Best 17 quotes of Helen Hoang on MyQuotes

Everything about him pleased her. Not just his looks, but his patience and his kindness. He was good. He was an obsession waiting to happen.

For whatever reason, none of the women in this house cooked. He’d had to learn in order to survive.

Happy people don't wear all black.

His sisters had posters of Henney plastered all over their bedroom walls, had even established a man-beauty scale of one to Henney.

I don't want just a night or a week or a month with you. I want you all the time. I like you better than calculus, and math is the only thing that unites the universe.

If you can’t stand being with a woman who’s more successful than you, then leave her alone. She’s better off without you. If you actually love her, then know the value of that love and make it a promise. That is the only thing she needs from you.

Michael was mint chocolate chip for her. She could try other flavors, but he’d always be her favorite.

Quan gave him an impatient look. "Did you touch her clit at all?" "What's that?" "Oh hell," Michael said. Quan smacked his palm to his forehead. "Her clitoris. It's where you stimulate her to make her come." "Where is it?" Quan rubbed both hands over his face as Michael repeated, "Oh hell.

She ached so badly to be held it felt like a sickness had invaded her muscles and bones. As usual, her own arms provided little comfort.

She didn’t know how to be semi-interested in something. She was either indifferent . . . or obsessed.

She had a disorder, but it didn’t define her. She was Stella. She was a unique person.

She put a spoonful of mint chocolate chip in her mouth. [...] "Let me try it." She held her bowl toward him, but he didn't put his spoon in it. He trailed his fingers over her jaw as he tipped her head back and sealed his lips over hers. His tongue speared into her mouth, and the salt of him mixed with the flavor of the ice cream. She didn't know if she was mortified, shocked, aroused or all three.

She was so beautiful she made his chest hurt.

This goes two ways, Stella. You like the feel of me. I like the feel of you.

Women buy underwear for the men they love. It’s economics. Data supports this claim.” “Are you telling me you love me, Stella?” She hugged Karate Bear tight and nodded, suddenly overcome by shyness. “You’re not going to give me the words?” he asked. “I’ve never said them to anyone but my parents.” “You think I run around telling women I love them?” He pulled her close and pressed their foreheads together. “I’m going to get the words out of you. Tonight.

Your body wages biological warfare on me.

You’re wet already, Stella. You’re like a Lamborghini. Zero to sixty in two point seven seconds.