“Life may not always go the way you'd planned, you may not have the perfect family, you may not be the most beautiful, but that doesn't mean you can't make the best of what you do have.” — Madeline Sheehan Copy Share Image
“Life was made up of moments, big ones and little, the good and bad, dark and light. We never remembered the gray, the times… — Madeline Sheehan Copy Share Image
“...Love isn’t a fucking answer. It hurts more than it doesn’t, it’s harder than it is easy, it takes work, guts, and perseverance.” — Madeline Sheehan Copy Share Image
“My longtime broken heart was breaking again, shattering, falling to pieces and disintegrating. And in its place was a brand new heart. Like a… — Madeline Sheehan Copy Share Image
“It was official. I was an asshole with a permanently broken heart.” — Madeline Sheehan Copy Share Image
“You got a nickname, little Dorothy Matthews? ’Cause that’s a fuckin’ mouthful, right there. Not that I mind a mouthful of pretty girl.” — Madeline Sheehan Copy Share Image
“He looked down at his flaccid cock. "Congratulations," he said. "You've just fucked yourself to death.” — Madeline Sheehan Copy Share Image
“ I'd do it all again," he whispered, crying as he cradled me against his chest." I'd go through the hell of losing you to Xan, I'd welcome being cut off from my family and turning into this... this animal. I'd happily deal with all that pain as long as it led me right back here, right back to you.… — Madeline Sheehan Copy Share
“Kami, do you have a weapon?" "No, I do not have a fucking weapon!" Kami screamed over her shoulder. "Do you really think I'd… — Madeline Sheehan Copy Share Image
“If you were older, darlin', I'd have you on the back of my bike and in my fuckin' bed. And you'd be not just likin' it, but lovin' it, beggin' me for more." My lips parted, and my chest expanded as I sucked down much needed air. Holy shit. I'd felt that statement all the way down to my toes… — Madeline Sheehan Copy Share
“But even after all this time, he'd stupidly held out hope, hadn't he? He'd clung to the memories of their time together like a fucking child clings to its baby blanket, unable to give it up even after that blanket had been chewed on, bled on, tattered, and finally shredded to pieces. Even after that blanket was no longer a… — Madeline Sheehan Copy Share
“Everything has beauty. Even the ugly. Because without the ugly, there would be no beauty. Because without beauty, we would not survive our pain,… — Madeline Sheehan Copy Share Image
