Cassia Leo Quotes

Reality is a gravitational pull, yanking us back down to earth when we least expect it.

Forgiveness is a gift you give yourself.

I had a sister once. She had a lot of dreams. Lots of things she wanted to do, but she died before the world could see how amazing she was." I look him in the eye and he meets my gaze as he waits for me to finish. "You want to know why I'm doing this? Because everyone deserves to have their story heard.

Claire, the love of my life and mother of my child. The owner of my heart and soul and the inspiration for every song I write. If you ever doubt how much I love you, I'll always be there to remind you. And if I should leave this Earth before you, I'll haunt the fuck out of you.

I think I'm finally starting to realize that love isn't about fixing things or people. It's about sticking around when things can't be fixed.

Eventually, you're gonna have to let someone in.

The quickest path to self-destruction is to push away the people you love.

Despite all the small hitches, prom night turns out to be even more magical than I imagined it would be. I don't care that Chris painted the tips of his mohawk blue. I don't care that he wore a T-shirt and jeans when all the other guys wore their dorky suits and tuxedos. I actually love that he looks so different than all these clones. He's crazy, sexy, and beautiful. And he's all mine.

Are you okay?" he whispers as he kisses my neck and I nod hastily. "Good 'cause I'm about to wreck you.

draw out the anticipation, until I was begging for him to fuck me. He would kiss and caress my body until I was forced to beg for it, until I reached the point of no return, where even the slightest touch would set off a chain reaction inside my body; a domino effect of nerve endings firing through

The relentless pull of love is a thousand times harder to fight than the tides. If you're lucky, you'll make it out before you drown. If you're even luckier, you're pulled under just long enough to wash away the sorrow. If you're really lucky, like me, you resurface just in time to find the one you love floating right beside you.

The monsters we can't see are the scariest ones of all.

This black box is yours to keep, to stash your troubles away. Just lock it up and call my name and I'll be there always.

Then, she let it go.

I clutch my chest as I try to keep breathing. "What? I don't understand. You ... you said we couldn't get married. You ... you broke my heart." "It was the biggest mistake of my life. I could see it then and I can see it even more now. Letting you go was the single stupidest thing I've ever done.

Fate is death. No one escapes it. But if you stick around long enough, you might find someone to help you cheat fate for a while. And when you can't cheat anymore, and fate finally catches up to you, maybe it won't seem so scary with that someone by your side.

I never saw your face that night. But I never forgot your scent. Sometimes, I'd be sitting in class or walking through the corridors between classes, someone would walk by and the smell would hit me like a kick in the face. But I'd still close my eyes and breathe it in for as long as the scent lingered. You may have tried to forget me, but, as painful as it was for me, I didn't want to forget you.

Holding hands is like giving someone a mini-hug.

I love you with all my circuits.

Houston, I'd rather have the truth than this ring." "That ring is my promise to tell you the truth, but only when the time is right.

How can you still love me after everything I've done to you?" "How can I not? You're the fucking love of my life. You don't stop loving someone just because they've hurt you. Yes, what you did hurt me, but I gain nothing if I stay angry with you. But I might gain everything by forgiving you. You're my everything. I just want you back.

It's funny how nothing really turns out the way we expect it to, no matter how certain the future seems. I guess we need to keep adjusting our dreams to fit

We may only ever have one great, passionate love, but sometimes it's best to leave that kind of love in the past. A love like that can't last forever.

I guess we need to keep adjusting our dreams to fit reality, because life is not going to cooperate. Maybe this makes me a defeatist, but I'd prefer to think of myself as realist.

Maybe espresso is one of those universal words because it's a little like life. You have to enjoy life slowly, savoring every single moment so you don't miss anything important. Like your brother's despair and your own self-destruction. Like surprise honeymoons and your kids growing up before your very eyes.
Slow down, pay attention, and drink it in. And don't forget to share it with the ones you love.

Why? Why do you have to leave?" "Because sometimes you have to suffer without the things you want now so you can have everything you need later.

It's not our mistakes that define us. It's the lessons we learn that show our true character.

You taste like a storm.

