Best 6 quotes of Lisa Berne on MyQuotes

But still he remembered wondering, at the age of ten, is it better to be safe or to be free?

But there IS a moral to the story, my dears. It’s this: I hope you’ll always follow your dreams—and settle for nothing less than whatever is the best for you.

Change was coming. Change was coming, and it was good.

He didn’t say anything, which daunted her for a moment, but then she saw that his eyes were warm. So she said, tentatively: “You came for me.” “Yes.” “And took care of me when I was ill.” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because I love you.” Without moving a muscle, she let his words sink in. Reverberate. Settle in her bones. Was this much happiness even possible? Joy so great one couldn’t even smile? “Say it again.” “I love you.” “Again.” “I love you, Livia. I’ve loved you for weeks — for months — quite possibly from the moment I met you. But it’s taken me far too long to understand that. Understand myself.” “Can you say it one more time?” “Yes. I’ll be saying it every day for the rest of my life, if you’ll let me. I love you.

It was time to take action, to change her own story, to take life into her own hands.

I want to kiss you.” It was rather magical, she thought, how those five simple words, said in his lovely deep voice, could set her aflame, like a lamp tipped over and burning up everything in sight. She said: “Well, kiss me then.” “How imperious you are.” He smiled, came close, and set his hand gently under her chin. He bent and touched his lips to hers, lightly, sweetly, and it was as if her whole being rushed to meet him in his kiss. It was light, sweet, tender, caressing, demanding, and fiery hot all at once. How did he do that? There was absolutely no doubt about it. He was an excellent kisser. She could easily get used to this.