Brittainy C. Cherry Quotes

It was in that silence that I knew. I loved him. I loved him so, so much. It wasn't a dream anymore, nor was it the simple idea of loving him. It was real. It was true. He was love. He made me smile. He made me happy. He made me laugh in a world that was determined to make me cry. Tears

He apologized. For what he did with Lia." "You can apologize for punching someone, but it doesn't stop the bruising.

It was crazy how you could know a person your whole life and then realize you knew nothing abut them at all.

I remembered exactly why he was the man I chose to love fully. When he spoke, his words forever marked my soul as his. "If you need to fall, fall into me.

His soul was set in flames, and he scorched anyone who stood too close. She stepped closer, unafraid of the ashes they were destined to become.

Sometimes life is weird. You just have to deal with the weirdness and hope that you find some weirdos who will move forward with you.

Each day was one breath at a time. I couldn't think much further than that, otherwise I'd choke on the air.

She promised me I wasn't the product of my yesterdays, and knew I was destined for amazing tomorrows.

I lay in the pile, rolling through his slight scent, which I pretended was still there. I whispered his name, as if he could hear me, and I hugged the thought of him kissing me and holding me in his arms. The tears of my pained heart released on the sleeve of Steven's favorite T-shirt, and I fell more and more into my sorrow.

Each night we watched the sun set no matter where we were, and we'd wake up early to witness it rising again. That was the thing about life: even when the days faded to black, you were always given another chance. A second moment to try again to rise from the ashes.

The bruises on one's heart were always the hardest ones to heal, they seemed to last the longest.

Treat her well, for as long as you both live, you treat her well.

I'm still in love with you," he repeated walking closer to me. "I've tried to stop it. I tried to ignore it.
I tried to wish it away, but it won't leave. Whenever you're near me, I want you closer. Whenever you
laugh, I want the sound to never fade. Whenever you're sad, I want to kiss your tears away. I know all of
the reasons that I shouldn't want to be with you. I know that I can never be forgiven for what happened all
those years ago, but I also know that I still love you. You're still the fire that keeps me warm when life
becomes cold. You're still the voice that keeps the darkness at bay. You're still the reason my heart beats.
You're still the air in my lungs. You're still my greatest high. And I am still truly, madly, painfully in love
with you. And I don't think I'll ever know how to stop.

Remember when we were kids, and I said to you 'I don't know what I'm doing with my life' or something? Ten years later, the words still ring true.

Wearing makeup doesn't make you a girl. Were you wearing makeup when you first met him?
No..
Then there's no need to wear it now, unless you want to. Do things for you, Ellie, never for others. He obviously liked you just the way you were.

If you think anyone in this world doesn't have cracks, scars, and a story, then you're not looking close enough. We weren't brought into this world to be perfect; we were brought here to be human. To live. To feel. To hurt. To love. To cry. To exist."
"And with that, comes a few broken parts. You don't have to be perfect to love or be loved. You just have to be brave enough to show the world your scars and call them beautiful.

You're the reason people believe in tomorrow. You're the voice that scares the shadows away. You're the love that makes me breathe. So for the next few seconds, I'm going to be selfish. I'm going to say things that I don't want you to listen to. Don't go. Stay with me forever. Please, Ashlyn. Let me be your everything. Make me your golden. Don't. Go.

No one's judging you out loud. Mostly it's silent, side-eye judgment, but really, that doesn't even count.

Goodbyes hurt most when they're one-sided.

Because there is no such thing as an "almost" mother. Seven bouquets from your seven angels. Happy Mother's Day, Princess.

Everyone deserved a person who could look into their eyes and say, You're enough. You're perfect, scars and all.

The wind kind of pushed the penis toward my mouth first." "OH MY GOSH, FAYE!" "I know! I know! This is why people shouldn't go out on windy days. The penises are on rampage on the windy days." "I cannot believe you right now. He's like twice your age." "What can I say? I have daddy issues." "What are you talking about? Your dad's amazing," I said.

