Heroes Are My Weakness Quotes

“He tunneled his dirty hands through her hair and kissed her breathless. Her neck, her eyes, the corners of her mouth. He kissed her lips as if his life depended on it. Kissed their future into her. All they could have and all they could be.”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness

“I don't need anybody here."
"Sure you do. Who's going to answer the door while you're asleep in your casket?”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness

“Their kisses had gone on and on—cheeks, neck, mouth, and tongue. Seconds . . . minutes . . . hours. Then they’d start all over again. Adults were too fixed on the final goal to take that kind of time. Only teenagers afraid of the next step exchanged kisses that lasted forever.”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness

“You're the one who's not supposed to be here." She hoped he didn't hear the squeak in her normally reliable voice. "How am I supposed to snoop if you don't leave when you say you're going to?”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness

“It's not your fault that you're slow. I'm sure it's hard to recover from being hit on the head with a silver spoon.”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness

“A rubbish word. One he hardly ever used. The word had no moral weight. A person didn’t need courage for “nice.” “Nice” called for no sacrifice, no strength of character. If only all he’d ever had to do was be nice . . .”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness

“He gave Dancer one last pat. 'You're luckier than you know, pal. Living without a set of balls makes life a lot less complicated.”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness

“The idea that he thought more of her than she sometimes thought of herself took her aback.
Trust him, Scamp urged.
Don't be a fool, Dilly said.
Forget about him! Peter exclaimed. I shall save you!
Dude, Leo sneered. Stop being such a tool. She can save herself. ”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness

“You should have made porn puppets. You could have charged a lot more for the shows.”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness

“His writer's words poured over her like poetry, and she couldn't find a single wisecrack to put up between them.”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness

“Doesn’t it bother you, being out in that cottage all alone? Especially with Theo Harp as your only neighbor.”
“I’m pretty fearless,” Annie replied.
The puppets in her head fell all over themselves laughing.”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness

“Annie, just once could you not give me a hard time?”
“Maybe someday, but not today.”
“Annie, you’re making Theo sad.” Neither of them realized Livia had been paying attention to them. She peered around Theo’s legs. “I think you should tell him your free secret.”
“I don’t!” She gave Livia a death glare. “And you’d better not, either.”
Livia peered up at Theo. “Then you better tell your free secret.”
He stiffened. “Annie doesn’t want to hear my free secret.”
“You have a free secret?” Annie asked.
“Yes, he does.” Livia puffed up with four-year-old self-importance. “And I know it.”
Now Theo was the one giving Livia the death glare. “Find some pinecones. A lot of them.” He jabbed his hand toward the trees behind the gazebo. “Over there.”
Annie could only stand so much. “Later,” she said. “We need to get back to the cottage and see if mom’s awake.”
Livia’s face turned into a thundercloud. “I don’t want to go!”
“Don’t give Annie a hard time,” he said. “I’ll finish the fairy house. You can see it later.”
The fire had disrupted Livia’s world. She hadn’t had enough sleep, and she was as cranky as only an overstimulated four-your-old could be. “I’m not going!” she cried. “And if you don’t let me stay, I’ll tell your free secrets!”
Annie grabbed her arm. “You can’t tell a free secret!”
“You absolutely can’t!” Theo exclaimed.
“I can!” Livia retorted. “If they’re both the same!”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness

“Drop that towel, and I'll throw in champagne.”
“Tempting.” She made her way toward her bedroom. “But since I might be pregnant, I couldn't drink.”
He gave a long sigh. “And with those chilling words, the raging fire in his loins vanished.”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness

“Having her on Peregrine again was like being shoved back into a nightmare, so why did he look forward to being with her? Maybe because he found a certain bizarre safety in her company. She didn't possess any of the polished beauty he was always drawn to. Unlike Kenley, Annie had a quirky amusement park of a face. Annie was also smart as a whip, and although she wasn't needy, she didn't present herself as being indomitable, either.
Those were her good points. As for the bad...
Annie regarded life as a puppet show. She had no experience with soul-crushing nights or despair so thick it clung to everything you touched. Annie might deny it, but she still believed in happy endings. That was the illusion trapping him into wanting to be with her.”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness

“He liked discomfort. It made him feel alive.”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness

“pressed it to her eyes. “Thank you. It means”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness

“She gazed around the kitchen. Where was the junk food? The bags of tortilla chips and tubs of Ben & Jerry’s? Where was the stockpile of potato chips, the stash of peanut butter cups? No salty, crunchy things. No sweet indulgences. In its own way, this kitchen was as creepy as the other one.”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness

