Caisey Quinn Quotes

She doesn't make music, or create it. She is music. It flows through her as she plays and it's an incredible sight to behold.

You don't measure love in the number of chances you're willing to give someone. Love doesn't run out of chances.

I missed you so fucking much, baby," he told her between placing frantic open- mouth kisses down her jawline and neck. "Every day. Every second of every day I missed you. It hurt like hell being away from you. It nearly wrecked me ... having to see you and not being able to have you.

You can't hold a flame in your hands without getting burned.

Love isn't measured in chances, Landen. When you love someone, there isn't a limit. As long as you keep trying, I will keep loving you. I don't know if I could stop.

I've been called names you probably don't even know the meaning of. And you can keep throwing your bitchy-ass attitude in my face every time I breathe too close to you if that's what you need to do to be happy. I'll smile. And I might even wink or blow you a kiss. I'm from Oklahoma, honey. I can bless your heart and hate your crazy ass all at the same time. But if you ever, and I mean ever, make another comment about Trace, his drinking or otherwise, then I promise, you won't be able to whistle fucking Dixie when I'm through with you." She watched as Mia took a step back. Clearly, she'd gotten her point across. So she winked. "Anyways. Lovely chatting with you. As usual. See you at dinner.

I love you, Layla Flaherty," I tell her because I can feel how badly she needs to hear it. "But you already know that, don't you?"
I watch as her pupils dilate and she licks her lips. "I do."
"So what are you going to do about it?" I lean back, despite my body's protest to throw her down and tear her clothes to shreds.
"I'm going to love you right back.

What are you doing here?" ...
Thought you might like a ride," he answers, smiling that tempting smile at me.
"This going to be a regular thing?" I ask out of curiosity as he helps me into the truck.
"Do you want it to be?" He arches an eyebrow and I can't help but smile back
"If you do."
"I do," he says and his grin widens. "I think we're married now.

You're not a nice boy," she said pointing a finger at him. "Never said I was," he told her as he leaned in dangerously close. Kylie breathed in the clean familiar scent of cologne and him.

If she could get into the one here at The Texas Player's Club, she'd drag Trace Corbin out by his ass, stick her arm up it, and do his entire set ventriloquist style if she had do.

God, those eyes. Take cover, they said, because the storm was here now.

Even though I know it's wrong, you turned my life into a country song and I keep playin' it, on repeat.

Music is an experience. It's alive. Untamable. You can try to plan it out, pin it down, and bend it to your will, but it can't really be done.

I feel the weight of time passing, slipping through my fingers faster than I can hold on to it.

Hmm, he was a god in the kitchen and a devil in the bedroom. How did I get so lucky?

Trace Corbin should come with a warning label: highly addictive.

What I'm asking you now is if you're interested in the position. The pay sucks but the benefits are decent.

Oh, my poor, sweet cousin from Oklahoma," Tonya said, shaking her head. "You, my dear, are in big trouble." "I am?" Kylie asked, turning to her friend, wearing her panic all over her face. "You're in love. And as I've said before, this shit ain't for amateurs.

Well, I can promise you something, " I say, leaning down and pressing my lips gently to the side of her neck just below her ear. "Next time you make me hard in public, I will fuck you in the nearest bathroom. Understood?

Love isn't just about the good. It's fortified by the bad.

Life doesn't always turn out how you expect and sometimes parts of you get broken along the way, but there is always hope and even broken pieces can be rebuilt into something beautiful.

I'm sure you've had many musicians in your soft spot.

Trace," she prompted. "Would you like to tell our friends our exciting news?" Her expression indicated that she'd barely been able to not call him a dumbass for gaping at her like an idiot. "Of course I would." He turned and flashed his panty-dropping grin at the audience. "Our exciting news is that Kylie and I are expecting." The response was almost deafening. A hand smacked him hard in the chest. "We're expecting y'all to come see us on the road. Because tonight we're kicking off our The Other Side of Me tour," she clarified, practically shouting into the mic over the bedlam. He winked when she glared at him.

I like our story better than the fairytale anyways … Because it's real. And it's ours.

Dandelions didn't get to choose where they grew and neither did I.