It's you," I whispered, our lips still slightly touching. "My greatest hope is, and always will be, you.

How wonderful,
the moment when you realize
Lost is not a place
or a tragedy
but a rare journey
a beautiful state
of Discovery.

Lost
- K

I hated my mind, how it remembered. Memories were daggers to my soul, and I hardly had any positive ones to hold on to. I

when your heart was hurting, there was something so hopeful about reading a book filled with love. The

Maybe all people needed sometimes was for someone to keep showing up for them during the hard days, even when they tried their best to push everyone away.

You're so beautiful when you snore. - TC

They loved in a way that made fairy tales envious.

Being around him felt like being around someone who saw your scars and called them beautiful when you only saw your past mistakes.

You don't see music, you feel it. Music doesn't see color. Music transcends all stereotypes.

Always remember our first glance, And I'll promise your heart that I'll be enough. ~ Romeo's Quest

Sometimes all a broken heart needed was a bag of shit and a little fire.

Because making her happy was his favorite activity

My parents taught me to zoom in, ya know? It's easy to judge others from afar. It's easy to look at someone from outside your world and make blanket statements and judgments on who those people are. Because when you see others' flaws, you somewhat justify that your flaws are better than theirs. But when you zoom in, when
you truly look at the person beside you, you'll see many of the same things. Hope. Love. Fear. Anger. Once you zoom in, you realize we are all similar in so many ways. We all bleed red, and even monster's hearts can break. Just gotta remember to always zoom in.

Because at the end of the day, we're all lost. We're all cracked. We're all scarred. We're all broken. We're all just trying to figure out this thing called life, you know? Sometimes it feels so lonely, but then you remember your core tribe. The people who sometimes hate you, but never stop loving you. The people who always show up, no matter how many times you've fucked up and pushed them away. That's your tribe. These people, these struggles, this is my tribe. So yeah, we fall apart, but we'll fall together. We'll stand up - together. Then, at the end of all the bullshit, all of the tears, all of the hurt, we'll take a few steps at a time. Then we'll take a few deep breaths, and we'll walk each other home.

I believe there are two things that exist in the world that everyone should read because they teach you pretty much everything you need to know about life: the Bible and Harry Potter.

You deserve to be the chorus to a person's favorite song. You deserve to be the dedication in their favorite book.

You would date my sister," I frowned jokingly, '"but not me?"
"Uh, did you die and leave your twin sister letters for every occasion?"
"No."
"Then of course I wouldn't date you. There's something so sexy about ghosts leaving notes for their loved ones.

I'd lived the lives of each character within the walls of my bedroom.

I was convinced that everyone in the world had a form a weirdness to them. And the cool thing, at least I hoped so, was the idea that there was someone out there just as quirky as you were. The idea of finding your other weirdo was so attractive to me.

Because pretending to be happy is almost like being happy. Until you remember that you're only pretending. Then you're sad. Really sad. Because wearing a mask every day of your life is the hardest thing to do. And after a while, you get a little scared because the mask becomes you.

We were destined to live happily ever after as our hearts floated near the stars and our feet remained on
solid ground.

Meet Matt. He's the new 'it' guy. He's from a foreign country, doesn't speak English, and the ladies can't keep their eyes off of him." "Dude. I'm from Canada." Matt sighed.

I've been thinking about something we should do, We should fall in love around two. And then when it becomes four, I'll start loving on you even more.

does life stop hurting?" "When we learn to tell life to fuck off and we find the littlest reasons to smile.

I love you until you do something to piss me off. Then I turn into your personal Satan.

Beautiful. Breathtaking. Brilliant. Blue eyes.

By 'hate' I'd meant love. And by 'a little' I'd meant a lot.

I love her, Lizzie. I adore her, and there is nothing about her that is baggage. Emma is a luxury. I'll take care of her for the rest of my life because it would be an honor. Because I love you. I love your heart, I love your soul, I love you, Elizabeth, and I'm never going to stop loving you or that beautiful girl of yours.