You're one tough egg to crack. You know that? You're like a Kinder egg wrapped inside a mystery wrapped inside an enigma.

I'd like to think there's a simple reason why people visit reflection pools. When you look into one on a clear day, you see your own mirror image. When there's a storm, and the rain is splashing the surface, or the wind whips the water up in rippling waves, it becomes impossible to see a clear image of anything. It's easy to feel as if you're lost in the storm. But storms don't last.

With every choice you risk the life you could have had. With every decision you lose it.

Conformity and exclusion. If you're not the best or the

Once you see the good in someone, it's hard not to notice the good in everyone.

You think saving someone's life cancels out taking another person's life? In terms of fate and circumstance, yes. In terms of retribution and contrition, no.

I was eighteen when I got lost in Houston, and in him I found myself. They say love is just two souls recognizing each other. With Houston and me it was more like two souls staring into a mirror, my left hand aligned with his right, our hearts skipping a beat at the same moment, our lungs choking on the same noxious air, our scars as perfectly aligned as mountains and fault lines. If ever two souls were perfectly right and perfectly wrong for each other, it would be us.

I stare at the table for a moment, lost in thoughts of what it will be like to hold a human being that I made in my hands. I can write a song and I can play it until my fingers bleed, but I can't carry music in my hands. I can't touch it or smell it. I can't give it my heart.

George, we've slept together plenty of times before. We should be able to do it for a few nights without your penis ending up in my vagina.

Most people think that they want spacious homes, but they don't realize how the emptiness of a large room just amplifies the emptiness in a broken heart. And we're all broken, in one way or another.

I don't believe in coincidence or fate
But I know one thing for sure
Your face was meant to be
Burned into the deepest reaches
Of my blackest memories.

You see, in real life, there are no happy endings, because real life, real love, has no ending. So all of this ... This is our happy beginning.

I wouldn't miss the chance to see your sexy lips wrapped around my hookah.

You can't let your past define your future. Once you get that figured out, you begin to understand the joy of living in the present. And the present is full of tiny gifts that we can only see when we stop looking behind and ahead of us. Sometimes, these gifts land right at our feet. Sometimes, it's our feet that carry us toward them, running at full-speed until our hearts nearly give out. Either way, never stop noticing them, and never stop wishing.

Having a mental illness is like riding a really fast merry-go-round that never stops. There's no escape. You're stuck. But once in a while, you can give the operator some good drugs and he'll slow it down a little; just enough for you to see the trees and the normal people as they stroll by. But that ride operator needs to be supplied often. And sometimes, like any typical junkie, he's just plain unreliable. He stops showing up and you're spinning again. You can't see clearly.

I'm going to take my time and you're going to like it.

There's a little blackness inside all of us.

We all remember people the way we want to remember them.

I want to invade the space all around you until everywhere you look all you see is me." I trace my tongue along the delicate curves of her ear and she sighs. "I want to occupy the space inside you until you don't know the difference between my heartbeat and yours. I want to be your everything.

I guess that's the way secrets are. They're only heavy when you're holding them. As soon as you let go, the significance of keeping those secrets hidden blows away and everything falls into place.

Love is not black and white. It's not even gray. Love is every shade of color in the spectrum, changing with every ray of light given and stolen.

We don't understand how much those small moments of closeness mean to us until they're taken away.

You're afraid of being vulnerable, physically and emotionally. You're afraid of loving completely. Most of all, you're afraid you'll live your whole life without ever being truly happy because you don't even know what it is that will make you happy. You're afraid of not being passionate enough or brave enough to live. But you are. You are brave because not only did you go to the library with me today, you were the one who insisted we go.

You can't choose the road you take; you can only hope to avoid the potholes.

Basically, love and hate activate similar circuits in the brain, but hate also activates the circuits used for rational thought. Which means, when you hate my adorable lips, you're thinking quite clearly, unlike when you think of how I love you and you turn unto a pile of irrational mush. In other words, you love me with all your circuits.

He smiled as he led me toward the ship's wheel. Go ahead, touch it,

Life has shown me all too often that there is no rhyme or reason to the cruelty inflicted upon humanity.

