Addison Moore Quotes

Nevertheless, they can go screw themselves and they might just have to because I successfully managed to highjack both their boyfriends. Ha! That's the comeback! I can totally feel the inter-synaptic high-fives taking place in my brain.

When old love and new love collide - impossibility is born.

What do you love?"
"You for doing this - you in general. Chocolate, sushi, malt shakes. All things I'm highly deficient in at the moment. Well, other than you."
"What do you hate?"
"Chloe and clowns. Come to think of it, Chloe is a clown.

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Mark my words, you will rue this day, lament it in tears. You will come to me on your knees sobbing, begging for forgiveness. But I will tell you now and I will tell you then, you are on your own, Skyla.

There are two covenants that cease to exist in the Master's Kingdom - death and marriage."
"What an appropriate pairing," I muse.
"He thought so.

People - relationships - scatter like birds, leaving you with dusty memories, empty beds, bones in a casket. We don't get to choose who stays and goes on the planet. We can't control who stays in our life and under what conditions. Seasons come and go - time presses on.

Gage appears beneath me. 'Jump, and I'll catch you.'
'No.'
I strengthen my death grip on the trunk of the tree. 'I'm very afraid of heights. I'll need hours of therapy to repair the damage done here today.'

I'd hate to be responsible for removing one of Ephemeral's star players from the roster. I'll stay as far away from Coop as possible." I dot the sentiment with an impish grin.
"Hello," a familiar voice booms from behind the counter.
"Cooper!" I jump a little at the sight of him.
Shit.

Love promises happily ever after, it boldly professes forever - but delivers only one thing - a reckless brand of hope.

He takes a hold of the back of my neck.

Laken, how well do you really know Wesley Paxton?"
"I don't know Wesley Paxton." I lift my brows amused. "I know Wesley Parker."
"Who's Wesley Parker?"
"Who's Wesley Paxton?" I cock my head to the side happy to take control of the conversation, albeit lopsided and psychotic.

Wise men would give away entire kingdoms in exchange for the love of a lifetime." Logan lifts his glass and locks eyes with mine. "And some would give far more than kingdoms.

it wasn't to witness Evilyn's

Kelly may be physical perfection on the outside, but I'm not blind. I can see right through that flawless countenance. The empress not only has no clothes - she also has no heart.

Personally." My mother digs a smile into the side of her cheek. "I'm rooting for Logan."
Logan produces a grin that suggests he's the cat that ate the canary, and suddenly I'm feeling rather canary-ish.

It's so freaking cold I'm about ready to jump in the refrigerator to warm myself.

Let me in. I want all of you." "You already have me. Everything here, inside and out, is yours.

Heck, I don't know what it is. All I know is that my mind fractured like a mirror one day and here I am almost ten years later still cutting myself on the shards.

Wes says I'm a Count." I watch his reaction, but he doesn't even blink. Obviously if he knows about Spectators and Fems, he must be in the know of all things Nephilim.
"Noster." He holds his hand out and I shake it, warm and strong. "Nice to meet you." It comes out sarcastic, playful at the same time.

Sometimes life has its way with you. It peels back the layers of your existence like the skin of an onion until the real you glows underneath, raw and painful to the touch. It's in those moments, in that hour, you look to those that give you strength - for me,

Once a cheater always a cheater. You can't measure your self worth off people who are quick to leave you. They were never worth your time to begin with.

I'll save the sacking for later," he continues. "We can mimic the plays of our conjugal union in the privacy of my backyard. We can roll around on the lawn like animals and invent our own naughty games-Naked Leap Frog-Marshal May I-Hide the Peak-Red Light, Green Light District-Obstacle Intercourse-Hot Lava-Capture the Sector-Skyla Says-the possibilities are endless. Our throbbing loins will rep the victory. The entire scenario is, as you would say-made of win."~ Marshall

Drake is my own personal suicide, and the sooner I except that, the sooner I can come to terms with my loner status at the school library

There will be no slandering of celestial beings. I've warned you on countless occasions."
"If said celestial beings weren't spreading celestial rumors, perhaps I wouldn't be moved to wrench celestial balls.

Sometimes in life we fear a dark season that may never arrive, the underpinnings of those grave days set on some unknowable horizon. I had feared a lot of things that in the end proved futile - my

I am a bad boy." He hops on his bike, and I do the same. "That's exactly why you should stay far, far away from me.

