“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it’s those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds… — Genna Rulon Copy Share Image
“The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing...not healing, not curing...that is a friend who cares.” … — Genna Rulon Copy Share Image
“Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over." -Octavia Butler” — Genna Rulon Copy Share
“Fishing for compliments - really? Your hotness score just dropped a point.” — Genna Rulon Copy Share Image
“Hot damn! Hunter was finally paying off with the hot guy friends. I knew this day would come, it was inevitable, but I was still overwhelmed with gratitude - Ev would be getting an extra nice Christmas present this year.” — Genna Rulon Copy Share
“They cheered and clapped, excited by the prospect of my musical pain. Twisted... every last one of them. If I still had any sense… — Genna Rulon Copy Share Image
“It’s shrinkage! Hasn’t she heard of shrinkage?" -George Costanza, Seinfeld” — Genna Rulon Copy Share
“You can’t discuss your third leg with a person, then pretend they are a stranger.” — Genna Rulon Copy Share Image
“You just called me an idiot and told me you need me in the same breath," I laughed. God, she was amazing.” — Genna Rulon Copy Share Image
“My breath caught at the sight before me. Sweet baby Jesus, the man was the reason suits were invented.” — Genna Rulon Copy Share Image
“I would do anything for you... anything. The only thing I can't do is pretend i'm not in love with you.” — Genna Rulon Copy Share Image
“Most of the equipment in the gym looked like it belonged in Christian’s “Red Room of Pain.” I didn’t think NYSC was a front… — Genna Rulon Copy Share Image
“Did you just…lick me?” he asked, sounding both shocked and amused. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “You licked me. I felt it,” he accused, but I noticed he wasn’t complaining. “Your imagination is running wild because of all the workout endorphins.” “It wasn’t a complaint. In fact, you’re welcome to have another taste.” “Fine…I licked you. But… — Genna Rulon Copy Share
