“We all make mistakes. Life doesn’t come with instructions. Someone who loves you will forgive you for them. But when you hide them or lie about them, they’re no longer mistakes—they’re decisions.” — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“That’s the thing about true love—we never see the beginning or the end.” — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“My boyfriend recently asked me to marry him. I said yes. He’s the sweetest, kindest man I’ve ever known. Problem is, the diamond he gave me was smaller than I hoped for. I don’t really want to hurt his feelings. I need to know a polite way to express my disappointment. –Lori, Manhattan God has the same dilemma when it… — Vi Keeland Copy Share
“Monday night I had to go out of town, up to Boston for a quick meeting early Tuesday morning. My flight was delayed, and I was sitting in the airport reading the paper. Before Soraya, I started with the business section first. These days, I turned to Ask Ida, before catching up on the market watch. Between soap operas and… — Vi Keeland Copy Share
“He spun my stool around to face him and took my face in his hands. “What do you say we go back to the… — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“while the truth hurts, it’s like a Band-Aid when you rip it off. The pain goes away. It’s the lies and questioning that keep you aching for a long time.” — Vi Keeland Copy Share
“Sorry. It’s a technique I use to fend off the panic — screaming at the top of my lungs.” “That’s the best technique you have?” “I have a few different techniques. I can also massage my balls." “Excuse me?” “I have balls. Massaging them really helps.” “Your… balls? You looked like a woman to me, pretty damn shapely from the… — Vi Keeland Copy Share
“How is your grandmother?” “She told Cambria to let me know she was cutting me out of her will if I didn’t break her… — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“Because music expresses all the things people can’t say, but are impossible to keep quiet.” — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“Soon, Liv,” he mutters between impatient kisses when we come up for air. “I want you in my bed. Underneath me, on top of… — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