Breast milk is big business." My mother uses my sarcasm as a springboard for her insanity. "We should consider opening a shop that caters to that market. We can call it 'The Milk Bar' or 'Mother's Milk'."
... Ethan slaps his hand on the counter. "We can have ice cream made from that shit." He nods into my mother, stony faces, as if he didn't just let an expletive fly.

Y'all got your heads tucked so far up your rears, she's petrified the kid's gonna need a shrink before he can shit in a dish.

Love is a fickle, slippery serpent that coils around its victim when they're least aware and slowly suffocates them by the token fantasy that all it promised ever really existed. Love is a big, fat, fake, and I intend to blow its cover - ironically between the covers.

If you don't give your heart away, you can't get it broken.

It is majestic, this love affair of ours, so powerful and regal. It is the kind of love that fairtales are born of. The kind that often ends in tragedy.

Tonights is the first football game of the season West Paragon Dawgs versus East Paragon Dolphins - Cerberus guardiam of the underworld versus Flipper - go figure.

Skyla's back," he continues, "and before she's formally charged with yet another homicide, a few things are going to change around here. For one, your mother and I will be around the house more often because we no longer have to babysit that linebacker your sister tried to force feed her Michelins.

We could return from sand if we had to
form into a beautiful mosaic of glass that told our story in colors.

Oh, no! I promise it's not human," Mom bats her hands in the air in an effort to wrangle them back into their seats. "It's newborn calf."
"Oh, Hon, we don't do baby legs neither.

Kenny is a drug, and I've just had the best hit of my life. I'm not losing this addiction. I'm in, all the way, pledging my voluntarily servitude to the gateway of my desire. Kenny was the freedom I was longing for. Love and all this wild pent up desire, proved to be the combination that set me free. But only Kenny had the power to unleash me. She scrubbed the impurity from my life and washed clean the world, so I could see it stark and clear for the very first time. Kenny perfumed my existence with her regal charm, her sovereign splendor. Kenny is in everyway sublime.

My clothes are native to the rug in the center of the room, which my mother has lovingly deemed the hamper.

We all know whose side you're on," marshall says, picking him up and launching him toward the window. The explosive sound of glass shattering fills the room. The walls tremble from the sheer heft of his violent exit.
"What the hell?" Barron rushes in with a needle at the ready.
"I've removed your son from the premises per Skyla's wishes.

You are the beginning and the end - the best part of my story - the best part of who I am.

I do want to believe in love. I want all of its trappings, and if it costs me my sanity and a very good divorce lawyer, so be it.

I must have dreamed a thousand dreams about you these past two weeks.

Rockaway? That's my special place with Gage - was anyway. Now it'll 'forever' be marked with gluttony and vomit - sounds about right.

can endure all things in the holy name of love. And I will.

Kelly has her hair sticking a foot in the air in every direction, sprayed solid like a helmet.

Fear will do that to you - tattoo an unwanted memory right over the fabric of your soul, make you recall it at your weakest moment.

I think love is nothing but a fallacy propagated by the greeting card industry and a billion-dollar bridal enterprise that feeds into the fantasy of every little girl.

To hell with it. I'm jumping in his bed tonight and having myself a nice little birthday. He's wearing cowboy boots for God's sake. The man doesn't play fair.

Right. Like I'm going to lose my freaking mind and hop right down the demonic bunny trail with Marshall so he can paw me every chance he gets.

I'm not used to quiet girls. Moaning girls - screaming girls, now that I'm used to. Quiet worries me, makes me feel as if I'm doing something wrong.

I can protect my heart now that I know better - now that I know love never works out in the end. Right?

Mom? Remember when Dad would call me his angel? Why do you think that was?" "Because you hadn't bloomed into your teenage years.

Wa, did I just say fate? I so don't believe in that. Fate is bullshit people force-feed themselves when they're too lazy to carve out a destiny of their own.

There's something I want to give you", I wisper as my heart fires in my chest like a gunshot.
"What's that?" e traces my lips examining me like this, naked and splayed beneath him.
"All of me.

Not only have I been an old maid since my eighteenth birthday, but I'm driving the bandwagon for old maids of America. I might even start an Alliance. Of course, there will be a four-cat minimum for admittance into to organization. Bonus points if you live with your mother. A spot on the board if she happens to be a battle-ax that prefers pond scum sleeping next to her at night.

Do yourself a favor - wait for someone special. Trust me, he's not roaming the halls of your high school. And if he were, he wouldn't be sleeping with some girl named Tracy, or Stacy, or anybody else. He'd only have eyes for you. Don't give away something you can never get back, save it for someone you love and who really loves you, too.

