Hard Love Quotes

“You don’t need extra sleep—you need a personality adjustment. Consider this community service.”
― Sara Ney, Hard Love

“My strength is my patience. My contentment”
― Sara Ney, Hard Love

“Shit.” He suddenly sets down the carver. “You know what I need?” “What?” “An apron.” He disappears into the pantry adjacent to the kitchen then sticks his head out. “Do you want one too?” Lord. Can I handle him in an apron? “Um, sure.” Tripp is pulling one over his neck when he walks back out, a basic black canvas getup he’s tying around his waist. Has an identical one for me. Standing in front of me, mere inches away, he slides the thin straps over my head, pulls it down and sizes it. Creates a fold in front so it’s not too long, then slides his arms behind my back, loops it around once, and ties it in a bow at my belly button. “Well then. Aren’t you fucking adorable.” He leans forward, kissing me on the tip of the nose. What the what has gotten into him? What the hell is in this wine?”
― Sara Ney, Hard Love

“Your tongue. Her throat.” Holy. Christ. The photo shoved in my face shows Chandler on top of me in front of her townhouse in the rain and we’re kissing, rain illuminated by the streetlights, glistening like glitter. We look like a romance novel cover. The kind of book Darla would choose.”
― Sara Ney, Hard Love

“That wasn’t a fun book club meeting. Plus, at that meeting, Gert ate most of the taco dip, which really pissed me the fuck off. Part of the reason I’m willing to read their stupid, shitty book selection every month is the taco dip tray I know is going to be at the meetings. Gertrude and I had it out that night, let me tell you.”
― Sara Ney, Hard Love

“My phone rings. Dammit! It’s him. WHAT IS HE DOING? I swipe to answer, already rolling my eyes. “What?” He pauses. “Is that how you answer the phone now? I thought you were nice.” Nice?”
― Sara Ney, Hard Love

“Son, pick yourself up,” he’s saying in an authoritative tone, mouth set in a straight line. “Roger, he might be hurt,” Mom tells him, worried. “He’s fine. Anyone can see the girl tossed him on his rear.” He’s eyeballing Chandler with a healthy dose of respect. “Don’t say I blame her.”
― Sara Ney, Hard Love

“I’m not put out about it—I’m taking one for the team,” she counters, riling me up even more. Taking one for the team? “Uh, plenty of women would die to dance with me” is my lame, ego-fueled reply. My lack of a social life is by choice, not lack of options. Chandler makes a show of looking around at the near destitute dance floor. “Oh my god, we should hurry and finish this dance. Just look at the line of women. It’s probably around the block—good thing this song is almost half over. Give the rest of the mob a fighting chance.” Sarcastic little asshole. And she looks so unassuming and sweet, not including the dildo I found in her room.”
― Sara Ney, Hard Love

“The Paul Bunyan outfit from the bachelor party suited him perfectly. Butthole. “What did you just say?” He has more of my mushrooms poised at his lips, about to be shoved into his mouth. “’Cause it sounded like you called me a butthole.” “I most certainly did not,” I huff, though I guess I said it out loud.”
― Sara Ney, Hard Love

“My strength is my patience. My contentment. My lack of a need for drama.”
― Sara Ney, Hard Love

“Yes, but you can’t fall in love with the idea of someone’s potential, Chandler—you’ll only end up heartbroken.”
― Sara Ney, Hard Love

“Who gives a rat’s ass if her cousin isn’t dancing? I sure as hell don’t. She has two working legs; it’s not like she can’t go dance by herself if she really wants to.”
― Sara Ney, Hard Love

“She doesn’t look like the type of girl who has a hot pink vibrator stashed next to the bed; then again, I don’t look like the type of dude who has to jerk off a few times a week because he cannot get laid. Looks can be deceiving.”
― Sara Ney, Hard Love

“Also, my brother refused to delay his honeymoon so I could go to the Maldives with them, a place I’ve never been, and is it too much to ask that they fucking postpone it until February?”
― Sara Ney, Hard Love

“Mom rolls her eyes. “Your father is right, dear. This is a great way to salvage your reputation.” She drinks from her water glass. “You’re kind of an asshole.”
“Mom!”
― Sara Ney, Hard Love

“I’m far from perfect. I’m literally the biggest jackass I’ve ever met and I don’t make apologies for that, so I ask that you bear with me. I don’t want to know what my like is life without you.”
― Sara Ney, Hard Love