Hey!” I wave my index finger in his face, “No shitting on pop music. Everyone needs some light, fun, sexy pop music. It’s summer, and that right there, is the perfect summer song. It’s hot.” “You’re right, it is hot,” he says, scanning my body with his eyes.

— Hilaria Alexander

I can do this… I can start over. Furthermore, I can save my own life, and I’m never going to be alone as long as I have stars to wish on and people to still love.

— Jennifer Elisabeth

I cannot express how lordly and transfigured I felt at that moment. I was a prince of that harbor, a porpoise king - slim among the buoys and the water traffic.

— Pat Conroy

I can see why some people become “beach bunnies”: you don’t have to think about things or even talk when you’re on the beach. You just sit here and feel good about being alive.

— Jennifer Allison

I could watch him do this until morning — never asking questions and never interrupting his work. I worship quietly — his intense focus and attention to detail and then, out of nowhere, I realize the inconvenient, inappropriate truth: ‘I love this man… and it has swallowed me.

— Jennifer Elisabeth

I don’t ever want to hurt anyone, but I really wish there was something like a reset button on my life.

— Jennifer Elisabeth

I don't hate it here," she said automatically. Surprising herself, she realized that as much as she'd been trying to convince herself otherwise, she was telling the truth. "It's just that I don't belong here." He gave her a melancholy smile. "If it's any consolation, when I was growing up, I didn't feel like I belonged here, either. I dreamed about going to New York. But it's strange, because when I finally escaped this place, I ended up missing it more than I thought I would. There's something about the ocean that just calls to me.

— Nicholas Sparks

I fantasize the night sky to be like a cosmic blueprint of my life as I close my eyes and unbutton my heart…. Just in case anyone up there is listening.

— Jennifer Elisabeth

I feel a resurgence of my 6-year-old self… that little warrior, goddess of a girl reminding me of who I was when I was little, before the world got its hands on me.

— Jennifer Elisabeth

I feel like a paper cut just waiting to bleed.

— Jennifer Elisabeth