One day you will kiss a man you can’t breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence.
Desire makes life happen. Makes it matter. Makes everything worth it. Desire is life. Hunger to see the next sunrise or sunset, to touch the one you love, to try again. ‘Hell would be waking up and wanting nothing,’ he agrees.
It’s just that in the Deep South, women learn at a young age that when the world is falling apart around you, it’s time to take down the drapes and make a new dress.
You, Ms. Lane, are a menace to others! A walking, talking catastrophe in pink!
The more excited I get, the more I vibrate.””Now there’s a thought,” Lor says.”If you mean what I think you mean, you want to shut the fuck up and never think it again,” Ryodan says.
It’s just another of Robin’s sayings. Like, ‘Holy strawberries, Batman, we’re in a jam! Or, Holy Kleenex, Batman, it was right under our nose and we blew it!
And Mega has a crush on Chester.””I do not!””Do too, Mega.””He’s like, old!””How old, Christian says.””Like at least thirty or something.”Lor laughs. ” Fucking ancient, ain’t it, kid?””Dude,” I agree. I like Lor.
It’s often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all.
It’s not enough to listen to their words. You have to mine their silences for buried ore. It’s often only in the lies that we refuse to speak that truth can be heard at all.
The entire time I’m burning in Hell, I’ll regret each tear I made you weep. But if Hell were the price for twenty days with you, I’d condemn myself again and again. – Cian MacKeltar
I have found there to be little distance between the unlatching of a chain and the spreading of a woman’s legs. As if they can never unbar only a single entrance. It’s a disease called hope. Women suffer from it greatly.
Is anyone who’s supposed to be dead actually dead?
Sit,” Chloe said, dashing after him and tugging firmly at his sleeve. “Let’s hear the rest of it. You can kill him later.”~Chloe to Dageus.
You can’t give somebody faith. They either got it or they don’t.
Strength wasn‘t about being able to do everything alone. Strength was knowing when to ask for help and not being too proud to do it.
What are you” -Mac “I don’t follow” -Jericho “You dropped 30 feet in that warehouse. You should have broken something. What are you?” -Mac “A man with a rope.” -Jericho
I love books, by the way, way more than movies. Movies tell you what to think. A good book lets you choose a few thoughts for yourself.
There are only two things to worry about in life: either you’re free or you’re not. If you’re free, there’s nothing to worry about. If you’re not, you kick the shit out of everything around you until you are.
I said breathe. Not do a fish-out of-water imitation.
Sighing dismally, she acknowledged that some things just weren’t humanly possible – not even Martha Stewart could fold fitted sheets.
It’s funny how, when things seem the darkest, moments of beauty present themselves in the most unexpected places.
Sheep are always looking for a new shepherd when the terrain gets rocky.
I can see you are a fine lady, but this boy is randy as a goat around you and it’s plain to see. If he seeks the joys of wedded bliss, he can wed you. Without a weddin’ he’ll be havin’ no bliss.
How dare the embodiment of her worst nightmare come packaged as her hottest fantasy?
I must be dreaming. Bring that sweet ass over here and I’ll show you what God made women and well-hung Scotsmen for.
If I entered a tropical beach, would I end up in Nazi Germany with my highly inconvenient black hair?
His coworker was velvety-skinned, a sexy boy-on-the-cusp-of man.
I like sex for breakfast, kid. I eat early and often.
Sex either blows your fucking mind, or it’s not good enough.
The man kisses me and I just hop right on him like he’s the hottest new ride at Disneyland.
Failure is always new information, and those who are willing to suffer it repeatedly make it a stepping-stone to success.
It’s what you choose to believe that makes you the person you are.
…When a man first awakens, it sometimes takes several moments before he starts thinking clearly.””And here I thought it took several years, perhaps a lifetime for the average man’s intellect to kick in.
Life took the strongest root with a little bit of rain and a whole lot of shit for fertilizer.
When he kisses me again, the last part of me that could stand myself dies.
Barrons: “He got upset it wouldn’t shut up and tore its head off.”Mac: “The child?” I gasped
Life is too hard, too much to handle. Nobody told me there’d be days like these. How could nobody tell me there’d be days like these? How could they let me grow up like that—happy and pink and stupid?
One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can’t breathe around it and you realize you don’t need air.
The wound you refuse to dress is one that will never heal. You gush lifeblood and never even know why. It will make you weak at a critical moment when you need to be strong.
It’s our actions that define us. What we choose. What we resist. What we’re willing to die for.
You both talk too much,” the kid says. “Shut up. Don’t make me tell you again.”We shut up, which I find hysterically funny.
I have studied humans for a small eternity. Intent infuses their every movement. Road maps to their inner navigation, plastered all over their skin. Born to be slaves.
In my experience, anybody besides your mom that feeds you is going to want something in exchange for it.
I’m the one who will always watch over you. Always be there to fuck you back to your senses when you need it, the one who will never let you die. I pull my shirt over my head and kick off my shoes. “What more could a woman ask?
She loves. And she doesn’t know how to pull it back when you have to, because sometimes you sure as feck have to. Got to grab it up with both hands and pull it back before somebody turns into knives and uses it to cut you to pieces.
We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trials , or fractured by a permanent, damming fault line.
He had a come-and-get-me-baby-I’m-pure-trouble-and-you’re-gonna-love-it kind of attitude.
Anyone worth knowing breaks once. Once. No shame, no foul if you survive it. You did.
One day you may kiss a man you can’t breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence.”“Right, and one day my prince might come.”“I doubt he’ll be a prince, Ms. Lane. Men rarely are.
Now it’s not just my lip you’ll be needing to kiss if you’re wishing to make amends with me, Irish.
And there, my dear Fio, you make one of Womankind’s greatest mistakes: falling in love with a man’s potential. We so rarely share the same view of it, and even more rarely care to achieve it.
When you were too young and naïve to see the risks, I incurred your wrath to protect you. Scream at me for it if you must. Thank me for it when you finally grow up.
Fine. Okay. I killed her. But I didn’t mean to. And I didn’t kill her, kill her.”“Oh, I see. As long as you didn’t kill her, kill her, then that’s okay.
I think sex with him might undo my essential cellular cohesion.
Lust is a thing of the blood. Doesn’t need head or heart.
I am going to love you now, slow and sweet, but when you come, I’m going to f*** you the way I need to. The way I’ve been dreaming about since the moment I saw you.
He was sexual in a way that made women think of deeply repressed fantasies therapists and feminists alike would cringe to hear tell of.
Why did you laugh right before you lost consciousness.”“Death’s an adventure. I lived big. Rigor mortis makes your face stick. So, who knew how to thaw me?”“Death’s an insult.”“At least an affront,” I agree.
Your race devotes itself to justifying its errors, not correcting them
And there you have it…if I knew that I could only have a few nights in that man’s arms or nothing, I would take those magic nights and use them to keep me warm for the rest of my life.
I kept it to remind me that although there is evil, there is sometimes beauty and light. You, Jillian. You were always my light.
One of the first lessons a warrior is taught is that denial of one’s circumstances only results in failure to recognize real danger.
I’d never understood why anyone would want to live forever. It had always seemed to me that death lent life a certain poignancy, a necessary tension.
The single greatest advantage anyone can take into any battle is hope.
Women fight differently from men. You couldn’t get me to hurt a woman’s breasts for anything. I know how tender my own are when I’m PMSing. Besides, we feed babies with them.