Dont Get Caught Up In Life Quotes

#1. Don't get caught up in a vortex of 'should haves'. Regret is Fear's big sister. The one that should never be let in the door. Watch Regret from the safety of an interior window, watch her stand there on the stoop beneath the light waiting, patiently, always patiently, to be let in, her long hair prematurely gray, stiff with cold. #Quote by Andre Dubusi II

#2. Another woman catches sight of Fischerle's hump on the ground and runs screaming into the street: 'Murder! Murder!' She takes the hump for a corpse. Further details - she knows none. The murderer is very thin, a poor sap, how he came to do it, you shouldn't have thought it of him. Shot may be, someone suggests. Of course, everyone heard the shot. Three streets off, the shot had been heard. Not a bit of it, that was a motor tyre. No, it was a shot! The crowd won't be done out of its shot. A threatening attitude is assumed towards the doubters. Don't let him go. An accessory. Trying to confuse the trail! Out of the building comes more news. The woman's statements are revised. The thin man has been murdered. And the corpse on the floor? It's alive. It's the murderer, he had hidden himself. He was tring to creep away between the corpse's legs when he was caught. The more recent information is more detailed. The little man is a dwarf. What do you expect, a cripple! The blow was actually struck by another. A redheaded man. Ah, those redheads. The dwarf put him up to it. Lynch him! The woman gave the alarm. Cheers for the woman! She screamed and screamed. A Woman! Doesn't know what fear is. The murderer had threatened her. The redhead. It's always the Reds. He tore her collar off. No shooting. Of course not. What did he say? Someone must have invented the shot. The dwarf. Where is he? Inside. Rush the doors! No one else can get in. It's full up. What a murder! The woman had a platef #Quote by Elias Canetti

#3. I like new-Jay," Chelsea finally announced, as though she was making a simple observation rather than trying to pry information out of her friend.
"Shut up." Violet groaned, unable to completely hide her smile at Chelsea's absurd comment. Still, she didn't feel inclined to share her problems with Chelsea.
"Don't get me wrong, Vi. I still like old-Jay better; I'm just saying that new-Jay's not so bad. Plus, at least he had the balls to ask you to the dance. That's something that old-Jay couldn't seem to manage."
"He's not new-Jay," Violet insisted, stopping at her locker to grab her notebook. "Jay's just pissed off at me right now. He'll get over it. Besides, I already told you that we're just friends."
"Which one? New-Jay or old-Jay?"
Violet rolled her eyes as she slammed the metal door shut. "Both." She turned on her feel and left Chelsea standing alone by the row of lockers. And then she called back over her shoulder. "Besides . . . there is no new-Jay."
It took Violet only a moment to register the fact that Jay was standing right there in the hallway, just a few feet away from her and within earshot of her entire conversation with Chelsea, although she couldn't be sure how long he'd been standing there. Still, she was mortified that he'd caught her talking about him at all.
She ignored the blazing look he flashed in her direction as she hurried past him, escaping to her next class . . . and trying to ignore the fact that he would be sitti #Quote by Kimberly Derting

#4. Some people say that you should go to all the parties, to the nightclubs, the Viper Room, and make contacts. And I look at them and say, You dont want to have contacts with those people. Look at what happened to River Phoenix. If you get caught up in that, it ruins you. Hollywood is garbage. #Quote by Paul Walker

#5. Common phrases narcissists use and what they actually mean:

1. I love you.
Translation: I love owning you. I love controlling you. I love using you. It feels so good to love-bomb you, to sweet-talk you, to pull you in and to discard you whenever I please. When I flatter you, I can have anything I want. You trust me. You open up so easily, even after you've already been mistreated. Once you're hooked and invested, I'll pull the rug beneath your feet just to watch you fall.

2. I am sorry you feel that way.
Translation: Sorry, not sorry. Let's get this argument over with already so I can continue my abusive behavior in peace. I am not sorry that I did what I did, I am sorry I got caught. I am sorry you're calling me out. I am sorry that I am being held accountable. I am sorry you have the emotions that you do. To me, they're not valid because I am entitled to have everything I want – regardless of how you feel about it.

