Anna Todd Quotes

I love him, lord knows that I love this man; through all the separations, through all the chaos, he has crawled into my soul and marked it as his, never to be forgotten. I couldn't have if I tries, and I did try.

Just please stay. I am begging you and I don't beg, Theresa.

Hardin is like a drug; each time I take the tiniest bit of him, I crave more and more. He consumes my thoughts and invades my dreams.

Women do too much shit to impress men who can barely tell the difference.

I know this happiness that I feel isn't going to last, and I feel like Cinderella, waiting for the clock to strike and end my blissful night.

I'm taken, absolutely consumed, by seeing him again, thrown back into a world where I fought hard in and lost nearly every battle that was thrown my way, only to leave withouth the one thing that I was fighting for: him.

No one has to know until we adopt in a few years. I'm sure there are loads of damn babies waiting for parents to buy them. We will be fine."

I know she hasn't accepted my offer of marriage, or even being in a relationship with me, but I hope she doesn't use this opportunity to remind me of that.

She laughs softly. "Damn babies? Please tell me you don't think there is a store somewhere downtown where you walk in and purchase a baby?" She lifts her hand to her mouth to stop herself from laughing at me.

"There isn't?" I joke. "What's Babies 'R' Us, then?"

"Oh my goodness!" She tilts her head back in laughter.

I reach across the small space between us and grab hold of her hand. "If that damn store isn't full of babies, lined up, ready for purchase, than I'm suing for false advertisement.

Romance is overrated, realism it is.

Words are real when we write them down. Taking the time to make them permanent makes them real.

I bring out the worst in you, but you bring out the best in me

Fuck, she's so fucking stubborn.

We needed to be able to stand alone before we could stand together, and I'm so thankful that we made it through the darkness, the fighting, the pain, and emerged hand in hand, stronger than ever.

It's ironic really, that the man who hates the world is most loved by it

Far from a normal-functioning relationship, but normal has never been our thing.

I couldn't comprehend the magnetic pull
that could be felt. I never understood the way love
overpowers common sense and passion overtakes
logic, or how unnerving it is that no one else really knows how you feel - no one can judge me for being weak or stupid, no one can put me down for
the way I feel.

Seriously, it's okay to be sad, but if you let sadness control your life, you'll never have one.

Nobody is a lost cause. They just think they are, so they don't even bother to try sometimes.

I don't know where to go, what to do next, but I do know that holding on to something that was never mine will only hurt more.

no matter how hard you try. They have to want it as bad as you do or there is no hope.

I'm truly sorry that I ruined you," I whisper into her hair as her breathing begins to show signs of sleep. "Me, too," she breathes, and regret fills in the little spaces between us as she drifts off.

He has to see what he has. He has to know that you're serious this time. You have to let him miss you.

I take it she didn't accept your apology?"

"Who says I gave an apology, or a reason to need one?"

"Because you're you, and on top of that, you're a man . . ." He salutes me and downs the rest of what's in his glass. "We always have to apologize first. It's the way it is.

I love you too."

"Don't say too, it sounds like you're just agreeing with me.

Even in the midst of the inevitable tragedy that was our relationship, I would never take a second of it back. I wouldn't do it again, but I dont's regret a moment I spend with him

People change and mature.

I guess that's the thing about betrayal; it holds no prejudice and preys on those who neither see it coming nor deserve it.

You aren't some conquest of mine - you're everything to me! You're my breath, my pain, my heart, my life!

I saw the empty, sad girl
smile for the sad boy who loves her with all of his
broken soul.

No tears come, only memories. Memories and regrets.

There's always another day, there's always a way to make up for the shit you've done and the people you've hurt, and there is always someone who loves you, even when you feel like you're completely alone and you're just out there floating along, waiting for the next disappointment. There is always something better to come.

I think back to what Landon said about heartbreak, that if you don't love the person, they can't break your heart. Hardin repeatedly breaks my heart, even when I don't think there are any more pieces to break.
And I love him. I love Hardin.

Let's go inside. The trees are swaying back and forth. I think that is my cue I've had way too much to drink.

People don't get married for the right reasons anymore, not that they ever did. In the past it was for status or money, and now it's only to be sure you won't be lonely and miserable - two things nearly every married person still feels anyway

Pain isn't remotely kind in that way: pain wants its promised pound of flesh, ounce for ounce. It won't settle until you're left with nothing but a flaky shell of who you were. The burn of betrayal and the sting of rejectionhurt, but nothing comapres to the pain of being empty. nothing hurts worse than not hurting at all, and that that make no sense and perfect sense at the same time convinces me i'm goin fucking crazy.

I'm sure everyone gets the warning label read to them before they have to have any exposure to me.