I mean, why would someone do this?! Why do people fall in love if it means there is a chance of feeling this way? What the fuck is wrong with humans?! HUMANS ARE FUCKING SICK AND TWISTED! I mean, I get it - it feels good, you know? Being in love, being happy." Her body trembled as the tears fell faster than she could take breaths. "But when that magical rug is ripped out from under you, it takes all the happy and good feelings with it. And your heart? It just breaks. It breaks and it's unapologetic. It shatters into a million pieces, leaving you numb, blankly staring at the pieces because all your free will, all the common sense you once had in your life is gone. You gave up everything for this bullshit thing called love, and now you're just destroyed.

Show me the shadows that keep you up at night. Kiss me with your darkness

Because you get it, you know? You get that the colors and the lines and the curves aren't trying to be like everything else in the world. You understand that the abstract art is standing out against the norm because it's the only way abstract art knows how to stand. And you get so fucking happy because it's so beautiful. And unique. And edgy. And ... abstract.

When I was younger a woman always told me that family looks out for each other no matter what, even on the hard days. Especially on the hard days.

A half smile from Jackson Emery felt like so much more than the average person's full-blown grin.

- I'll be better tomorrow.
- No you won't. But that's okay ... I'll wait.
- For how long?
- How long will I wait? Take forever and multiply it by infinity. And then I'll wait some more.

I felt her soul staring deep into mine. Her eyes were full of wondering interest and her beauty was softened by an air of mystery.

Okay, I'm going. But I want you to know that this thing between us, it's powerful. There's no word to express this new found connection we have, Aria. It's like dividing by zero... you can't define it.

It takes a strong man to love my sister. And you are a strong man. So her are some twin-tips for you from yours truly:
Read her Shakespeare when she cries.
Take walks in the rain and jump in the puddles with her.
Don't mind her when she calls you an asshole during 'that time of the month' - she's a total bitch at those times.
Buy her flowers because it's Tuesday.
Make her do things that scare her.
Don't be a pushover - we don't like that.
Don't be a dick either - we hate that.
Smile at her when you're mad.
Dance with her in the middle of the day.
Kiss her just because.
Love her forever.

Cry because you're happy and laugh because you're sad, get drunk and dance on a bar.

Freaking Incredible Hulk. Freaking Tristan Cole.

We grew tired together, creating our own kind of art. We became the masterpieces of the loneliest souls. The colors in both of our eyes bled out, knowing that sometimes the most beautiful pieces of art were created from the darkest of souls.

How dare she steal something from me that wasn't hers to take? How dare she swallow my husband whole while I was still trying to breathe him in? How dare she break my heart and not even care about the shards of brokenness piercing through my soul?

Sometimes loving someone means knowing they're better off without you.

I love you more than the wind loves the trees,sweet girl, and I'm always here for you,even when you don't see me.

I can fuck you so hard that you won't be able to move. I can fuck you so slow that you'll think I'm in love with you.

Graham Cracker?" I said softly, turning my body toward him, moving a few inches closer.
"Yes, Lucille?" he replied, turning more toward me.
"Every word you've ever written becomes my new favorite story.

Even when your heart was hurting, there was something so hopeful about reading a book filled with love. The pages were somewhat of a reminder that maybe one day I would be

Being around you does something strange to me, something that hasn't happened in such a long time." "What happens?" He took my hand in his then led it to his chest, and his next words came out as a whisper. "My heart begins to beat again.

The mask you wear each day
only scars you.

Mask
- B

You're beautiful, Ashlyn. I don't mean juts your looks. I mean your smarts, your tears, your brokkenness. I think that's beautiful.

Maybe it's okay to no longer be the person we thought we were meant to be. Maybe it's okay to just be who we are now and accept that.

Everyone deserved at least one friend they could trust with their secrets and fears. With their guilt, with their happiness. Everyone deserved a person who could look into their eyes and say, "You're enough. You're perfect, scars and all." I thought Tristan deserved that more than most, though.