3. You're oversensitive/overreacting.
Translation: You're having a perfectly normal reaction to an immense amount of bullshit, but all I see is that you're catching on. Let me gaslight you some more so you second-guess yourself. Emotionally invalidating you is the key to keeping you compliant. So long as you don't trust yourself, you'll work that much harder to rationalize, minimize and deny my abuse.

4. You're crazy.
Translation: I am a master of creating chaos to provoke you. I love it when you r #Quote by Shahida Arabi

#6. Clay caught her hand as she reached for his arm and held it tight. "And the girls can get a meal on, or we'll go eat in the bunkhouse. I want you to rest." "Clay, I don't need to rest." Sophie dabbed at his oozing wound. "There is nothing in the. . ." Sophie realized her fingers were going numb as Clay squeezed tighter and tighter. "The girls can do it. They have a stew already done, so they just need to mix up biscuits and set the table." She was talking fast at the end. Clay released her. Sophie sighed with relief and had to control the urge to rub her hand. She arched one eyebrow at her husband. "Good girl," he said, like she was a well-behaved horse. #Quote by Mary Connealy

#7. Anyone can tell that Freddy is no thief."
"She's right about that," the dull-witted Freddy put in helpfully. "I've got two left feet-can't go anywhere without running into something. That's probably why they caught me."
"Ah, but in cases like this, the fools generally prevail. Those fellows out there don't care about the truth. They just want your cousin's blood."
Panic showed in her face. "You mustn't let them have it!"
He stifled a smile. "I could put in a good word for him, soothe their tempers and get you two out of this with your necks attached. If…"
She instantly stiffened. "If what?"
"If you accept my proposition."
A fetching blush spread over her pretty cheeks. "I shan't give up my virtue, even to save my neck."
"Did I say anything about giving up your virtue?"
She blinked. "Well…no. But given the kind of man you are-"
"And what kind is that?" This should be amusing.
"You know." She tipped up her chin. "The kind who spends his time in brothels. I've heard all about you English lords and your debauchery."
"I don't want your virtue, my dear." He flicked his glance down her delectable body and suppressed a sigh. "Not that I don't find the idea tempting, but right now I have more urgent concerns."
And no man of rank was fool enough to seduce a virgin-that was the surest way to end up leg-shackled to a schemer. Besides, he preferred experienced women. They knew how to pleasure a man without plaguing him about #Quote by Sabrina Jeffries

#8. Young people, Lord. Do they still call it infatuation? That magic ax that chops away the world in one blow, leaving only the couple standing there trembling? Whatever they call it, it leaps over anything, takes the biggest chair, the largest slice, rules the ground wherever it walks, from a mansion to a swamp, and its selfishness is its beauty. Before I was reduced to singsong, I saw all kinds of mating. Most are two-night stands trying to last a season. Some, the riptide ones, claim exclusive right to the real name, even though everybody drowns in its wake. People with no imagination feed it with sex - the clown of love. They don't know the real kinds, the better kinds, where losses are cut and everybody benefits. It takes a certain intelligence to love like that - softly, without props. But the world is such a showpiece, maybe that's why folks try to outdo it, put everything they feel onstage just to prove they can think up things too: handsome scary things like fights to the death, adultery, setting sheets afire. They fail, of course. The world outdoes them every time. While they are busy showing off, digging other people's graves, hanging themselves on a cross, running wild in the streets, cherries are quietly turning from greed to red, oysters are suffering pearls, and children are catching rain in their mouths expecting the drops to be cold but they're not; they are warm and smell like pineapple before they get heavier and heavier, so heavy and fast they can't be caught #Quote by Toni Morrison

#9. 'Downton Abbey' has become this huge thing, and I really enjoy the success of it, but I sometimes find myself on the outside looking in, which is sort of a healthy way to look at it so you don't get too caught up in it. #Quote by Michelle Dockery

#10. Margaret told me that often we get so caught up in seeing our own prayers answered that we don't realize we are blessing others. #Quote by Rachel Fordham

#11. It took me a long time to understand not to get caught up in other people's expectations. It really comes down to creative fulfillment. It took me a while to realize I don't want to just be on a show to be on a show. #Quote by Jim Gaffigan

