Carian Cole Quotes

I wait until her breathing is soft and even against me before I let myself drift off to sleep, like I've been doing every night for the past few weeks. Slowly, everything in my life is turning into putting her first, and I'm not going to fight it.

How can one little moment, one tiny touch, one quickening breath change so much?

When I look at you, I don't see my father's friend, or my uncle, or my godfather, or an older man. All I see is the person I've always loved and has always made me happy. That's it. I just see you.

Do I make you happy, though?
I don't mean just sex, I mean, like everything?"
"You've redefined happy for me.

Her liking the feel and smell of cozy and dirty while she's wearing nothing but my shirt is not something I should be thinking about. But I do, for a quick second, before I bury it deep in that place in my chest with the other thoughts I don't let myself think about.

Karma, you are one demented bitch.

I've always been too much of a fucked up mess to give you any kind of normalcy, but I can give you my heart and I can give you my body. We've had a shit ton of ups and downs, but I've always believed that we're not over.

I want you to be my first. I want you to be my last. I want you to be all the in-betweens. I want you. Just you. Only you

Marrying you doesn't change who I am."
"No, but it changes who we are together.

Sometimes, the right person comes along at the wrong time, and you have to just trust fate and hope it leads you in the right direction and it all evens out.

Hello, Satan. I know you've been waiting patiently for me since the demise of the good and noble Uncle Tor. I have a feeling I'll be staying here a while.

I love you." She sucks in a deep breath. "But I need you to love me. The woman standing in front of you. The woman your wife has grown into. I don't know how else we can move forward. I can't live with her ghost between us.

A few stray leaves are floating along the surface, and I like how peaceful they look, not going under the water, and not blowing away either. Just floating, weightless and effortless. I want to be a leaf.

As long as she's breathing, I'm not letting her go or giving her up.

Life and love can be so cruel and beautiful and utterly confusing. This isn't the love I dreamed of as a little girl. This isn't the whirlwind romance I swooned over in books. There's no sparkly ring, no wedding bells, no husband holding our baby in the delivery room. But what we have is a real love. It's dark, and ugly; raw and passionate. It brings pain and it brings happiness and everything in between. This love - our love – is a love that never dies. It withers in the dark and comes back to life again under bright moments even stronger than it was before.

Um, I'm pretty sure mistletoe means give a kiss,
not a blow job," I argue raising my eyebrows at him.
"No, it's a blow job. Santa changed it last year.

She's my wife. We're going through this together, because that's what marriage is. She's not dead … I love her. We made vows. That's it.

I'm the lucky one," she says. "I'm married to the most loving, romantic, devoted, beautiful man in the world, who waited eight years for me to wake up. Without any idea if I ever would. Then he spent another year and a half getting me to fall in love with him when I had no clue who I even was.

I want my life back. I want you to have your life back. I want you to look at me like you remember me. I want you to love me. I want you back in our bed. I want to be able to kiss the hell out of you and rip your clothes off without feeling like I'm cheating on my wife. I want my kid to have her mother. I want you to stop talking about yourself like you're not you. I want to stop hating myself for letting you slip off that cliff. I want to stop hating myself for feeling all the things I just said, because none of it is your fault.

I think most people settle for what is safe at least once at some point in their lives, but a person who suffers from anxiety or depression will almost always run away from goals, dreams, and new life adventures to avoid the possibility of feeling anything new and somewhat scary. It is better to live with the known than face the unknown.

Somewhere in hell Satan has just pulled out a bag of marshmallows and is roasting them in my honor.

Just do whatever you want. Say what you want, let yourself feel what you want. That's all that matters - that you find you. But promise me you won't avoid me anymore. How you gonna fall in love with me all over again if you stay away from me?"
"Is that what you want?"
"For you to fall in love with me? Hell yeah. That's all I fuckin' want."
Her shy, nervous laughter floats through the phone. "You don't hold back, do you?"
"Nope."
"But…you'd have to fall in love with me too. Not the me I used to be…because she might be gone. The me I am now and the me I might be someday.

Just hold me for a little while."
I hug her tighter. "I'll hold you forever.

I don't know how to let go of the woman she used to be, and I'm not sure I want to. The crazy truth is, I'm in love with them both, and I'm slowly losing my mind trying to make sense of it.

My love for you has never changed. Not for a fucking second." I refocus my gaze back on her big, green eyes. "I never stopped kissing you, cuddling you, and touching you. I never, ever, stopped wanting you.

I desperately need him to see me when he looks at me, touches me, and says he loves me.

you gotta stop living in fear. You can't see the stars unless you go out in the dark.

I love you like there's no tomorrow. Don't ever forget that.

I liked this. For once, I'm not boring, safe, and predictable little Piper. I've walked willingly into the depths of the unknown, which comes under the guise of inked arms and a beautiful voice. He's my first taste of wild, and he's nothing short of delicious.

Love doesn't have rules, Blue. The way you love me is perfect. And I love you. That's all that matters.

I'll wait for you," I whisper to the dark room. "I love you.

Evie, this is what we do. We hold hands. I'm not giving that up.

You're the one, you're it, you're my home.

If coffee was a person, it would be my best friend. I

my life matters - even if it's only to me - and my story isn't over yet.

We're never gonna be perfect, baby,
but we'll always be like this.
Whatever this is between us,
it's always going to be here.
I promise you.

I love you."
"What?"
"I love you and I don't know why you don't love me back."
"Is that what you think? Then ya know what?
You're stupider than I am.

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Don't give up baby, I took a walk, but I didn't run away.

I really fucking miss you. I know you're so sick of my shit. And I know you probably wish I'd just leave you the fuck alone. I try to, but it never works."
"No," I say, cringing at how fast I said it. "That's not what I want. I've never wanted that."
He takes a deep breath. "You want to tell me what you do want?"
My ovaries scream his name. "No, I don't."
"It's me, isn't it," he teases in his wicked sexy voice.
I laugh, even though I don't want to. "Ego much?"
"No, it's not ego. Just wishing thinking.

I don't want to be alone anymore. I miss you - your love and your touch. And I hate missing you when you're Right. Fucking. Here. It's destroying me.

I want my life back too. I want you to have your life back. I also want Kenzi to have her mother. I don't like feeling so lost. I don't like living with a stranger. It hurts feeling like I'm some kind of intruder who took your wife away. I hate that I feel like I'm trying to be someone else. I'm trying to figure out who I am and where I belong. When you kiss me, I want to know you're kissing me for me now, not for the past me. I'm lonely too, Asher. At least you have your memories to keep you company. I have nothing.

It's okay to be confused and scared. But ya know what? Everything is going to get better soon. I'm going to take care of you just like I always have."
"No."
I flash her a grin, hoping it'll win her over like it used to.
"Trust me, you really do like me. I know you don't know that right now, but you're crazy about me.

The only thing in here that can hurt you is me."
A shiver creeps down my spine. "Would you?" I whisper. "Hurt me?"
He backs me up against the cobweb-strewn wall and leans his arms on either side of my head, trapping me.
"I don't want to, but I will. And you'll keep letting me." He brushes his lips across mine. "You falling in love with me will destroy us both.

I quickly learned that the illusion of appearance will always outweigh the truth of what's really inside.

I woke up to a man who's physically married to me but mentally married to someone else, and I don't feel married to anyone at all.

He doesn't see me.
He hasn't really seen me since I woke up. When he looks at me, all he sees are ghosts.
I don't want to be the living dead anymore.
I want to live, love, and be loved…and I want it all with him.