Top 100 Jennifer Hartmann Quotes (2024 Update)
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51. “Just as we cannot force ourselves to love someone, we cannot force ourselves to unlove them, either. Fate can be foolish, and fate can be careless. But fate is always true.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

52. “I’m right here, with you, and I’m still holding onto your heart. Please don’t ask me to give it back.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

53. “Well, as her sister and primary wing-woman, I’m going to set something up.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

54. “When you care about someone, you worry about them, no matter what. That’s just the way it is.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

55. “Beautiful things never last, and that’s why fireflies flash.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

56. “But this sea is not made of water. And maybe drowning is the only way out.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

57. “His low, gravelly voice tickles my ear, sending the butterflies in my belly into overdrive. In fact, they may have exploded. My stomach is now a butterfly graveyard.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

58. “Every love story is worth writing, no matter how messy it might be...”

— Jennifer Hartmann

59. “It’s funny how home can mean one thing one day and something entirely different the next. I think that’s because home isn’t a place – it’s a feeling.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

60. “I just know... I’m going to marry this girl one day.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

61. “Sometimes, sad things serve as a gentle reminder that we still feel.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

62. “We can’t give our heart to another without loving our own first. And that’s exactly what I plan to do.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

63. “Roses grow in spite of the thorns. There’s beauty at the end of that painful stem. But only if it’s allowed to bloom.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

64. “A bonded pair. They aren’t the only ones.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

65. “But not all love is meant to stay. Sometimes it only serves a temporary purpose.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

66. “Cora and I were ants. Small and fragile – lost in a cold, scary world. Set up to fail. We had each other, though. The ant is all alone.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

67. “I shake my head through the gut wrenching sobs. “I don’t want to be the ultimate sacrifice. I want to be the coffee one.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

68. “Can you sing to me?”

— Jennifer Hartmann

69. “Around, around, and around. Left, then right. Slow and careful and kind. Up and down. He’s tracing my vein. Like art. I can pretend this is something beautiful.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

70. “You’re still my girl. You’ll always be my girl.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

71. “The quiet is where I overthink. The quiet is where I backslide. The quiet is where I second-guess everything.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

72. “You still mine?” “Always.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

73. “What good is the warmth of summer without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.” – John Steinbeck.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

74. “I start to drift away when I feel her lips against my cheek, just as light as before. A tickle, a whisper, a fleeting kiss. Healing. She feels like healing.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

75. “Maybe I’m desensitized to real men. Maybe my expectations live between the pages of books involving heroes with ten-inch schlongs and magical tongues, performing grandeur gestures to sweep their heroines off their feet.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

76. “I’m an arrow to his heart – a dagger to his defenses. He knows what I’m willing to give and he takes every piece, every breath, every accidental crumb.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

77. “To lose is to have loved.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

78. “And now I’m practicing sign language and planning to go somewhere in a small town and look for my archer.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

79. “I remember every goddamn inch of you, Melody, and you sure as hell didn’t feel like his girl.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

80. “One person’s suffering shouldn’t take the joy out of something others may find pleasure in,” I tell her. “It would be a very sad world if that were the case.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

81. “There’s no shame in the struggle, but you can’t stay there forever.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

82. “We can’t give our heart to another without loving our own first.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

83. “I didn’t think you ever noticed my heart.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

84. “You’re not responsible for the way others react to what you need to do to get better.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

85. “Healing. She feels like healing.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

86. “You’re right. My point is, no one is perfect. Everyone is a little selfish sometimes when it comes to matters of the heart.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

87. “I’ve been stuck in a perpetual state of ‘what if’ and ‘what should be’ instead of accepting what is and working through it.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

88. “And maybe love is walking away because it’s the only way she’ll find the light again.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

89. “Morning afters are confusing when you have no idea what’s supposed to come after.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

90. “But I know it’s love... it has to be, because if this isn’t love... Then I’m certain it does not exist.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

91. “The same neck I peppered with sorrowful kisses and soaked with my tears of shame.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

92. “We are bound, chained, tied... to our trauma, and to each other.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

93. “There are worse things than loving the wrong person. And that’s losing them.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

94. “I do think we could have been great,” she finishes. “If you weren’t a lion, and I was not a mouse.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

95. “I want dinner dates and movie nights and homemade breakfasts after long, magical nights of lovemaking. I want to hold hands in public. I want to go on road trips, see the ocean, and laugh until our bellies ache.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

96. “Cora twists her hair over one shoulder and my eyes drift to her exposed neck. The same neck I peppered with sorrowful kisses and soaked with my tears of shame.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

97. “I’m definitely in a nightmare, but it’s not one I’ll be waking up from any time soon – and it’s only just begun.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

98. “From the kiss – not from the mental image of fifty-thousand spiders scattering into hiding, waiting for us to fall asleep so they can crawl into our eardrums and build villages.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

99. “Home is something I buried a long time ago,” he tells me, voice cracking with sentiment. A breath passes between us, a drumbeat. And then he whispers, “But I buried it inside you. Just in case I ever wanted to go back.”

— Jennifer Hartmann

100. “Do you need a minute?” “No.” A minute won’t change anything. A minute doesn’t erase the damage done. A minute isn’t going to teleport me back to the safety of my own bed, where I can comfortably avoid my current reality and battle my demons in private.”

— Jennifer Hartmann