Quote by Eric Jerome Dickey Download Open image ““I said, “This is what happens when you find Gideon.” Eyes”” — Eric Jerome Dickey ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.7 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“I love you, Gideon.” “God.” He looked at me with something that resembled disgust. Whether it was directed at me or himself, I didn’t… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
“Gideon: "It's time to discuss what it's going to take to get you beneath me." Eva: "A miracle.” — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
“I stared at him over the rim of my mug and didn't say anything. Gideon shoved his shirttails into his slacks with obvious frustration.… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
Tell me you love me," I pleaded" "Gideon's eyes met mine. "You know I do" "Imagine if I i ever said the words to… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
“Please forgive me, my dear Mr. Lightwood--I mean Gideon-- but I must go and murder the cook. I shall be directly back.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“On a Tuesday they were we, and by Friday they were dead and they buried them in the courtyard side by side, oh, my… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Go home, Gideon. Please." "I am home." He caught me from behind and buried his face in mu soaked hair. "I'm with you. — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
“Gideon went still. All his pleasure at having her there abruptly vanished. His mother? Silas had told her about his mother? That blasted old… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
Nicely done, brother," said Gabriel from the bed, blinking sleepy green eyes at Gideon. Gideon threw a scone at him. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Gideon, you don't fit any type," I drawled. "You're in a class by yourself” — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
“Too many words,” said Gideon confidentially. “How about these: One flesh, one end, bitch.” — Tamsyn Muir Copy Share Image
“I see,” I said, which was not entirely true. But it did seem to explain a bit of what I’d recently seen and heard.… — Kerstin Gier Copy Share Image
“We'd had sex like we were whores to each other, and when it was done, we each moved to our side of the bed,… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
love is a mental illness, an obsessive-compulsive disorder romanticized! — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“. . . Your hair--it's kind of wavy. Indian in your blood, or are you a hypocrite and texturize your hair?" He hesitated, appeared… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“Rainwater diluted redness, created a pink death, his matter mixing through mud and grass.” — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“. . . I had on . . . black jeggings under a fitted, sleeveless, flowered dress, so he could see my true shape… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“We disconnected. And I wondered if we had ever truly connected.” — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
For a lot of people, becoming an author is a change in occupation... they are coming from something that totally has nothing to do… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
We see what we want to see. We idealize each other with our own fantasies. — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
It’s scary telling someone you care about, someone you love who you really are. — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“Ownership, even in love, is an illusion. No woman owned any man and no man owned any woman.” — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
hate isn't healthy, it damages the hater more than the one who's hated! — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
