“I think part of me was born loving you.”
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“Damned planes. Too confining, too noisy—too fucking high in the air.” ― Shiloh Walker, Hunter's Need
“You can know who a person is simply by staring into their eyes.” ― Shiloh Walker, Broken
“[Lena] “This is crazy, you know. How can you know me well enough to love me?”“Lena.” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “I know what I need to know. I know that your laugh makes me want to smile, and I know that when you’re sad, it bothers me. I know I love to watch you, I know you blush when you realize I’ve been staring at you, even though it makes you smile, too.”He combed a hand through her hair, angled her head, and brushed her mouth with his. “I may not know everything there is to know about you, Lena, but I do know I’d like to spend my life learning the things I don’t know.” ― Shiloh Walker, If You Hear Her
“Abby,” he murmured, lifting a hand to curve around her neck. “I love you.”A sob slipped free and she wrapped her arms around his waist. One of his hands cupped the back of her neck and cuddled her in close.As he bent around her, he whispered, “I’ve loved you so long, I can’t remember what it’s like to not love you. And I’ll go to my grave loving you. You’re my everything.” ― Shiloh Walker, Wrecked
“Important describes what I have to do by April 14. Important describes my license renewed, my bills paid, payroll... Abby. You're not important. You're everything.” ― Shiloh Walker, Wrecked
“She knew violence- and my, what a lovely thing to profess knowledge of.” ― Shiloh Walker
“So. Are you going to see him again?""Technically, I haven't seen him at all . . ." (Heroine is blind - LOL)” ― Shiloh Walker, If You Hear Her
“Put knowledge in the hands of stupid people, and it just made them more stupid.” ― Shiloh Walker, If You Hear Her
“Across the room, Nia said with a smirk, “Look at Tinkerbell going all mama-bear.”Hope snapped, “Oh, shove the Tinkerbell crap up your ass.”For about two seconds, Nia just stared at her. Then she started to laugh.” ― Shiloh Walker, If You Know Her
“Bad thing about fighters, though, too often they were forged in fire.” ― Shiloh Walker, Fragile
“Gripping, nonstop action and one hell of a heroine. [on Eve of Darkness ]” ― Shiloh Walker
“Then he kissed her again. When he licked her through the silk, she moaned. Catching the fabric, he tugged it aside and licked her again. “Hot … fuck, yeah, you’re hot.”Hope shuddered and fisted her hands in his hair again. But this time, she tugged him closer, gasping out his name.He smiled against her and then proceeded to do to her what she’d been doing to him from the first time he’d laid eyes on her—driving him out of his fucking mind.” ― Shiloh Walker, If You See Her
“My name,” he muttered. He turned his head, pressed a kiss to her palm. “Say my name, damn it.”Chuckling, she pulled his head close. “Taylor.” She said it against his lips. As she did that, she rolled her hips against him, squeezing down with her inner muscles so that she milked him in a teasing, taunting caress.Oh, shit…Little warning tingles were already shooting straight up his spine, but he gritted his teeth. No, damn it. He wasn’t going to lose it after thirty fucking seconds. Especially since he hadn’t told her yet.But then she did it again, and again.“I love you.” It came out a broken, harsh groan against her lips, the words he could no longer keep trapped inside. The words he had to share with her, now.” ― Shiloh Walker, The Departed
“He had the sexiest damn voice, Lena thought. Sexiest voice . . . and he was still staring at her, too.She could tell, all but feel the warmth of his gaze. Feel it, almost like a ray of light traveling over her body, leaving seductive warmth in its wake.” ― Shiloh Walker, If You Hear Her
“[Lena] “You’re asking me on a date?”From the corner of his eye, he could see the bartender listening and not pretending not to. The kid barely looked old enough to be out of college— hell, high school.Tuning the kid out of his mind, he focused on Lena. “Yeah, I’m asking you on a date. At least, I’m trying to. It’s been awhile since I’ve asked a woman on a date, so maybe I’m doing it wrong.”“Well, it’s been awhile since a guy asked me on a date, so maybe I’ve just forgotten how to recognize the clues.” That pretty, wide mouth curled up in a slow smile.” ― Shiloh Walker, If You Hear Her