#12. If you're not Gryffindor, we'll disinherit you," said Ron, "but no pressure."
"Ron!"
Lily and Hugo laughed, but Albus and Rose looked solemn.
"He doesn't mean it," said Hermione and Ginny, but Ron was no longer paying attention. Catching Harry's eye, he nodded covertly to a point of some fifty yards away. The steam had thinned for a moment, and three people stood in sharp relief against the shifting mist.
"Look who it is"
Draco Malfoy was standing there with his wife and son, a dark coat buttoned up to his throat. His hair was receding somewhat, with emphasised the pointed chin. The new boy resembled Draco as much as Albus resembled Harry. Draco caught sight of Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny staring at him, nodded curtly and turned away again.
"So that's little Scorpius" said Ron under his breath. "Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother's brains."
"Ron for heaven's sake," said Hermione, half-stern, half-amused. "Don't try to turn them against each other before they've even started school!"
"You're right, sorry" said Ron, but unable to help himself, he added, "don't get too friendly with him, though Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pure-blood."
"Hey! #Quote by J.K. Rowling

#13. The day before our final exercise had begun, the DS had made the briefing crystal clear.
"Don't give them anything or they will exploit it. Be smart. Stay focused despite the pain and fatigue. Slip up for a second and you fail. And no one is your friend, until you see me walk in wearing a white cross on my sleeve. Only then is the exercise over."
"The Red CROSS is not my white cross; a vicar's CROSS is not my white cross…the offer of a hot-CROSS bun and a sip of tea is not my white cross. Do you understand?"
He reiterated. "Don't get caught out--not at this stage of Selection. #Quote by Bear Grylls

#14. You need to have mercy on me, baby," his tone turned slightly threatening, "before I snap."

"I told you to stay the fuck away from him. I told you not to let him touch you. I told you not to let him kiss you. Did he fuckin' kiss you again? You let him fucking touch you again?"

"Am i gonna have to beat the shit out o' him? Is that what it's gonna take?"

"He can't fuck you, Elaina." His hands released her wrists and dropped down until his arms encircled her waist completely. He hugged her to him, running his hands up and down her back. "I get that you're too young for me. I can't have you yet." His hands clenched tight in pure possession. "But baby, you need to take care. You belong to me--" She jerked in his arms and caught him off guard. "I don't belong to you---" His head whipped up to glare at her face and his hand grabbed her chin and lifted it. "You're gonna fckin' belong to me. Just as soon as you get grown, I've told you before. But you need to take care, protect what's mine, or all bets are off and I'll move in now. Your choice. I'll give you time and space but you gotta promise. Nobody fucks you. Now. Promise Now. #Quote by Lynda Chance

#15. A lot of the tabloid stories are written so well, they're very clever and very funny. But you have to focus on what's really important and not read them - don't dive into it and don't get caught up in it. #Quote by Calista Flockhart

#16. Working on ourselves is very important, but it's also important that we don't get so caught up in analyzing ourselves that we become the one thing standing in our own way. #Quote by Dannye Williamsen

#17. He strode forward, heedless of the murmuring that began among the women when they saw him. Then Sara turned, and her gaze met his. Instantly a guilty blush spread over her cheeks that told him all he needed to know about her intent.
"Good afternoon, ladies," he said in steely tones. "Class is over for today. Why don't you all go up on deck and get a little fresh air?"
When the women looked at Sara, she folded her hands primly in front of her and stared at him. "You have no right to dismiss my class, Captain Horn. Besides, we aren't finished yet. I was telling them a story - "
"I know. You were recounting Lysistrata."
Surprise flickered briefly in her eyes, but then turned smug and looked down her aristocratic little nose at him. "Yes, Lysistrata," she said in a sweet voice that didn't fool him for one minute. "Surely you have no objection to my educating the women on the great works of literature, Captain Horn."
"None at all." He set his hands on his hips. "But I question your choice of material. Don't you think Aristophanes is a bit beyond the abilities of your pupils?"
He took great pleasure in the shock that passed over Sara's face before she caught herself. Ignoring the rustle of whispers among the women, she stood a little straighter. "As if you know anything at all about Aristophanes."
"I don't have to be an English lordling to know literature, Sara. I know all the blasted writers you English make so much of. Any one of them would have #Quote by Sabrina Jeffries

#18. W"e've taken our love of crows and glitter to the point of no return. Our best advice is don't get caught up in the details… just enjoy the over-the-top romance. #Quote by Alexa Riley

