I write for the love of writing. If I never published another book, I would still be writing stories. Christine Feehan More Quotes by Christine Feehan More Quotes From Christine Feehan And maybe that was love. Being so vulnerable and allowing someone else in so far they could hurt you, but they also give you everything. Christine Feehan vulnerable hurt giving There were a thousand secrets in her eyes, a thousand wounds. A lifetime of distrust and betrayal. Isolation. How did one overcome such things? Christine Feehan betrayal eye secret Life gives us choices. You either grab on with both hands and just go for it, or you sit on the sidelines. Christine Feehan life-and-love giving hands She didn't know how to love, to give herself to someone, to out herself in someone else's keeping and take him into hers. She didn't trust anyone with her heart - or the darker places of her soul. Christine Feehan soul heart giving The trouble is not really in being alone, it's being lonely. One can be lonely in the midst of a crowd, don't you think? Christine Feehan being-single lonely thinking It’s hard to feel desire when you don’t feel desirable Christine Feehan love-yourself self-esteem desire If you allowed yourself to hear or feel amusement, you would hear and feel pain. Christine Feehan amusement pain feels If you are a vampire, then a vampire is not the creature of the legends. Christine Feehan legends vampire creatures It's all well and good to look back after the fact and see what we should have done, but we rarely know what path is best when we take that first step. Christine Feehan done should-have looks Betrayal is never easy to handle and there is no right way to accept it. Christine Feehan betrayal easy way I have to figure out why I worked at a job I hated for years. I have to find out why I can’t see what everyone else sees in me. I don’t feel beautiful. When I look in the mirror, I never saw beautiful. For this to happen to someone like me, it’s devastating, Jonas. I don’t want you to think it’s vanity, it isn’t. I can’t see me and I need to be able to do that. I need to find out what I’m like and what I want. I have to be comfortable in my own skin before I can be in a relationship the way you want. Christine Feehan beautiful jobs thinking The real question is, can you love the real me? Not the perfect person you want me to be, not that image you had of me, but who I really am. Christine Feehan real perfect want I claim you as my life mate. I belong to you. I offer my life for you. I give to you my protection, my allegiance, my heart, my soul, and my body. I take into my keeping the same that is yours. Your life, happiness, and welfare will be cherished and placed above my own for all time. You are my life mate, bound to me for all eternity and always in my care. Christine Feehan soul heart giving I have traveled all over the world and gone to the highest peaks, and the densest jungles. The Carpathain Mountians will always be my homeland, but my home is a woman. Solange Sangria. You are home to me. Your body is my home. Your mind. Your heart and soul. It matters little to me where we are. Christine Feehan soul home heart You can't be anything but who you are. I wouldn't love you the same if you stopped being you. How do I change enough to accept that ruthless streak in you. Christine Feehan accepting enough love-you You're the kind of man my mother warned me about. Christine Feehan kind mother men Do you have any idea how stubborn you can look ? Our children better never give me that look, althought I won't mind if they give it to you. You'd deserve it. Christine Feehan giving children ideas She stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were dark, almost black, filled with pain. She'd let someone do that to her. She'd known all along she felt things too deeply. She became attached. She didn't want a lover who could walk away from her, because she could never do that - love someone completely and survive intact if her left her. Christine Feehan pain eye dark Jesse, we can’t do this.” “Sure we can, honey. It’s the perfect night for it. You’re a woman, I’m a man. Those little twinkling things overhead are stars. I believe it’s referred to as romance. Christine Feehan stars night believe Wolves? I should have known. Of course you have wolves. Doesn’t everybody?” She snapped her fingers. “The gun, Lucian. Hand it over. I’ve decided I have to shoot you after all. It’s the only way to preserve my sanity. Christine Feehan gun should-have hands
