I trust you not to kill, main, or drown me without just…

“When religion demands you refrain from doing something otherwise benign, that's just a provocation to do it more.”

— David Silverman

Who, in the midst of just provocation to anger, instantly finds the fit word which settles all around him in silence is more than…

— Johann Kaspar Lavater

“You can't honestly be thinking about going back there," said Alex. "Apparently my brother isn't only lacking in people skills," said Kenzie. "He's also…

— Jena Leigh

“He reached out, put his hands on her shoulders and pressed downwards. She fell into a seated position against a fallen tree. "Sit," he…

— Jena Leigh

“She's fine," said Declan, defensive. "You're fine, right?" She gave him a look. "Peachy." "See? Both Alex and her astounding wit have made it…

— Jena Leigh

“She'd known the guy a grand total of five minutes and he'd already left her a sour first impression. The last thing she ought…

— Jena Leigh

“You coming?" She hesitated, weighing her options. Risk running back down the flaming aisles to find another exit? Or trust the guy who'd been…

— Jena Leigh

“Where are we?" She sat up. "My room at the cabin." "Your room?" He propped himself up on one elbow and shrugged his other…

— Jena Leigh

“Just keep her away from bookstores, if you can." Bookstores. Thanks, Grayson. That helps. Apparently whoever said, "no harm ever came from reading a…

— Jena Leigh

“He wants to get back together," she finished. "And you said...?" he tried to keep his tone disinterested. "I haven't said anything," she said.…

— Jena Leigh

“Declan, get your ass out of bed!" A light flicked on and Declan stumbled into view through the open window. He looked to be…

— Jena Leigh

“It’s despicable of an author to kill his main personage solely for stirring imagination of indifferent or mean minds.”

— Lara Biyuts

“Trust can kill you or set you free.”

— Cathrine Parker

Too much trust sometimes kill you..

— Ritu Ghatourey

The friend who knows a lot more than you do will bring difficulties, and grief, and sickness, as medicine, as happiness, as the essence…

— Rumi