Tricking someone into a relationship is the earmark of a despicable person

I ask mostly to see if I can get her to blush ten shades deeper, see if the color would bleed down her neck and light up her boobs like a pair of Christmas ornaments.

Revenge in the hands of your enemies is a loaded gun. You can beg them for mercy, wave the white flag of surrender, but the only true elixir for the vitriol they bestow is a measure of hatred dispensed of your own.

She gives me the finger and turns back around. "Did you see that?" I flinch at the gesture. "That is completely illegal in here.

The thought of my mother talking to me about sex makes me want to stab my eyes out with a fork, gouge even deeper and scramble my brains to prevent the conversation from ever happening.

I hear everything he's saying, but mentally I'm picturing a sword hidden in my body like some medieval tampon, and suddenly, I'm afraid to sit down

Sometimes the stupidest promises are the ones we make to ourselves. But

Everyone's redeemable right? We all make mistakes, huge, horrible mistakes, and in the end when we wake up to what we've done, most of us are sorry.

A single tear rolls down her cheek like a star dropping from the tired sky.

Eat my food or die."
"If I eat your food I WILL die." He belches before reaching in the fridge for a soda. "Yeah, whatever. Gimme something to commit a slow suicide with.

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A new war is going to begin. And I won't give in until I win. That's the only war I care about, the one for your heart.

She is INSANE," I scream, standing in the middle of Marshall's living room.
"Of course, she's insane. That would be your genealogy by the way.

I watch as the moon lies over the water like a lover, the waves lapping the shore with their strange luminescent glow.

I try to ignore the fact that he's sprawled out next to me in all his birthday suit glory right now which totally confuses the hell out of me. What am I supposed to be doing? Should I grab onto it with both hands like a fire hose?

Men are like shoes, you want to try on a few good pairs before commenting to just the right one

Suffering is the nature of this world. It is the golden standard by which all things are measured. It is not happiness that sets the bar, but agony. Even happiness cannot be fully recognized without the right measure of misery to contrast its borders. Suffering magnifies hunger-exhaustion-prods you to move when prosperity is just a dream out of reach. It is the mortal twin of eternal hope. How you respond to its touch molds you, shapes your future as it rains down oppression like fire over your shoulders.
Deception. It laid over my world like a bruise. Covered it so completely I bought the lie that the shadow offered and found comfort nestled in its thorny arms. I walked the trail it dusted with breadcrumb, walked in the slip noose it had skillfully wove and dove off the cliff without realizing- willingly, with vigor.
Heartbreak. There is no bigger void, no darker shade of soot- no ache more unstoppable than that of a broken heart.
A heart in pieces can very much kill you-without love's healing touch, you will surely die.
They say time heals all wounds.
They lied.

Finally," I say, brushing past him as I make my way inside. The heavenly scent of something delicious lights up my senses.
"Come in," he says with a note of sarcasm.
Marshall strides over and takes me in with my hair all frizzed out, my sweater torn in two places and I look like I've just indulged in a mud bath. A dirty smile slides up the side of his face and I can practically see the pornographic implications playing out in his mind.
"You're absolutely filthy - and I most definitely approve." His smile blooms into an all-out sexual leer as he comes in close. "I might be moved to bathe you." He caresses his hand over the side of my cheek. I'm so damn tired I close my eyes and lean into his good vibrations. "Oh, how I'll scrub," he whispers.

Of course, I had met him. I shook his hand, and then my vagina shook his penis.

They say the only way you can truly kill a Celestra is by fire. I would gladly lend myself to the flames to peer down eternally over this sinful disgrace of a planet that houses cowards such as these.

When you find that perfect person, you should never let go. Fate could step in.

His eyes widen as he brings my hand to his lips. "Thank you." It comes out sad. Cooper smiles with his eyes as if my mental admission was all he would ever have to hear. "I need you safe, and I don't think you'd be safe with me... His brows depress. "God, Laken, I would rearrange the universe to make you mine, I swear it.

You taste like sugar," he pants through a smile, still out of breath.
"Somehow I doubt that. But I appreciate the thought.

You can like guys in books. How's that? I hear book boyfriends are all the rage.

The only thing that frightens me, Chloe, is that you keep lessening the six degrees of separation in our lives.

You're on a road show with your penis, and trust me, I'm the last person who wants to get in your way. But I'm telling you, operation occupy-my-vagina is a no-go for the evening.

Actually, no, I wasn't thinking about STDs. Because apparently, I'm an idiot. Turns out, I was more worried about babies than I was rabies.

The lack of faith in things unseen is perhaps the greatest ignorance, the greatest danger.