“You love him, don't you?" "That's an impossible question to answer." "No it isn't," she argued. "It's a simple yes or no. You either love someone or you don't." "I don't know. Maybe." "Renee, maybe is not an acceptable answer.… — Rachel K. Burke Copy Share
“Love is a funny thing. It's as if you spend your whole life waiting for it, and then, when it finally happens, everything just… — Rachel K. Burke Copy Share Image
“So, Buckley, huh?" he asked, pulling away from me. "You think he deserves that much credit?" "Well, he did bring us together and all,"… — Rachel K. Burke Copy Share Image
“You love him, don't you?" "That's an impossible question to answer." "No it isn't," she argued. "It's a simple yes or no. You either love someone or you don't." "I don't know. Maybe." "Renee, maybe is not an acceptable answer. That's like saying you're a little bit pregnant and or caught a touch of breast cancer. Deep down, you know… — Rachel K. Burke Copy Share
“I was the only creature with a vagina who would duck if someone ever tried to hand me a baby. I was too selfish… — Rachel K. Burke Copy Share Image
“I think trust is an important part of any relationship. but I also think it's something that can be rebuilt if you're willing to… — Rachel K. Burke Copy Share Image
“So, you really think…” Dylan’s voice trailed off as soon as he saw me. His eyes moved up and down my entire body, staring… — Rachel K. Burke Copy Share Image
“I hated the term "heartbroken." It was such an understatement. "Broken" typically implied you were talking about something you could put back together. Or… — Rachel K. Burke Copy Share Image
“I want to be with someone who understand me, who at least cares enough about me to try to understand.” — Rachel K. Burke Copy Share Image
“Excuse me," he greeted, smiling. "I'm sorry to bother you, but do either of you know how to get to the Nokia Theater?" "Absolutely,"… — Rachel K. Burke Copy Share Image
“Do you really like Quincy or are you just saying that?" I asked. Dylan held up his index finger and finished swallowing his toast.… — Rachel K. Burke Copy Share Image
“Along with the punctuality gene, the liar gene had skipped out on me as well. I was officially the world's worst liar. I could've… — Rachel K. Burke Copy Share Image