“He hates having people around.”
Then how does he expect to find his next murder victim? Scamp inquired. Unless it’s Jaycie . . .”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness

“Time doesn't change a person's basic character.”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness

“-Seguro que hiciste un pacto con el diablo: le diste el alma a cambio de saber cocinar.-Y de poder ver a través de la ropa de las mujeres -añadió Theo a la vez que dejaba caer una pinza vacía en el bol para los restos del caparazón.”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness

“No siempre llega antes quien más corre.”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness

“Eventually Theo would pick up their daughter, kiss the top of her head, and carry her to an old spruce stump. He’d crouch down, gather up the beach glass that was still scattered there, and whisper in her ear. “Let’s build a fairy house.”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness

“Charlie glared at the puppet. “I’m really mad.”
“Sure you are. Super mad.” Leo circled his head one way and then the other. “I’ve got an idea.”
“What?”
“Tell him how mad you are. Then look really pitiful and ask him to take you Boogie-boarding. If you look pitiful enough, I bet he’ll feel so bad that he’ll take you.”
Charlie wasn’t born yesterday. He looked past Leo to the man holding him. “Really! Can we go right now?”
His father set Leo aside and shrugged. “The waves look good. Why not? Get your stuff.”
Charlie jumped up, and raced toward the house. His legs pumping. But just as he got to the front step, he stopped and whipped around. “I get to drive!”
“No you don’t!” his mother countered, slipping Scamp from her arm.
Charlie stomped inside, and his father laughed. “I love that kid.”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness

“I want a life with you, Annie. I want to make love with you until you can’t walk. And have kids with you. I’m sorry it took me so long to figure out, but I’m not exactly used to having love feel good. He poked his finger in the rough direction of her face. “You talked about being a romantic. Romance is nothing! It’s a tiny word that doesn’t come close to what I feel for you.”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness

“I don’t want to talk about it!”
“Fin!” he shouted back. “I’ll do the talking. I love you, and by damn I’m not ashamed of it, and you may not have as much baggage as I do, but don’t pretend you don’t have some with all those losers you attached yourself to.”
“Only two!”
“And only two for me, so we’re even!”
“Not even close!” They were fifteen feet apart and she was still screaming. “My two were self-centered assholes! Yours were homicidal nutcases!”
“Kenley wasn’t homicidal!”
“Close enough. And all I did after my breakups was watch Big Bang reruns and gain five pounds! That’s not the same as doing penance for the rest of your life.” ”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness

“The oversize jar that held Regan’s collection of beach glass was stored at the back of his closet, shoved there years ago because, like so much else in the house, it triggered bad memories. But as he pulled it out and carried it downstairs, the edges of his dark mood lifted for the first time all day. The sweet, generous side of Regan’s nature would have loved passing on her precious beach stones to Livia, one little girl to another.
As he descended the stairs that his sister had raced up and down a dozen times a day, something brushed past him. Something warm. Invisible. He stopped where he was and shut his eyes, the glass jar cool in his hands, his sister’s face vivid in his mind.
Regan smiling at him. A smile that said Be happy. ”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness

“ Dear Theo,
I’ve moved into town for a few days to, among other things, adjust to the depressing (boo hoo) prospect of no longer having mind-blowing sex with you. I’m sure you can find me if you try hard enough, but I have stuff to do, and I’m asking you to leave me the hell alone. Be a pal, okay? I’ll handle the Witches of Peregrine Island, so stay away from them.

A. ”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness

“The love radiating from Mariah’s face, her hand curled protectively across her belly, all of it so tender. These sketches were Annie’s true legacy. They were concrete evidence that Annie had been created in love. Maybe that’s what her mother had wanted her to see.”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness

“She loved him. There it was. The thing she’d vowed would never happen. She loved Theo Harp. Not just his body or his face. Not just for sex or companionship. Definitely not for his money. She loved him for who he was. For his beautiful, tortured, kind soul.”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness

“I know you’re armed and dangerous, but I’m asking you to stay at Harp House while I’m gone. This is a polite request, not an order.”
He’d tried to take care of her. “You’re such a girl,” she said.
He answered that by leaning back on his heels and glaring at her, every inch of him the embodiment of pissed-off masculinity.
“That was a compliment,” she said. “Sort of. The whole nurturing thing you have going…? As much as I appreciate your watchdog attitude, I’m not one of those needy females you tend to collect.”
He gave her his baddest badass sneer. “That whip idea you had … I’m liking it more and more.”
She wanted to rip off his clothes and devour him right there. Instead, she sniffed, “I’ll stay at Harp House, girlfriend, just to keep you from worrying.”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Heroes Are My Weakness