#19. Be neither attracted nor repulsed. You are watching a movie. If the visions are beautiful or horrible, Don't get caught up in them. Enjoy your popcorn. #Quote by Frederick Lenz

#20. I'm not a big Hollywood star. I'm an actor. I'm called a star. That's not what I am. First of all I'm a human being; my profession is acting. People give you titles. They say you're an up and coming star, then they say you're a star, then they say you're a washed-up star. So I don't get caught up in what I'm called. My job, my profession, is acting. #Quote by Denzel Washington

#21. Have you ever watched people when they don't know you're watching them? Like in a movie theater or a concert. When people get caught up in watching something, their faces change. The lines on their faces get softer, because whatever they're watching has made them forget how they think they're supposed to be looking. Instead, they just ARE - just sitting there, listening and watching and being real. #Quote by Claire Legrand

#22. I don't have to tell you, once you get a corpse really caught up in conversation, your battle's half over. #Quote by William Goldman

#23. Then someone knocks on the door, very clearly, four times. I pull away from Lena quickly.
"What's that?" I say, dragging my forearm across my eyes, trying to get control of myself. Lena tries to pass it off as though she hadn't heard. Her face has gone white, her eyes wide and terrified. When the knocking starts up again, she doesn't move, just stays frozen where she is.
"I thought nobody comes in this way." I cross my arms, watching Lena narrowly. There's a suspicious needling, pricking at some corner of my mind, but I can't quite focus on it.
"They don't. I mean - sometimes - I mean, the delivery guys - "
As she stammers excuses, the door opens, and he pokes his head in - the boy from the day Lena and I jumped the gate at the lab complex, just after we had our evaluations. His eyes land on me and he, too, freezes.
At first I think there must be a mistake. He must have knocked on the wrong door. Lena will yell at him now, tell him to clear off. But then my mind grinds slowly into gear and I realize that no, he has just called Lena's name. This was obviously planned. #Quote by Lauren Oliver

#24. He poked his finger into my chest again. "Well, I have something to tell you: don't let the sun set on you in this county, because…"
I grabbed his wrist and yanked him forward, tripping him with my foot. He went down back first and I caught him by his throat, three feet above the ground, lifted him up a bit and bent down to his face. My eyes glowed with murderous red. My voice turned rough with an animal growl. "Listen well, because I won't be repeating myself, you racist prick. If you make any trouble for me or my people, I'll hunt you down like the pig you are and carve a second mouth across your gut. They'll find you hanging by your own intestines. The next time you hear something laugh and howl in the night, hug your family, because you won't see the sunrise."
I opened my fingers. He crashed on the ground, his face white as a sheet. He scrambled backward, rolled to his feet, and took off.
The three shapeshifters stared at me, openmouthed.
"That's how you intimidate people. No witnesses and not a mark on him. Get your asses to the car. #Quote by Ilona Andrews

#25. Society mediates between the extremes of, on the one hand, intolerably strict morality and, on the other, dangerously anarchic permissiveness through an unspoken agreement whereby we are given leave to bend the rules of the strictest morality, provided we do so quietly and discreetly. Hypocrisy is the grease that keeps society functioning in an agreeable way, by allowing for human fallibility and reconciling the seemingly irreconcilable human needs for order and pleasure. When Buckley and Wambaugh said bluntly that it's all right to deceive subjects, they breached the contract whereby you never come right out and admit you have stretched the rules for your own benefit. You do it and shut up about it, and hope you don't get caught, because if you are caught no one - or no one who has any sense - will come forward and say he has done the same thing himself. #Quote by Janet Malcolm

#26. With a raw ache in his voice he said, "If you would take one step forward, darling, you could cry in my arms. And while you do, I'll tell you how sorry I am for everything I've done-" Unable to wait, Ian caught her, pulling her tightly against him. "And when I'm finished," he whispered hoarsely as she wrapped her arms around him and wept brokenly, "you can help me find a way to forgive myself."
Tortured by her tears, he clasped her tighter and rubbed his jaw against her temple, his voice a ravaged whisper: "I'm sorry," he told her. He cupped her face between his palms, tipping it up and gazing into her eyes, his thumbs moving over her wet cheeks. "I'm sorry." Slowly, he bent his head, covering her mouth with his. "I'm so damned sorry."
She kissed him back, holding him fiercely to her while shattered sobs racked her slender body and tears poured from her eyes. Tormented by her anguish, Ian dragged his mouth from hers, kissing her wet cheeks, running his hands over her shaking back and shoulders, trying to comfort her. "Please darling, don't cry anymore," he pleaded hoarsely. "Please don't." She held him tighter, weeping, her cheek pressed to his chest, her tears soaking his heavy woolen shirt and tearing at his heart.
"Don't," Ian whispered, his voice raw with his own unshed tears. "You're tearing me apart." An instant after he said those words, he realized that she'd stop crying to keep from hurting him, and he felt her shudder, trying valiantly to get control. #Quote by Judith McNaught

