Quotes by M. Harding Kelly

“I met a great woman tonight whose mom just died. I was saying to her that after my dad died, I cried so much. I cried pretty much every day for six months, and I mean really crying. What I was mourning was the loss of a very specific feeling. Our relationship was so simple. Totally pure. Effortless. There was no tension, nothing unsaid, nothing I would have wanted more or less of. And I know my brothers felt exactly the same way. He wasn’t just my person, he was theirs too. So, maybe three months after he died, I was driving and I started crying again and I thought, This is incredible. An eighty-five-year-old man died, and here I am, fifty years old, with a full life, and I am crying so hard I have to pull over and blow my nose. I wasn’t ashamed, I was astonished that people could ever love each other that much. It’s fucking amazing. If my kid is crying that hard when she’s fifty years old because we meant that much to each other? I would say that level of connection is pretty much the complete realization of our potential as human beings.””

“The next school day, I went very early to school to put the letter on Lupe’s desk. I also had something special for Jason”

“I’m so mad that my fingertips tingle; I feel like I could zap this man with the pent-up energy like a ragey adult Matilda. “Van Gogh was really sick!” I want to yell at him. “Tell your kid that mental illness can be very hard, and how important health care and access are, how we have to talk about it.””

“She shuddered, the new angle providing an immediate and almost overwhelming stimulation. “Did you say this would go on for two months?” Dom slicked his tongue against her lower lip before he bothered to reply. “Two months.” His amber-on-black eyes lifted to pin her with a hard, hungry look. “This is barely the start. You think you can handle it?” Charlotte swallowed. Desire was a low-burning fire in the pit of her stomach, growing stronger with every second that passed. Reaching up to curl her fingers around the base of his antlers, she dragged his mouth back to hers. “I don’t know,” she mumbled, “but I’m not a godsdamned quitter.””

“Thanks.” Her voice cracked, the hard edge of desperation blunted as she breathed out a long, shuddering breath. Cradling the phone with two hands, she swallowed hard before adding, “I’m Charlotte, by the way.” Charlotte. A strong name for a fierce little fey. His mate, Charlotte. He smiled, showing off his own set of fangs”

“When I'm lost, you light the way.When I'm down, you lift me up.My life is full because of you.Friend. Lover. Wife. Beautiful mother.A partner in this life we're building.When you need me, I'll be there to hold you.Support you. Encourage you.Find you when you're lost.Lift you up when you're down.No obstacles are too hard for us to conquer together.I am forever and always yours.””

“Low blow. Because I’m short. And then blow jobs… You know what? If you have to explain it, the joke has really fallen flat.””