“She was easy to talk to, easy to look at it . . . and when she smiled at him . . . well, he couldn’t call that easy. It hit him in the chest, in the weirdest damn way.Swallowing, she licked her lips and then she could have whimpered, begged for mercy, because she could taste him. Taste him, and it made her want to throw herself against him and kiss him. Again, and again .” ― Shiloh Walker, If You Hear Her
“Things happen when they happen, not when you're ready for them.” ― Shiloh Walker
“I am consoled only to see that I was not mistaken: Chicago is just as I remembered it. I was here twenty five years ago. My father brought me and Scott up to see the Century of Progress and once later to the World Series. Not a single thing do I remember from the first trip but this: the sense of the place, the savor of the genie-soul of the place which every place has or else is not a place. I could have been wrong: it could have been nothing of the sort, not the memory of a place but the memory of being a child. But one step out into the brilliant March day and there it is as big as life, the genie-soul of the place Which, wherever you go, you must meet and master first thing or be met and mastered. Until now, one genie-soul and only one ever proved too strong for me: San Francisco—up and down the hills I pursued him, missed him and was pursued, by a presence, a powdering of fall gold in the air, a trembling brightness that pierced to the heart, and the sadness of coming at last to the sea, the coming to the end of America. Nobody but a Southerner knows the wrenching rinsing sadness of the cities of the North. Knowing all about genie-souls and living in haunted places like Shiloh and the Wilderness and Vicksburg and Atlanta where the ghosts of heroes walk abroad by day and are more real than people, he knows a ghost when he sees one, and no sooner does he step off the train in New York or Chicago or San Francisco than he feels the genie-soul perched on his shoulder.” ― Walker Percy, The Moviegoer
“Damned planes. Too confining, too noisy—too fucking high in the air.” ― Shiloh Walker, Hunter's Need
“You can know who a person is simply by staring into their eyes.” ― Shiloh Walker, Broken
“[Lena] “This is crazy, you know. How can you know me well enough to love me?”“Lena.” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “I know what I need to know. I know that your laugh makes me want to smile, and I know that when you’re sad, it bothers me. I know I love to watch you, I know you blush when you realize I’ve been staring at you, even though it makes you smile, too.”He combed a hand through her hair, angled her head, and brushed her mouth with his. “I may not know everything there is to know about you, Lena, but I do know I’d like to spend my life learning the things I don’t know.” ― Shiloh Walker, If You Hear Her
“Abby,” he murmured, lifting a hand to curve around her neck. “I love you.”A sob slipped free and she wrapped her arms around his waist. One of his hands cupped the back of her neck and cuddled her in close.As he bent around her, he whispered, “I’ve loved you so long, I can’t remember what it’s like to not love you. And I’ll go to my grave loving you. You’re my everything.” ― Shiloh Walker, Wrecked
“Important describes what I have to do by April 14. Important describes my license renewed, my bills paid, payroll... Abby. You're not important. You're everything.” ― Shiloh Walker, Wrecked
“She knew violence- and my, what a lovely thing to profess knowledge of.” ― Shiloh Walker
“So. Are you going to see him again?""Technically, I haven't seen him at all . . ." (Heroine is blind - LOL)” ― Shiloh Walker, If You Hear Her
“Put knowledge in the hands of stupid people, and it just made them more stupid.” ― Shiloh Walker, If You Hear Her
“Across the room, Nia said with a smirk, “Look at Tinkerbell going all mama-bear.”Hope snapped, “Oh, shove the Tinkerbell crap up your ass.”For about two seconds, Nia just stared at her. Then she started to laugh.” ― Shiloh Walker, If You Know Her
“Bad thing about fighters, though, too often they were forged in fire.” ― Shiloh Walker, Fragile
