Cassandra Giovanni Quotes

Tonight they granted at least one wish," I whispered, and I lowered my head so our lips drifted over one another. "I love you Adam, no matter how lost you are ... or I am ... I will only ever love you.

No perfection can last forever. Time tears at it; wears it down until it's nothing, just an empty shell.

Sometimes we dream of things that we've always wanted
of things that we have been searching for our whole lives without knowing it ... and other times we wake up and know what we have to do. I have to write ... so I do.

It had been a little over a year since the last murder; moreover it had been a year since I had run as quickly as legally possible from whom I had been. It had taken almost that long to become a legal adult, get the money straightened out and get my name changed. Who was Abigail? Who was Vera? I felt as though I was neither person. I felt like I wasn't a person at all anymore.

They didn't understand, for we were Shakespeare, and they were mere actors in the play.

Just so you know I don't really feel like you kidnapped me - it's more like assisted running away by coincidence.

Everyone wanted me to be the bad boy, the label wanted it, the publicists wanted it, but I was just trying to be myself.

For so long music has been my heart, but now it's you ... you're my heart.

I'm wrong for you. I'm an irresponsible player. I don't know how to be in love. I don't want to hurt you anymore than I have to. But I can't lose you. Don't walk away from me

I kissed him and let that emotion consume me, to settle the pain that had risen inside my soul - to heal the pain I knew he felt. I let it consume and override the doubt that all we really needed was one another. That this empty hole could be filled with the love we felt for one another.

Love hadn't existed in this world. Only hate, deceit and lies, but by letting him in I'd let all of that crumble.
By letting me in he'd done the same, and now we were engaged in an even deadlier game than before.

I could feel the muscles in my face twitch as his response sunk into me. It was a resounding no with a slap of you fucking drunk attached.

I love her more than anything in this whole fucking world, including you!

Writing isn't about creating perfect characters. There's no such thing. It's about creating characters that are real; flawed
yet beautiful, in that they know they need another person. Needing someone else doesn't make them weak; if they believed all they needed was them self, they would be. A strong heroine isn't afraid to admit that a best friend, or soul mate, is exactly what they need at one moment or another. A strong heroine never stands alone. They stand tall; they believe in who they are. They are perfect in every human flaw, because as humans we are flawed. And in every flaw, I see the perfection of their souls. Writers breath life into simple words and create beings
flaws and all.

I'd lost myself in the abyss of someone else's tyranny ... again.

I loved him desperately, completely, and he wasn't threatening to consume me anymore. He already had. Everything that was me was him. My heart, mind and soul all were as much a part of him as they were me.

You're going to castrate them if they give me a sideways glance?"
He looked at the ground. "I'm not bringing you to the safest place and you're beautiful, so I needed to warn them."
"I'm beautiful?" I repeated trying not to smile.
"Don't let it go to your head, darling." He said holding his hand out for me.
"You're not too bad yourself."
"I know. I saw the way you stared at me when I took my shirt off." Hunter said.

Every time I look at you I think to myself that I've found perfection. Adam said as he shifted his weight over me. I Looked at him and smiled, 'Now that's flawed perfection".

All that guides me is fear,
And all that finds me is loss
Death defines which paths I cross
It is within the shadows that I stumble
And I am desperate without a voice
Here I am threatened by the resolve that you are
my soul
But if my lies are the path that I have to wander
because there is no choice
Will you love me still?
In the darkness of the night when I wish to do
nothing more than take flight?
Will you hold me to this plane and ease the
suffering and pain?
When all you know is the truth
And all they see is the lies
Will I be the one you find, or the one you leave
behind?
Alone may be the only home I shall find

His lips hovered near my ear as he sang to me in that beautiful gravel of a voice, In my arms I hold the only thing that matters ... in my arms I hold the entire world ... in my arms is my heart and soul.

The hole where my heart had finally grown back after the loss of my parents was returning because of the very person who had filled the void

Fix me, please. I want to be yours forever. My breathing stopped s I started back at him. He looked scared, like I might say no. I shook my head and his eyes fell. "Adam," I Said, and his eyes role again; I can't fix you. Only you can do that, but I'm your despite it

Make me a weapon," I whispered as he pulled away. "Make it so I never have to dream about this again - make it so we can have this ... forever.

I've loved many women ... I'm not going to lie to you, but it never works ... vanity always gets in the way.

Tad they were too young to die ... My Mom was a spitfire - a total accident waiting to happen. I'm like her - I can trip over nothing." Tad chuckled acknowledging the thought. "My father ... he was more serious. He used to give me lectures like no tomorrow, he had a strong sense of who I should be - who I wanted to be and how to guide me, and he was my best friend. It seems like everything I love is just out of my reach now.

Seconds seem like a life time when the life you lived is slowly drained out of you by those who care not what you felt, hoped, or dreamed. When the darkness comes it is all consuming, there is no light and there is no pain. It is the never ending loss of hope that now consumes me as I die in his arms.

I think he has a girlfriend? Not sure though, he just seems to be off limits to all women here - well you know the other single women teachers. Maybe he's gay?"
"I seriously doubt that one." I responded struggling not to laugh.
"That would be a serious punishment to women kind. I wonder what he looks like without that vest and tie teacher getup ... I bet he looks amazing naked."
"Holy crap Jaz!" I yelped, but I knew I was blushing. I knew what he looked like with his shirt off and it was damned good.

Sometimes moments in life are so perfect you want to freeze frame them; capture them within your soul forever so they never fade away - they burn themselves into your being until they're a part of who you are.

I've never had a reason to survive - no reason to question the way things were. I lived because I was told to ... now I live because I want to. I survive because I want to know what is outside the deception we're buried in, and I want to experience it with you. You're the only person I've ever trusted, and now you're the reason I'm going to fight. I don't know how we're going to make it out of here, but we'll find a way. We'll find a better life.