Don't tell me I don't know you when I've spent the last three years trying to forget you.

Love is a strange concept. That the very sight of someone, the very mention of their name, can cause an intense chemical reaction inside you is crazy.

His voice was like a warm tea laced with arsenic, all at once soothing me and killing me.

I need you to know how serious I am first." He takes my face in his hands again and I draw in a sharp breath. "Promise me you'll wait for me and I promise I'll tell you everything.

My comebacks aren't nearly as sharp as my shiv. Come inside and I'll show you.

This is called 'Black Box', for the girl who holds the key to mine.

When the stars fall down upon us
And the last flame flickers out
I'll be there to whisper in your ear
I love your heart, babe, bring me home.

I used to think fate was for religious nuts and people who were too afraid to take their fate into their own hands. Now I know the truth.

To love is to destroy pain.
I love your heart.

It's funny that when the one person you live for is ripped out of your life you can still find a way to convince yourself it's for the best and that you will eventually get over it.
What a joke.

Where we love is home

How did they even fit you inside a jail cell with a head that big?" "Same way I got inside you. Lots of lube, baby.

Not all stories have happy endings; but that doesn't mean they're not worth the read.

There are moments in life, and they happen so infrequently that they tend to really stand out, when life hands you the gift of perspective. Sometimes, we forget to show our appreciation. Sometimes, we get our priorities mixed up. And, sometimes, we forget how far we've come. But life always has a way of nudging you to remind you about these important things.

He blinks back tears. There's so many things you don't know about me that I need to tell you, so you'll understand everything that happened back then and afterward.

Wade would never write you a song, but I've already written you three.

You never know you're making a mistake until it's too late. Sometimes we know we're taking a risk, but we always hope for the best. We hope that our mistakes will be forgiven, or at least forgotten. We hope that our mistakes will teach us something. Sometimes, unfortunately, mistakes are just mistakes that can't be undone or forgotten.

Mikki: 'I need you to do something for me.'
Crush: 'I'll do anything for you. What do you need?'
Mikki: 'I need you to teach me how to breathe when you're gone.'
Crush: 'That's a lesson I hope you never have to learn.

This is that moment; the moment where everything slows down and nothing is ever the same.

Ooh, so generous. You're like Brad Pitt. You're hot and you love poor people.

But, honestly, I hope you'll tell me that I'm enough."
She smiles. "You're more than enough. You're my circuit breaker.

How can you love someone who doesn't think they deserve to be loved?

Sometimes you forget how much you love someone, until you realize their smile is like a spotlight shined on your heart.

Laney always took a different lane, but we always arrived at the same place.

The pain is just a subtle reminder of how alive you made me feel.

The world can fall to pieces around us, but in the end, we'll always make it back to us.

Then maybe you'll believe me when I say ... you're pretty fucking special, Laney Hill.

It's about us," I whisper. He looks confused. "What are you talking about?" "The book. It's the story of us." He sighs as if he's been waiting to hear these words all his life. "I hope it never ends.

Fear is blinding; it can make us miss the warning signes flashing right in front of our eyes. It can also make you miss those brilliant flashes of color, when the world isn't so gray. But, if you think about it, being afraid isn't such a bad thing. Because fear is a reminder that you still have something to lose.
Something Worth holding onto.

I hate you,' I begin. 'I hate the way your lip curls up when you're confused. It's sickeningly adorable. I hate the way your arms are so fucking strong. It kind of scares me.' He smiles and I take a deep breath, trying to keep from crying, but it's so hard. 'I hate that your smile makes me want to cry and I don't know why. I hate that you know how to look so together on the outside when you're screaming inside. I hate that you always know the right thing to say. I hate the way that I already know what you're thinking just by the way you're looking at me.' He wipes the tears from my jaw and I close my eyes. 'I hate that you saved me. But, most of all, I hate that you love me because now I love you and I don't know how to make it stop.

You can curtesy on my dick.

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You'll always be the deepest scar on my heart.

Sometimes, you just have to reassure the ones you love in precise language that you'll always be there. Sometimes words are enough.

He tasted clean and juicy with just a hint of saltwater. A true seaman.