Love isn’t only love, sweetheart. It’s hard work, and trust, and tears, with even a few glimpses of devastation. But at the end of each day, if you can still look at the person at your side and can’t imagine… — Nicole Williams Copy Share Image
“Love is what brings you together. But it’s the blood, sweat, and tears of hard work that keeps you together. Love isn’t just about flowers, candlelight, and romance. It’s hard work, and trust, and tears and misery. But at the… — Nicole Williams Copy Share Image
When you find someone you want to spend forever with you, you don't let them go, whether forever turns out to be a day… — Nicole Williams Copy Share Image
“We will all, at some point in our lives, fall. Every single one of us. We shouldn't spend our time trying to avoid falling.… — Nicole Williams Copy Share Image
“So, which one are you? The right or the wrong woman?” I looked him in the eyes and answered, “Both.” — Nicole Williams Copy Share Image
“You can survive alone, or you can *live* together. I know which option William would chose—has chosen,” he said, shaking me as if he… — Nicole Williams Copy Share Image
“I'd been labelled a goth, an emo, a druggie, a loser, and my personal favorite only because it showed just how ignorant people were:… — Nicole Williams Copy Share Image
“and no, no, I didn’t think it was a coincidence SS was short for sorority sister.” — Nicole Williams Copy Share Image
“a guy whose name has become its own verb, and synonymous with trouble.” — Nicole Williams Copy Share Image
“Don’t let disappointment be the measure of your relationship with a person. Let trust be the measure.” — Nicole Williams Copy Share Image
“There's never been anyone but you, Bryn...ever. You've been that one shining star in the night sky, shining brighter than the others, until that's… — Nicole Williams Copy Share Image
“I’ll be here, each day and every day on, as long as you want me to be” — Nicole Williams Copy Share Image
“don’t make me walk back without being beside you, holding your hand.” He lowered one arm from my waist to draw my hand to his lips. “I’ve lived for two hundred years with only the imagination of what it would be like to touch this,”—he moved my hand over his mouth, kissing each knuckle—“to hold this . . .” When… — Nicole Williams Copy Share
