London's Perfect Scoundrel

     "It amazes me, Saint, that you can own so few redeemable qualities and still be so likable."

     "Did you hear that?" the duke asked with a wide grin, turning to Dare. "She said papa.'"
The viscount returned the candy dish and tea tray to the relocated end table. "I distinctly heard baboon."
"Hm, well, you're distinctly deaf."

     Saint took a seat at the main faro table at the Society club. "What the devil is a ladies' political tea?"
Tristan Carroway, Viscount Dare, finished placing his wager, then sat back, reaching for his glass of port. "Do I look like a dictionary?"
"You're domesticated." Saint motioned for a glass of his own, despite unfriendly looks from the tables other players. "What is it?"
"I'm not domesticated; I'm in love. You should try it. Does wonders for your outlook on life."
"I'll take your word for it, thank you."

     "I don't think there'll be a next time, my lady." Saint smiled. "But thank you for the offer."
     Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. "You're welcome. My, my, manners. Where have you been, church?"

     For a long moment the butler sat in silence, his jaw hanging open. "I . . . my lord, I simply don't feel qualified to advise you about such matters."
"Don't tell me that," Saint protested. "Tell me whether you can imagine me as a married man or not."
To his surprise, the butler set aside his brandy snifter and sat forward. "My lord, I do not wish to overstep my bounds, but I have noticed a ... change in your demeanor, of late. The question of whether anyone can imagine you married or not, however, is one I believe must be answered by you. And the lady, of course."
Saint frowned. "Coward."
"There is that, as well."

     Never interrupt a lady when she is speaking to you, as if what you have to say is more important.

Oceans of Fire

"It's all well and good to look back after the fact and see what we should have done, but we rarely know what path is best when we take that first step."

"We never can just stop time. Or take moments back. Life doesn't work that way, does it?"

"I'll be damned if I apologize for the choices I've made. They were hard decisions, but I had good reasons for making them."

"If what he said was the truth, it broke her heart. If what he said was a lie, it was broken anyway."

"Torture can be a two edged sword."

"It's your way of fighting. You refuse to engage and then you can't lose. ...but you have to know when you close those doors, you don't leave anything for the other person."

"I had to work so hard to find myself again, Alexandr." There was pain in her voice. "I was so lost without you. You left me raw and wounded and trapped in a dark place with no windows or doors. I didn't know how to live without you. I didn't know how to smile or feel or be. It took almost two years before I really accepted that it was over and I had to find a way to go on. I made myself strong. I'm alive again. I can wake up some mornings and be happy. I can look at the ocean and find peace again. Now you're asking me to risk everything all over again and I'm not certain I could survive if it all came crashing down."

"I realized I love him just as much or more than I did four years ago. That I'll never live with him" She raised her head to look at her sisters with haunted eyes. "And I don't know if I can live without him."

"You can't be anything but who you are. I wouldn't love you the same if you stopped being you. How do I change enough to accept that ruthless streak in you."

"The real question is, can you love the real me? Not the perfect person you want me to be, not that image you had of me, but who I really am."

England's Perfect Hero

On nights like this, when he rode out from the dark, silent house to the dark, deserted park, he could
forget.
He could be nothing but a solitary rider on a fast horse, wind in his face and the world open around him.
No walls, no bars, no quiet weeping or screams or death. None of that could catch him.
On a night like this, none of it could find him.

"Talking to yourself?" Her father turned the corner of the house to join her amid the rows of roses.
Sneaking was evil, she decided. "No. I was just conversing with the new rosebush," she stammered, feeling her cheeks warm.
"Ah. And did it answer?"
"I believe it to be shy."
"If it ever does answer, you will inform me, won't you ?"
"Very amusing.

"Roses," Georgiana repeated, her thoughtful gaze touching his. "It's about time one of the Carroway men
decided to cultivate something other than their poor reputations."

And even though he enjoyed being around her, he resisted her, because he was supremely aware that he wasn't the old Robert any longer; he was Bit, a piece of what he'd once been.

"I had a thought," Bradshaw said into the silence.
"Amazing," Tristan returned dryly.

"I'll be back at sea by then," Bradshaw put in, "so I'll comfort myself with the knowledge that you'll name
the infant after me."
"I don't think 'Half-wit' will pass muster with Georgie, but I'll let her know that's your suggestion."

"I wish you'd tell me when we're having friends over for luncheon."
"I would, if they would tell me."

Proposal Daisakusen

If you don’t face it, you will never overcome it.

In Time With You

First sign of growing old: more easily forget things that happened recently, but remember things of the past clearly.

Do you know I spent a lifetime to learn one thing. Possession is the beginning of losing it. But at the end  I still couldn't learn, I can't accept having youth, is actually the beginning of losing youth. Having a marriage is actually the beginning of losing the marriage. Having reputation, it can also be lost. Having wealth is also the same. Heath is also the same. Even raising a dog is the same. Possession of love ...losing a loved one is harder to accept. Why is it that everything I pursue in life, I start losing it, as soon as I gain possession of it. If I don't have it, then I won't have anything to lose.

Now do you know the reason I don't love you?
Because possession is the beginning of losing.

I think gaining possession is not the beginning of losing it. Every stage of the possession, even if it leads to a painful loss in the end, is after all filled by those time that passed. If it didn't, then it's lost.

I am not a suitcase to be withdrawn, but a bag that holds stories.

