“Never do anything that you don’t want to have to explain to 9-1-1 personnel.”

“You're a Daniels and a Walker. That means you're 99% fine stubbornness, tenacity and resilience combined", Tara said."And the other 1%?" Mia asked as they sat at the tiny galley table.Ford wrapped an arm around her neck and pulled her in close. "Perfection.”

“Days turn to night. The ocean tide drifts in and out. And I want you, Tara. Damn you, but I do. I always have.”

“You have the right to remain silent. Otherwise, anything you say might be misquoted and used against you.”

“What do you want?"To know you," she said without hesitation. "All of you. I want to know what makes you feel good.""Your laughter," he said without hesitation. "Feeling your hands on me. The way you look at me, whether I've been a complete dumbass, or just made you come-"With a laugh, she ducked her head, but he dipped his down until she was looking at him again. "You want to know what scared me?" he asked. "Yes"He leaned even closer and slid a hand to the nape of her neck. "The thought of never having those things with you again."-Chloe and Sawyer (Head over Heels)”

“You came here a fighter, Maddie. Maybe you'd lost a round or two, but you were on your feet. You want to stay in Lucky Harbor? Fight for it. You want a relationship with your sisters? Fight for it.""What about you? What about a relationship with you?"He pulled back to look into her face as if memorizing her features. His voice, when he spoke, was low and gravelly with emotion. "I'm already yours. Always have been. All you have to do is step into the ring.”

“I gave you sympathy. *I* want sympathy!""Are you kidding me? You have the sexiest man on the planet wanting you. You're getting laid regularly. No sympathy for you!”