Feeling your heartbeats" - I placed my hand against his chest - "reminds me of his heartbeats."
"Running my fingers through your hair" - he tangled his hands through my blonde locks, making me gasp lightly - "helps me remember her.

Being a teenager is a curse and a gift. It's the age where fairytales cease to exist and Santa isn't real but parts of our hearts want to say 'What if...

Those times you feel lost and afraid and weak - those are your moments for a breakthrough. Hidden beneath those dark moments is your power. Take those weak moments and make them powerful. Make them matter, Jackson. Make them count.

It turns out it doesn't matter how much you beg someone to stay. If they want to go, they are going to leave regardless. All we can do-all anyone can do is learn the art of letting go.

He gave me a half smile. I gave him the other half.

Those moments." "Why not?" she asked. "Because if you judge him solely on his few moments of lows, then you

Her touch was soft, gentle, and surprisingly welcoming to my unwelcoming soul.

Reading was both a gift and a curse for me. Those books made me able to escape into a world I'd never experienced, but at the same time, they reminded me of all the things I'd been missing.

We blocked out all loud noise, all hurts.
I continued loving Ms. Jennings until our eyes faded to rest.
And then I loved her in my dreams.

My mom was the best mom in the world. Except for when she wasn't. I hated her the same way I loved her: deeply.

See, you're not going to stop using, and she's not going to stop giving. You're both addicted.

In the world that came after this one, I was sure she had a grin on her face while she hung out with Tupac and Nemo's mom.

It's because you used your voice for us to be heard.

Well, everyone except me. My eyes were darting around the room to try to figure out who I would be partners with. The one problem with team projects was the idea of working in a team. The worst feeling in the world was looking around a classroom and realizing that you knew everyone, yet at the same time you knew no one at all. "Don't act like I don't see you all panicking and searching for who you will be paired with. Your partners aren't here." Mr. Harper held up a finger, silencing our

Family wasn't build by blood-it was built by love.

Right before I turned to leave, a small white feather came floating down from above and landed against my arm. A wave of comfort washed over me as I nodded. "I'll be okay. I'll be good," I muttered, knowing that it was a kiss from my loved ones. I knew I would be okay one day, because it was obvious that I wasn't alone.

Taking a chance that you'll let me back in. I'd fucked up so much I would understand, If you didn't even want to be my friend.

I wondered if he knew how he controlled my heartbeats.

Oh! I also made a late-late night dinner for us," she exclaimed, reaching for the picnic basket.

Now, I don't want you to be offended by how amazing my food is. I know you're used to being the best chef in town, but I think I might have topped you with this one." She reached into the basket and pulled out a container holding peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I laughed.

"No way! You made this?"

"Fully from scratch. Except for the peanut butter, jam, and bread.

Okay, bye, ladies!" Susan said, waving to Emma and me as we left her house. "Remember, in two weeks make sure you've read Fifty Shades of Grey! And bring notes!" I waved goodbye to everyone. By the end of the night, we hadn't spoken one word about Little Women, but I felt extremely belittled by these women.

When he makes you doubt yourself:
Your worth.
Your strength.
Your dreams.
Pack your bags and go.

Go
- B

If you don't say what you need to say when you have a chance ... you'll regret it. Even if you're mad, say it. Scream it into the world while you still have a chance to. Because once life passes you by, it's gone. And so are the words left unspoken.

My insides exploded from the brilliance of it all. There was nothing more stunning than a man who not only knew the most classic stories of all time, but also found a way to make his body his own personal bookshelf.

The world was selfish, unjust. How could so many undeserving people be given the opportunity to raise children they didn't even want while so many worthy individuals didn't get the chance?

I'll lie to keep you safe,I'll lie to keep you warm. I'll lie to keep you away from the ugliest fucking storms.

You know what the best thing about purses was? They could carry around books.

if only people who were whole were deserving of love.