I'll use my own money to buy my own bag, to create my own story.

Hey Li Da Ren, did you know that between one person and another there's a lot of conflict and opposition. This is why people are attracted to each other, but can also be the  start of a disaster.

Hey Li Da Ren, recently, I randomly had this feeling there is something that is always against us. Sometimes we really want to chase after it in hopes of catching it. As if after attaining it we can possess many, many things. But at times we may be chased by it to a point of breathlessness, hoping it would just disappear. It would be best if it never came back to us. It is time.

Have a friend who will grieve for you for your heart-broken.

Fifth Sign of aging: you feel like you are drowning in a pile of passwords.

We finally gave our memories a beautiful color.

hey Li Da Ren, lately I have been thinking how long can I be on display? But then I realised everything has an expiry date.

A pity that being in love is not just about those sweet moments. Sweet moments of self captured photos, sweet moments of breakfast or sweet moments of dinner

Other than the nonstop sorry's, what's even more bothersome is after you get back with your ex boyfriend, it seems as if you have the obligation to explain it to the whole world. 'We're starting over.'

How can happiness be guaranteed?

You can't rely on a small bridge to overcome obstacles.

I am frustrated with myself. I don't know why I being mediocre and unambitious. I'm frustrated with not knowing what it there for me to fight for. I randomly get angry, Frustrated that I was defeated, that I have been rejected. Other than this, there's an even deeper, hidden

Sixth sign of getting old: always putting important things in important places, and then forgetting that important place.

I have lost my self confidence. It has gone to a place I can’t find.

There are many thing if mistaken will be too late.

Love is not about who is better than who.

Hey, letting go is not being resigned to it, it doesn’t mean to forgive him. Its to let you yourself.

If not think about it then. If your heart is discontented then how would happiness come in?

Remember you are not the other choice. You should be his only choice.

I suddenly just realized I am currently walking on a road to my past. I suddenly realized, what I am really not resigned to is that I still care about that person. I suddenly realized what I received in the past 5 years of hard work I actually forgot about it is an important place.

Sixth charm of a matured woman: the thing that makes you shine is not diamond, but your eyes after you cried.

Each moment is staged with laughter. Each time is also staged with tears. And so there are those who are heartbroken. And there are others who suddenly become flustered.

Twelfth sign of getting old: if you don't mutter to yourself your brain ends up in knots!

Thirteenth sign of aging: Becoming suspicious of perfection and having unshakable faith in imperfection.

Hey, Li Da Ren, Do you ever get the feeling, that the happiness of purchasing all the shoes on the rack is far inferior to the joy of finally getting the one pair you've long coveted?

I have really changed. Now I know that such a change is what I really wanted. what I really needed. Li Da Ren, I know you'll understand.

So, ever so gradually I began to understand that the things I could not have were destined to belong to another. At some as yet undetermined moment they will certainly meet.

And so this fortunate me, finally put an end to all the things that didn't belong to me. I abandoned security, and began to take flight.

Waiting for the lake monster. The lake monster simply won't come. What an unreliable lake monster!

Why do people spin endlessly on and on?... Is all our spinning just for the sake of finding that certain someone? Or is the thing we're always searching for is actually ourselves? ...Revolving. Revolving. How foolish! And how humble we are. What do we really need? What exactly is it?

All of a sudden I felt that this humble me was lonely indeed.

No matter how far people go we will always miss home. Although the precondition is that the home must be a very cozy one.

The me now that grown really fond of love. And has learnt to love better. Because it makes life even more worth living.

We all hope to gain love. But what have we ever done for love?

I am sure that your love won't reach high peaks, or involve earth shattering moments. But I am certain that even though it is of long standing, it will never fade or feel stale. Because for the past 15 years we've never run out of things to say to each other. So for the next 15 years and the 15 years after that and the 15 years after that..
Stop. I just want you to promise, that whether Li Dar Ren and I split up or not, you'll always be there by my side.
I'll always be by your side.

What do I do? When you leave waves of longing come flooding in.

The friendship I couldn't shake out, followed me till the end.

Thirteenth charm of a mature woman: Have a job that you love. Have a home that you cherish. Have him.

The End?

Deadly Game

"It's Mari, Jack," Ken whispered, needing to say it aloud.
"What?" Jack jerked around, staring at the sniper as the eyes fluttered closed. "Are you certain?"
Ken pulled the woman's belt loose and buckled it around her leg. "Either that or your wife is playing sniper for the other team. It has to be Mari. She looks exactly like Briony."

Jack glanced at Ken. "Lily is a brilliant woman when it comes to academics, but she's so blind when it comes to people." It was a small warning to keep Ken's anger from boiling over. "She's struggling to accept that Whitney needs to die, but she needs more time. The pregnancy also probably makes her more emotional when it comes to her father."
"When the hell did you get so smart?" Ken demanded.
"I've been reading all the pregnancy books." Jack sounded a little smug.

"Speaking of the sick, twisted freak, have you caught sight of the bastard?" Jack gave a short, expressive snort. "Um, that would be a negative. I've never actually seen Sean."
"I sent you an image."
"Tails and horns aren't exactly the real deal, Ken. You gave me a picture of the devil."

But I'm not any better at relationships than you are. We'll find our way together, even if we're fumbling around in the dark for a while.

Little Women

We will all grow up one day. We might as well know what we want.