#27. You do that a great deal, don't you?"
He swallowed the rest of his wine. "What?"
"Close up into yourself whenever someone tries to peer into your soul. Make a joke of it."
"If you came out here to lecture me," he snapped, "don't bother. Gran has perfected that talent. You can't possibly compete."
"I only want to understand."
"I want to be consumed by a star, but we don't all get what we want."
"What?"
"Never mind." Turning for the nearest door into the house, he started to stalk off, but she caught his arm.
"Why are you so angry at your grandmother?" Maria asked.
"I told you-she's trying to ruin the lives of me and my siblings."
"By requiring you to marry so you can have children? I thought all lords and ladies were expected to do that. And the five of you are certainly old enough." Her tone turned teasing. "Some of you are beyond being old enough."
"Watch it, minx," he clipped out. "I'm not in the mood for having my nose tweaked tonight."
"Because of your grandmother, you mean. It's not just her demand that has you angry, is it? It goes back longer than that."
Oliver glared at her. "Why do you care? Has she got you fighting her battles for her now?"
"Hardly. She just informed me that I was, and I quote, 'exactly the sort of woman who would not meet my requirements of a wife.'"
A smile touched his lips at her accurate mimicking of Gran at her most haughty. "I told you she would think that."
"Yes #Quote by Sabrina Jeffries

#28. My morning schedule saw me first in Cannan's office, conferring with my advisor, but our meeting was interrupted within minutes by Narian, who entered without knocking and whose eyes were colder than I had seen them in a long time.
"I thought you intended to control them," he stated, walking toward the captain's desk and standing directly beside the chair in which I sat."
He slammed a lengthy piece of parchment down on the wood surface, an unusual amount of tension in his movements. I glanced toward the open door and caught sight of Rava. She stood with one hand resting against the frame, her calculating eyes evaluating the scene while she awaited orders.
Cannan's gaze went to the parchment, but he did not reach for it, scanning its contents from a distance. Then he looked at Narian, unruffled.
"I can think of a dozen or more men capable of this."
"But you know who is responsible."
Cannan sat back, assessing his opposition. "I don't know with certainty any more than you do. In the absence of definitive proof of guilt on behalf of my son and his friends, I suggest you and your fellows develop a sense of humor." Then the captain's tone changed, becoming more forbidding. "I can prevent an uprising, Narian. This, you'll have to get used to."
Not wanting to be in the dark, I snatched up the parchment in question. My mouth opened in shock and dismay as I silently read its contents, the men waiting for me to finish.
On this Thirtieth Day of Ma #Quote by Cayla Kluver

#29. Don't get so caught up in looking behind you forget to look ahead. #Quote by Ilsa J. Bick

#30. It's been the longest time
Since I've been in this place,
Where I spend my whole day
Hoping I'll see your face.
Then I script things to say,
And maybe what you'd say back.
You don't know it yet,
But, girl, it's a fact

That I can see us
Staying up late,
Talking all night,
But I guess I'll have to wait.
'Cause it's brand-new,
Yeah, I know we just met.
I want to be there with you,
But not just yet.

