Best 12 quotes of Nichole Chase on MyQuotes

Can you just kill me? Carry me out in a box?” I looked up at her. “Do you even have a gun?”“What kind of bodyguard would I be if I needed a gun to kill someone?” Becca smiled

Don't you agree that if I act like there is nothing going on, other people will behave that way too?

Everyone is tied down in some way. Work, family, medical problems. It's what you make of it. That's why it's so important to surround yourself with the things that make you happy. If you have a bad day at work but get to come home to a woman you love or your favorite hobby, the rest doesn't matter as much.

I might love my e-reader, but I'd never pass up the chance to browse real books.

...I understand that at times, life takes us in different directions than we planned.

Nothing made sense. Every decision felt wrong. Every direction I looked led down a path I was unaware about. For years I have worked toward one goal, stayed focused on one place I wanted to get. But now that goal felt like it wasn't quite right.

Often, people hurt things on accident... No one plans on hurting anyone, but it happens.

Sometimes all our plans for life go to shit. You end up doing something you never dreamed of and you know what you do? You make the best out of it you can. Nothing is ever as good or as bad as you think it will be. It’s what you make of it.

That's what you did when someone was having a hard time. You fed them. It was a tradition that crossed all cultures.

The music filled the room, making the windows shake. I'd forgotten how much I loved to dance. It didn't take long before I was letting go of Princess Catherine and dancing like Cathy-and it felt good. Free and fun. I bumped butts with Patricia, wrapped a boa around Chadwick, and laughed as Daniel did the YMCA.

You drink milk out of the carton while in your underwear?" Alex laughed. "You've never done that? Gotten up in the middle of the night and wanted a snack?" "Yes, but I wouldn't bother to put on my underwear." He watched my face as his words sank in. "What do you...oh." I frowned. "Wouldn't that be cold?

You love me?” My brain was mush and I wasn’t sure if it was from his words or the pain pill. Yes, I love you.” His eyes bored into mine. “ I love you.” I traced his cheek with my fingers. “Can you tell me again when I’m not on pain medicine?” “I’ll tell you every day.” “Maybe twice a day?” I felt my eyelids growing heavy. “A hundred times a day.