You aren't my type, just the way that I am not yours. But that's why we are good for each other - we are so different, yet we're the same. You told me once that I bring out the worst in you. Well, you bring out the best in me. I know you feel it, too, Tessa. And yes, I didn't date, until you. You make me want to date, you make me want to be better. I want you to think I am worthy of you; I want you to want me the way I do you. I want to fight with you, even scream at each other until one of us admits we are wrong. I want to make you laugh, and listen to you ramble about classic novels. I just . . . I need you. I know I am cruel at times . . . well, all the time, but that's only because I don't know how else to be." His voice becomes a half whisper, his eyes wild. "This has been me for so long, I have never wanted to be any other way. Until now, until you." - Hardin

It's
not so easy to walk away from someone when he
has made his way into every cell, when he has
taken over every thought, and he has been
responsible for the best and worst feelings I've
ever had. No one, not even the doubting part of me,
can make me feel bad for loving passionately and
hoping desperately that I could have that great love
that I've read about in novels.

Her laugh, her laugh was the sound that brought him out of the darkness and into the light. Her laugh dragged him, by his damn collar, through the bullshit clouding his mind and infecting his thoughts.

Just because he doesn't love you the way you want him to doesn't mean he doesn't love you with all he has

It shows that no matter what type of parents you had, or addictions you were faced with, you can overcome anything that stands in your way and become a better person.

It's dark meets light; it's chaotic perfection; it's everything I fear, want, and need.

I didn't know there could be someone like Tessa. I had no clue that this obnoxious blonde was walking around waiting to turn my entire life upside down by driving me absolutely insane and making me love her more than I love breathing.

It was the way she looked at me the whole time. That look said more than she ever could and, in turn, scared me more than her words alone ever could.

He wants her to know that she was his savior and that he could never repay her for everything she has done for him, and that he loves her with his entire soul and nothing will ever change that. He wants to remind her that whatever their souls are made of, his and hers are the same. Their favorite novel said it best.

What if people don't like it? What if they don't even take the chance to read it, but they hate us for what's inside of it?

You... You make me want to be good, for you...

I don't really care for fiction."
"How can you not? The best thing about reading is to escape from your life, to be able to live hundreds or even thousands of different lives. Non-fiction doesn't have that power- it doesn't change you like fiction does."
"Change you?" He raises his brow.
"Yes, change you. If you aren't affected somehow, even in the slightest bit, you aren't reading the right book. I would like to think that every novel I've read has become a part of me, created who I am, in a sense.

Men are assholes. Every single one of them." "But truth be told, women are assholes, too, so the only way for it to work is if you find an asshole you can deal with. One that makes you a little of an asshole.

I have decided that the hot, burning, inescapable pain is the worst. This pain comes when you finally begin to relax, you finally breathe, thinking that some issue is yesterday's problem, when in fact it's today's problem, tomorrow's problem, and the problem of every day after that. This pain comes when you pour everything into something, into someone, and they betray you so completely - so seemingly on a whim - that the pain crushes you and you feel as if you're barely breathing, barely holding on to that small fraction of whatever is left inside of you begging you to go on, to not give up.
-Tessa

There was so many things I should have said, could have said, and sure as hell would have said if I had known my days in heaven were numbered.
Had I know that I would be cast out so soon, I would have worshipped her the way she deserves.

This is the type of love story that deals with real fucking problems. It's a story about forgiveness and unconditional love, and it shows how much a person can change, really change, if they try hard enough. It's the type of story that proves that anything is fucking possible when it comes to self-recovery. It shows that if you have someone to lean on, someone who loves you and doesn't give up on you, you can find your way out of the darkness. It shows that no matter what type of parents you had, or addictions you were faced with, you can overcome anything that stands in your way and become a better person. That's the type of story After is.

I'm getting sleepy," I say with a yawn.

"They both die; you're not missing much."

I nudge him with my elbow. "You have issues."

"And you're adorable when you're sleepy." He closes my laptop and pulls me up to the top of the bed with him.

"And you're uncharacteristically nice when I'm sleepy," I say.

"No, I'm nice because I love you," he whispers and I swoon. "Sleep, beautiful.

Sometimes I just want to drown out the world around me, and music and reading are the only things that do that for me.

Sometimes it's faith that people hold on to. Sometimes, if you're lucky enough, you can confide in someone else and trust them to pull you out of the pain before you dwell in it for too long. Pain is one of those hideous places that, once visited, you have to fight your way out, and even when you think you have escaped it, you find that it has permanently marked you. If you're like me, you don't have anyone to depend on, no one to take your hand and assure you that you'll make it through this hell. Instead, you have to lace up your boots, grab your own hand, and pull yourself out.

Is love always like this? Is it always so passionate, yet so damn painful?

I want him to look in the mirror and smile, not scowl. I need him to not think of himself as a monster. I need him to see the real him, because if he doesn't pull himself out of the villain role, it will destroy him, and I'll just be left with ashes. I just needed to get it all out because I feel like I'm drowning, and it's hard to keep myself above water,especially when I'm fighting against the current to save him rather than myself.

My thoughts are all over the place as I fall asleep, and images of clouded roses and angry green eyes flow through my dreams.

My life before him was so simple and decided, now after him...It's just...After.

My grandmother used to tell me that cupcakes are good for the soul. If I need anything, it's something for my soul.