“Gripping, nonstop action and one hell of a heroine. [on Eve of Darkness ]” ― Shiloh Walker
“Then he kissed her again. When he licked her through the silk, she moaned. Catching the fabric, he tugged it aside and licked her again. “Hot … fuck, yeah, you’re hot.”Hope shuddered and fisted her hands in his hair again. But this time, she tugged him closer, gasping out his name.He smiled against her and then proceeded to do to her what she’d been doing to him from the first time he’d laid eyes on her—driving him out of his fucking mind.” ― Shiloh Walker, If You See Her
“My name,” he muttered. He turned his head, pressed a kiss to her palm. “Say my name, damn it.”Chuckling, she pulled his head close. “Taylor.” She said it against his lips. As she did that, she rolled her hips against him, squeezing down with her inner muscles so that she milked him in a teasing, taunting caress.Oh, shit…Little warning tingles were already shooting straight up his spine, but he gritted his teeth. No, damn it. He wasn’t going to lose it after thirty fucking seconds. Especially since he hadn’t told her yet.But then she did it again, and again.“I love you.” It came out a broken, harsh groan against her lips, the words he could no longer keep trapped inside. The words he had to share with her, now.” ― Shiloh Walker, The Departed
“He had the sexiest damn voice, Lena thought. Sexiest voice . . . and he was still staring at her, too.She could tell, all but feel the warmth of his gaze. Feel it, almost like a ray of light traveling over her body, leaving seductive warmth in its wake.” ― Shiloh Walker, If You Hear Her
“[Lena] “You’re asking me on a date?”From the corner of his eye, he could see the bartender listening and not pretending not to. The kid barely looked old enough to be out of college— hell, high school.Tuning the kid out of his mind, he focused on Lena. “Yeah, I’m asking you on a date. At least, I’m trying to. It’s been awhile since I’ve asked a woman on a date, so maybe I’m doing it wrong.”“Well, it’s been awhile since a guy asked me on a date, so maybe I’ve just forgotten how to recognize the clues.” That pretty, wide mouth curled up in a slow smile.” ― Shiloh Walker, If You Hear Her
“She was easy to talk to, easy to look at it . . . and when she smiled at him . . . well, he couldn’t call that easy. It hit him in the chest, in the weirdest damn way.Swallowing, she licked her lips and then she could have whimpered, begged for mercy, because she could taste him. Taste him, and it made her want to throw herself against him and kiss him. Again, and again .” ― Shiloh Walker, If You Hear Her
“Things happen when they happen, not when you're ready for them.” ― Shiloh Walker
“I am consoled only to see that I was not mistaken: Chicago is just as I remembered it. I was here twenty five years ago. My father brought me and Scott up to see the Century of Progress and once later to the World Series. Not a single thing do I remember from the first trip but this: the sense of the place, the savor of the genie-soul of the place which every place has or else is not a place. I could have been wrong: it could have been nothing of the sort, not the memory of a place but the memory of being a child. But one step out into the brilliant March day and there it is as big as life, the genie-soul of the place Which, wherever you go, you must meet and master first thing or be met and mastered. Until now, one genie-soul and only one ever proved too strong for me: San Francisco—up and down the hills I pursued him, missed him and was pursued, by a presence, a powdering of fall gold in the air, a trembling brightness that pierced to the heart, and the sadness of coming at last to the sea, the coming to the end of America. Nobody but a Southerner knows the wrenching rinsing sadness of the cities of the North. Knowing all about genie-souls and living in haunted places like Shiloh and the Wilderness and Vicksburg and Atlanta where the ghosts of heroes walk abroad by day and are more real than people, he knows a ghost when he sees one, and no sooner does he step off the train in New York or Chicago or San Francisco than he feels the genie-soul perched on his shoulder.” ― Walker Percy, The Moviegoer
