Best 46 quotes of Nicole Williams on MyQuotes

Black absorbs all color, accepts them, takes them into it and let them define it. Gray isn't anything but itself. It absorbs nothing but itself.

Caring for someone is scary, because you both know how it feels to lose someone in the span of a heartbeat.

Don't underestimate the power of the nonverbal. You'd be amazed how many people come in for interviews with poor posture, weak handshakes, and blank stares.

Every morning we get a chance to be different. A chance to change. A chance to be better. Your past is your past. Leave it there. Get on with the future part, honey.

Freelance isn't for everyone - you've got to be aggressive and enjoy working alone. But you could make more money than you ever imagined.

I can forgive a man’s past faults, his present shortcomings, and his future failures if every minute of every day he loves me like it’s his religion.

I'd discovered another of life's cliches by being with jude: the happier you are in life, the faster it passes you by.

I'm always surprised by how many people give up before they enter the room. They buy into the hype - that there are so many more qualified applicants, that no one's hiring - and assume they're not going to get the job. You've got to go into every interview believing this is the one you're going to nail.

I try to keep the happy memories. If that's what you call selective memories, I'm good with that.

Jude wasn't just my first love. He was my forever love.

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 anyone else you’d rather have there, the pain and heartache and the ups and downs of love are worth it.

Sometimes we just have to cut off the dead branches in our life. Sometimes that's the only way we can keep the tree alive. It's hard and it hurts, but it's what's best.

The few things I’d sacrificed, or put on hold, to be with my husband and baby were worth it.

Wealth can be created. Wit and intelligence can't.

We shouldn't get hung up on the questions we can't answer because life, by definition, is confusing. We're never going to have all the answers. Never. We should focus on the questions we can answer and make peace with the ones we can't.

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 or a year of fifty years. Don't let the fear of losing them keep you from loving them.

...and specimens like this confirmed there had been some kind of divine rule in the universe because no natural selection process was up to the task of creating something like him. This was some god’s, somewhere’s, handiwork.

Because I don’t want to give you any reason to be mad at me. I don’t want to give you a reason to hate me because, as much as I might have have begged you to do that, you’re the single most important thing in the world to me, Charlie Chase. You’ve become my world. And how do I live in a world where you don’t exist?

Caring for someone is scary [...] But you can't fear dictate your life [...] Don't live life hiding behind your past, live right now. When you find someone you want to spend forever with, you don't let them go, whether forever turns out to be a day or a year or a hundred years

Don't live life hiding behind your past. Live for the moment. When you find someone you want to spend forever with, you don't let them go, whether forever turns out to be a day, a year or fifty years

Ese chico roto en la playa parecía como hace una vida. Los años habían pasado, colegio y la NFL, matrimonio y un bebé, pero de vez en cuando, cuando Jude miraba hacia mí y me daba esa lenta mirada, con esa sonrisa conocida en él, yo era esa chica en bikini negro de nuevo, anhelando por un chico que nunca pensé que podría ser mío.

Everyone was going crazy, like they’d just witnessed the birth of Jesus and the invention of electricity at the same time. Jude was a rock star, their savior, and they were paying him homage.

Has anyone seen a raving bitch with nice hair?” Holly shouted at the bottom of the stairs. Everyone who heard her pointed in a different direction.

Hui esa noche porque tenía miedo, y el hecho de que me escape cuando más me necesitabas me aterrorizo aun más y eso es en lo que he estado pensando sin parar, todo el día, cada día desde el sábado en la noche y, ¿quierés saber lo que ocurrió? —me pregunto apoyando su frente contra la mía. Con está distancia sus ojos eran todo mi campo de visión. —¿Qué? —dije, casi besándolo porque nuestros labios estaban muy cerca. —Qué no importa por lo que huya —dijo, mirándome sin pestañear—, porque regresare, siempre regresare. No importa cuántas peleas escándalozas tengamos y no importa cuántos errores de comunicación tengamos, siempre regresare, porque te pertenezco.