Girl, you've got that look,
Like you're hard to impress.
So I'm bumbling with words,
'Cause my mind is a mess.
You were out of the blue
And you caught me by surprise,
With a slight smile, that long stare,
And a challenge in your eyes

I could feel all this
In that single look,
Like you could see my soul.
You could read me like a book,
And I think it's something.
Though I know we just met,
I'm gonna get there with you.
You just don't know it ... yet. #Quote by Emery Lord

#31. Well, in regards to surfing, I've learned that there is always another wave coming. Translated that means there is always tomorrow. No matter how badly you get caught inside, if you can just hang in there and keep paddling, the set is going to pass and there will be a lull afterwards. So don't give up, just take your pounding, wait until the set passes, then make your move. #Quote by Gerry Lopez

#32. Do you ever miss your mother?"
"I never knew her, so no. But I miss what could've been." He tilted his head. "It's nothing like what you went through, is it now? It was a horrible story, about your brother. How do you get over something like that?"
"You don't."
The stiches on the old wound unraveled within me as I thought about the answer. "I held on to hope that he was alive for almost a year." I wiped my nose and told myself to stop. I'd never even told my counselors that. "I prayed by the hour during these months. I had faith then. And where did that get me? Where was God when my brother died? When my world imploded?" My voice broke and I covered my face. "I have to go." I dashed past Beckett and walked as fast as I could.
With Bob running ahead, Beckett caught up with me in three strides. He reached for my arm and pulled me to a stop. "Wait."
"I should be able this. I know I should. But I'm not." Through my tears, I saw concern staring back at me. And it just added another knot to the dark tangle inside. "I want to be me again-to have faith, to feel hope , to feel...something. Something besides this..." Ugliness. I closed my mouth and just shook my head.
"Hey. It's okay to be mad." Beckett slid his arms around me and enfolded me in a hug. "But you can't give up on your faith. #Quote by Jenny B. Jones

#33. When the Archives file out of the room, Galen turns to Emma. She's ready for him. She holds up her shushing finger. "Don't even," she says. "I was going to tell you, but I just didn't have a chance."
"Tell me now," he says. "Since it seems I'm the last to know." He isn't the last to know, of course. But he'd really hoped she would come to him with it. Before now. Before it became an issue for other people.
She raises a hesitant brow.
"Please," he grates out.
She sighs in a gust. "I still don't think it's important at the moment, but when Rayna took off for the Arena, I hoped on one of the jet skis and tried to follow. But," she amends, "I did not intend to get in the water. I swear I didn't. It's just that Goliath wanted to play, and he tipped over the"-she must sense all his patience oozing out-"anyway, so I come across this Syrena, Jasa, and she's been caught in a net and two men are pulling her aboard. So me and Goliath helped her."
"Where are the fishermen now?"
"Um. Unless Rachel did something drastic, they're probably at home telling their kids crazy stories about mermaids."
Galen feels a sense of control slipping, but of what he's not sure. For centuries, the Syrena have remained unnoticed by humans. Now within the span of a week, they've allowed themselves to be captured twice. He hopes this does not become a pattern.
Toraf must have mistaken his long pause for brooding. "Don't be too hard on her, Galen," he says. "I told you, E #Quote by Anna Banks

#34. Do you know what it was like kissing Holly and looking up to see you?"

"What?"

"You said to begin anywhere."

But I hadn't expected that as a beginning, middle or end. I felt my cheeks getting warm. "I guess it was pretty embarrassing for both of us," I said, and walked ahead of him so he wouldn't see my face. "I know, I just kept staring at you."

"What were you thinking?"

"I don't remember."

"Don't you start using that line," he chided.

"Then don't ask me, Nick." Did he suspect how I felt.
He caught me and turned me around to face him. I focused on his shirt.

"Okay," he said quietly, "I'll tell you what I was thinking. I couldn't believe that I, who was never going to get hooked, had fallen in love with a girl who didn't want to date, and she was watching me kiss somebody else."

I glanced up.

"Your turn, brave girl. What were you thinking?"

"That Holly looked beautiful in your arms and that you didn't pull away from her the way you had pulled away from me when I kissed you."

He drew me to him. "I'm not pulling away again," he said holding me close. #Quote by Elizabeth Chandler

