“We reach the corner, and I begin to head back in the direction of the apartment complex, but I notice he’s stopped… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“It’s funny how he refuses to make eye contact during sex yet can’t seem to keep his eyes off me the rest… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“Me: Why don't you ever practice on your balcony like you used to? This question gets me immediate eye contact from him,… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“Some people they grow wiser as they grow older. Unfortunately, most people just grow older.” — Colleen Hoover Copy Share
“You can't get mad at a real ending. Some of them are ugly. It's the fake happily ever afters that should piss you off.” — Colleen Hoover Copy Share
“I tilt my head and look at him. He's watching me, but I can't tell what his face is trying to convey. If I… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share
Love and hate, despite their polar opposites, are both feelings that are induced by passion. I can handle that. It's the indifference I don't… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share
“We'll either come to a mutual understanding of one another, or he's going to kill me and chop me up into tiny pieces and… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share
“The sky is always beautiful. Even when it's dark or rainy or cloudy, it's still beautiful to look at. It's my favourite thing because… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share
“Ridge: Oh, and btw, I didn't write that on your forehead. What? I run to the dresser and look in the mirror for the… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share
“That's all I need," I say. "Well...I need the lamp. And the astray. And the remote control. And the paddleball game. And you, Dean… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share
“Because if you've never felt anything when someone's kissed you, then no one's ever really kissed you.” — Colleen Hoover Copy Share
“Tate lays her head on my arm, and we both watch her. Our daughter. I love you so much, Sam. I’m looking down at… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share
“I have been entertaining the idea, Sky. Believe me. It’s just a huge step that can’t be undone once it’s taken.” “What if it’s… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share