I could hold you prisoner here for the rest of the day and list everything I love about you, but that’s only half of it,” he explained, turning toward me. “The other half is something I can’t put into words. Something I don’t think I’ll ever be able to. It’s something that ties me to you, and you to me. Call it chemistry, call it fate, call it whatever you want. All I know is that I’m yours just as much as you’re mine, Luce. That’s the surest thing I’ve ever known.

I don’t want a girl, or a woman, or a supermodel. I want you.

If we were to just accept we're not so different from each other, we wouldn't feel so alone.

I knew if there was ever a girl who could love me, warts and all, it would be the girl who went to the pound and adopted the ugliest, meanest piece of crap she could find." My heart swelled, my smile following. "All because she believed that under every rough exterior was a soul begging to be loved and accepted.

I'll be the judge of that, I whispered, pressing my lips into his and, just like that, we were the only people on the dance floor. The only people in the universe. Jude was the sickness I didn't want to be cured of. He was the intoxicant I never wanted to be clear of.

I’m a realist,” I said. “Lying and making promises about forever is almost as bad as one day at a time.

In the depths of hell roasting on a spit if it meant getting to be close to you.

It's always amazing how when we're sure we've lost something for good, it winds up finding us.

I understand, given her track record, "I should use a first and last name-- maybe even the last four digits of their social security number-- when making a reference to one of her boyfriends.

Love is a simple thing by nature, people just like to screw it up and make it heavier than it is meant to be. That's why it's earned such a bad name.

Mom told me that love is like a seed. You've got to plant it to grow. But that's not all. You need to water it. The sun needs to shine enough, but not too much. The roots have to take hold," he continued, narrowing his eyes in concentration. "And from there, if it pops its head above the surface, there are about a million things that could kill it, so it takes a whole lot of luck too.

My dad had once told me, crimson-red deep in “the talk,” that with sons, all he had to worry about was one penis, but with a daughter, he had to worry about everyone else’s.

See? That’s it,” he said, waving his hand. “That’s part of what makes us so great, Luce. I’m crazy. You’re crazy. Together, we make our own brand of crazy.

So Jude was still Jude, I was still me, and we were still us. About the only thing that had changed was our bank account, just like he’d promised.

Sometimes I have to pretend I feel brave before I actually do. Sometimes I never make it past the pretending part. But those days are getting fewer and further between.

Still trying to save the world?” “Always,” I said, “and in case you haven’t noticed, it’s working. The world is still here.

That it doesn't matter why I ran," he said, staring at me without blinking, "because I came back. I'll always come back, Luce. No matter how many rip-roaring fights we have and no matter how many miscommunications we have. I'll always come back because you're where I belong.

That's enough!" Holly scrambled out of her seat, too. "My three-year-old behaves better than all of you." She looked down at LJ, who was trying to stuff a fry up his nostril. "And that's not saying a whole lot.

That the person I thought I’d have to search the world and a lifetime for might be standing in front of me right now. That the very person I doubted existed is flesh and blood and right here. That the man who adds more aggravation and angst and just about every other noun to my life is the same one I can’t imagine living without. That this very hand in mine now is the one I might be holding when I prepare to take my last breath seventy years from now. I’m terrified that every time I look into your eyes, I see my future. I’m terrified that when you look away, it vanishes. I’m terrified because right now, this very minute when I’m confessing all of this and you’re staring at me like I’m either crazy or misguided, all I really want to do is repeat that night in your truck—the way that night was supposed to go. I’m scared of you. And I’m scared of me. But I’m terrified of us together. And I’m terrified of why I’m terrified in the first place.

Then, lifting me up, his head fell back and he opened his mouth wide. “Once I let Lucy Larson into my heart! I was able to take my sad, shitty song and make it better!” he sung, off key and at full volume. Some of the students around us tipped their beers at him, some broke in during the “Nah, nah, nah,” chorus, and a few looked at him like he was a crazy man. But I just laughed—I already knew he was crazy. And I loved him for it. “I think that’s called taking creative liberties with the lyrics.

The time between two seconds was immeasurable, and though I knew our moment would come to an end, it would be a limitless one. We were two halves of one being who had at last found each other and come together in this union.

Trust is rarer than Love.