Tess Gerritsen

The point is, men get obsessed. A guy will cling to a particular woman for years.” She added, quietly: “Even a woman who doesn’t love him

Some people just can’t move on,” she said, “and they waste their lives waiting for someone they can’t have

Sometimes, thought Jane, the person who could make you happiest is the one you overlook, the one who waits patiently in the wings.

There is no such thing as a sixth sense that tells us when others are staring at us. We don’t feel the stalker’s gaze on our backs; only at the instant when he makes his move do we realize he’s there

I’ll take care of you.

Isn’t that what we all want?

She did not trust her own judgment when it came to men. The one man you most want to sleep with may be the worst choice of all

Even divorce, she thought, cannot erase all the bonds forged by years of marriage. Long after the papers are signed, decrees notarized, the ties still remain. And the most powerful tie of all is written in a child’s flesh and blood.

Where we go depends upon where we know. And where we know depends upon where we go,”

Is that love or obsession I’m looking at? she wondered.

Sometimes, you couldn’t tell the difference.

Pesez le matin que vous n’irez peut-être pas jusqu’au soir,
Et au soir que vous n’irez peut-être pas jusqu’au matin.
Be aware every morning that you may not last the day,
And every evening that you may not last the night.
—ENGRAVED PLAQUE IN THE CATACOMBS OF PARIS