest gripe with religion was the concept of heaven, of paradise, that we could only get there after we died. He said any philosophy that cared more about life after death than life before death wasn’t anything he could believe in. That’s why he called this farm Paradise. He said Paradise was ours if we wanted it. It was ours to make in the here and now, not something out there in the future that we had to wait for.

...you belong here, and it’s time you realize it. No one put a Scarlet A on your chest. This church is for human beings, not saints and angels.