“Mom always told me there are two kinds of love in this world: the steady breeze, and the hurricane.” — Melody Grace Copy Share Image
“My mom always said, there are two kinds of love in this world: the steady breeze, and the hurricane. The steady breeze… — Melody Grace Copy Share Image
“Real love is messy, and broken, and hard. Not all fairy tales and Prince Charming.” — Melody Grace Copy Share Image
“And once you feel love, real love, you can never forget the taste of those kisses, the sun-drenched mornings, the secret pleasures… — Melody Grace Copy Share Image
“Because I realize now, that's the way it works. That if you're lucky, you might get to fall in love so hard… — Melody Grace Copy Share Image
“there was something brave about that kind of hope, especially with so much darkness in the world. Love was worth taking a… — Melody Grace Copy Share Image
“My mom always said, there are two kinds of love in this world: the steady breeze, and the hurricane” — Melody Grace Copy Share Image
“With the outside world damp and grey, she had the perfect excuse to hide herself away at the cottage again—except this time, instead of… — Melody Grace Copy Share Image
“This, fuck, this right here. This is what drives men to madness; fells empires and starts epic wars.” — Melody Grace Copy Share Image
“Mom always told me there are two kinds of love in this world: the steady breeze, and the hurricane.” — Melody Grace Copy Share Image
“My mom always said, there are two kinds of love in this world: the steady breeze, and the hurricane. The steady breeze is slow… — Melody Grace Copy Share Image
“Dance with me, Annalise," Raphael whispers. "Dance with me, and see what it feels like to dance without rules, without boundaries. From the soul.” — Melody Grace Copy Share Image
“Emerson lifts his head. His eyes are two dark pools of desire, a clouded night’s sky. He catches his breath a moment, unsteady, and… — Melody Grace Copy Share Image
“This isn't just a fascination, an idle crush, no, this is something deeper, a desire that snakes through my veins, hot and hungry.” — Melody Grace Copy Share Image
“Is this what people feel all the time? I marvel at the idea. How am I supposed to function, to focus, now that I… — Melody Grace Copy Share Image
“This summer just got a whole hell of a lot more interesting. "Welcome to Cedar Cove.” — Melody Grace Copy Share Image
“You’re mine,” he says again fiercely. “Not his, not anyone else’s. You can try and pretend you don’t feel it, but you do. You’ll… — Melody Grace Copy Share Image
“Looking back, I wonder if mom saw it in my eyes: the storm clouds gathering, the dry crackle of electricity in the air. But… — Melody Grace Copy Share Image
