A.M. Hudson Quotes

True love, by definition, means "someone that is truly loved". But true love must be reciprocated, or it is only excrutiatingly unbearable and devistating - a never-ending lonely night in an empty room.

No one stays the same, David. Everything you are is a direct result of something that's affected you in your past, whether it was horrible or wonderful
no one has the right to destroy themselves because they can't deal with the pain. You have to learn from it. It's not over
the good in your life
it's not over until your dead.

I don't know - " the right corner of his lip quirked upward, " - I can eat a lot. I could probably eat you and not think twice about it." He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table, tilting his shoulders closer to me. "Do you think you're up for that kind of a challenge, little girl?"
"Bring it on.

Books are the reality you get to choose; life is the reality you hide from inside a book.

Hope is the light you follow; faith is believing there is actually a light
they are the refusal to give up when you have no reason to go on.
Snake to Ara (Mark of Betrayal, Book 4 dark Secrets)

Don't pretend you don't like it when I treat you as a lady."
"Maybe I don't."
Despite that, he still opened the car door for me, with his lips curving up into a careless grin. "Girls always do that," he said, " - pretend they think you're taking their independence from them if you open a door. But that's not the case."
"Well, what is the case?" I sat down on the front seat - leaving my feet on the driveway.
"Simply that we're demonstrating good-breeding; showing the girl we're worthy and capable of taking care of her - that we're polite, considerate and nurturing."
I folded my arms. "Women don't need nurturing - or to be taken care of. We can fend for ourselves. We're equal to men, you know.

When love dies, the heart's ashes do not leave on the wind - they rest on the mantelpiece of the soul, darkening the sunrise we once saw to be beautiful.

So ... you faze out, hear voices, and blame your tempered outbursts on a fictional creature living in ... " he looked down at my stomach, "your belly."
"Precisely. The boy catches on quick.

Whoa," I pinned my dress under my legs and nudged his chest with my elbow. "Put me down. This is kidnapping."
"No, it's not," he stated with a smile, keeping his eyes on the path ahead, "It's is a rescue."
"Rescue?" I scoffed, but imagined a white horse waiting for us as we burst through the doors. "I don't need to be rescued."
He stopped walking and looked down at me; I shrank into his arms a little. "The fair maiden, who is locked in the darkest tower, guarded by the cruellest beast, never believes herself to be in danger, only suffering from sorrows untold and a heart untouched.

Then, I guess, I can only hope that you will change your mind. But I will love you, without a doubt, for all eternity.

Who would I kill?" I asked, sitting up from him, wiping my face.
"Who?"
"Yeah, I mean, is it random, or do you choose them?"
"Well." He grinned and picked an ant off the rug, then tossed it onto the grass. "I usually avoid eating comedians as much as possible."
"Why?" I asked slowly.
"Because they taste funny." His brows rose.
I imagined a tumbleweed rolling past as I listened for crickets. "That wasn't funny.