Best 17 quotes of Lauren Blakely on MyQuotes

Any girl who says she doesn’t keep a list of best kisses ever is lying. She may not have a pen-and-paper list, but she knows in her head who rocked her world and made her more than weak in the knees.

Because sometimes it’s just so good that it’s like all they have to do is touch you and, you are 50,000 degrees hot for them.

Don’t take this the wrong way. Don’t take this to mean I don’t like you, because I do. But I have totally wanted to get in your pants since the day I met you.

Everything fits, especially me with him, and him with me. He is the puzzle piece that slides into place in my heart, filling all the sad and empty spots inside me.

Forgive me for lying. Forgive me for breaking your heart.

I don’t believe in signs. I believe in words, and action, and doing. And what you’re doing is sitting and waiting and that is one hundred percent unacceptable.

I’m here because of a letter. Not the kind with hearts and lipstick marks, but the kind that takes your breath away. I wanted it to have that effect on him, and so it was the story of how we fell in love told through our kisses. Both kisses we’d had and kisses I wanted to have, and places I wanted to kiss. Places like Paris and Amsterdam, along the river or by the canal, or Kauai under waterfalls. It was an epic love letter, and it was all I’d ever wanted in my life-to feel that kind of epic love.

I think I was his lifeline too. We were both adrift in New Your City. We were both surrounded by so many people, but ultimately we were terribly alone. Until we found each other.

Lover of love. I adore love letters, and professions of love, and true, heartfelt moments when two people know they’re meant for each other.

Mr. Offerman clasps his hand on top of hers. “It’s a good hobby for you, dear. It gets you out of the kitchen.” I straighten my spine. Are we in the fifties here? “Out of the kitchen?

My first love. He was my first favorite mistake.

Solve this, pink-haired lady.

Sometimes I think things happen for a reason... And I think if we're meant to run into each other again, fate will make it happen.

The air between us crackles like it always has, like it has its own energy or frequency. One of us is going to bend. One of us is going to break.

They are all black and white and she is color. She is all my colors.

They say time heals all wounds. But does it close the gaps too? Maybe it can. Maybe in a year it turns an eight-year time gap into dust. Maybe it turns a girl who didn't know what she wanted into someone who became certain. Maybe it turns twenty-one stolen kisses into endless given ones.

You were falling for me, and I was falling for you, and we were falling together into the land of the fallen.