#35. Nicolas sat very still just watching her. What he wanted to do was yank her back into the boat and weld their mouths together. Their bodies. He craved her like he would a drug. He made himself breath. In and out. He could read the desperation in her eyes, the fear. Not of him, for him. The tight coil in his belly began to relax. Not giving her time to argue or think, he simply caught her small wrists and lifted her into the boat. "We're adults, remember? Now that we know it can happen, we'll be more careful." He managed a quick, teasing grin. "Until we don't want to be careful."
Dahlia swallowed hard. She had courage, he had to give her that. Respect for her grew with every moment in her company. She didn't back away from him, but held her ground. They were both standing up, and she had a long way to look up. "It could happen, Nicolas. You've never seen what pure energy can do, but I have. I generate heat when it happens and fires start. People get hurt."
"Have you ever made love to someone, Dahlia?"
His voice was so low she had to strain to hear him. She felt the surge of darkness, of danger, something lethal and deadly emanating from him.
"No, I've never wanted to get that close to anyone."
"Until now." He wanted to hear her say it. At least give him that much. He needed that much.
"Until now," she agreed.
Nicolas stepped away from her, sank back into position. "Thanks for not pushing me into the water. You must have thought about it."
#Quote by Christine Feehan

#36. I have a strong army I keep with me and we don't go out there looking for problems. A lot of people have this perception ... but I don't have a superiority complex about me because I'm from New York or because I'm Peruvian/Black. I think some people get caught up in that stuff. #Quote by Immortal Technique

#37. I just don't understand how people can get so caught up in having their picture taken. #Quote by Anthony Mackie

#38. Focus on whether you are fulfilling your own potential than comparing yourself to someone else. The fact that you have a natural limit to any specific ability has nothing too do with whether you are reaching the ceiling of your capabilities. People get so caught up in the fact that they have limits that they rarely exert the effort required to get close to them.
Genes can not make you successful if you're not doing the work. Until you work as hard as those you admire, don't explain away their success as luck. #Quote by James Clear

#39. I smack into him as if shoved from behind. He doesn't budge, not an inch. Just holds my shoulders and waits. Maybe he's waiting for me to find my balance. Maybe he's waiting for me to gather my pride. I hope he's got all day.
I hear people passing on the boardwalk and imagine them staring. Best-case scenario, they think I know this guy, that we're hugging. Worst-case scenario, they saw me totter like an intoxicated walrus into this complete stranger because I was looking down for a place to park our beach stuff. Either way, he knows what happened. He knows why my cheek is plastered to his bare chest. And there is definite humiliation waiting when I get around to looking up at him.
Options skim through my head like a flip book.
Option One: Run away as fast as my dollar-store flip flops can take me. Thing is, tripping over them is partly responsible for my current dilemma. In fact, one of them is missing, probably caught in a crack of the boardwalk. I'm getting Cinderella didn't feel this foolish, but then again, Cinderella wasn't as clumsy as an intoxicated walrus.
Option two: Pretend I've fainted. Go limp and everything. Drool, even. But I know this won't work because my eyes flutter too much to fake it, and besides, people don't blush while unconscious.
Option Three: Pray for a lightning bolt. A deadly one that you feel in advance because the air gets all atingle and your skin crawls-or so the science books say. It might kill us both, but really, he #Quote by Anna Banks

#40. Clothes aren't what they used to be
They don't seem to fit you and me anymore
Modesty is out the door
Flaunting what we've got and more is in
Yeah it's in

They're saying
Don't ask why just wear what we say
You'll look like a model if you'll only obey
To get the attention, just do what we say

Pay so much for clothes so small
Was that shirt made for me or my doll?
Is this all I get?
I looked so hot but caught a cold
I was doing just what I was told
To fit in

We're saying let's ask why
Don't wear what they say
Don't want to be a model
They can't eat anyway
That kind of attention will fade with the day
So I'll stand up and say

Clothes that fit are fine
Won't show whats mine
Don't change my mind
I'll be fine #Quote by BarlowGirl

#41. Women are wonderful, but they get so caught up about their body. We need to unhook from worrying so much. When I don't feel good, I look in the mirror and think I look fat and miserable. But when I feel good and whole, I'm not worried about my body because I'm living in it. It doesn't become an object. #Quote by Natalie Goldberg

#42. I get caught up in the excitement and clap like a little girl.

This is my mistake, thinking I belong. I should have bolted for home immediately. But I don't. I hang around. I want to be a part of it all. #Quote by Laurie Halse Anderson

#43. Don't get caught up in fashion games. These kids probably think we're old, nark conformists or something, but really, they're just conforming in their own ways. They're conforming to nonconformity. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#44. Someday you're gonna go stupid for a woman. And when you do, do me this one favor: don't get all caught up in the bullshit that's going on in your head. If it's right, then you put on your fuckin' big-boy pants and you go for it. #Quote by Justin Halpern