Cheryl McIntyre Quotes

You think you're a pretty funny guy, don't you?"
"Well, I don't want to brag…"
"You know what's really funny?" Geryon asks, taking another step toward the cell.
"Your face?

Where is he?"
"Through the rabbit hole, Alice," Asmoday instructs, gesturing with a sweep of his hand in the direction of the door.
"Off to see the Mad Hatter, I suppose."
"Indeed."
"So," Keely asks as she brushes past her brother, hand on the door knob. "What's that make you? Twiddle Dee or Twiddle Dum?

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I want to be a cowboy."
"You what?" She laughs and turns to look at him.
He runs his hand across the dash board. "This could be my steel horse. And look at me? I could rock a cowboy hat."
"This song's not about an actual cowboy. It's about touring with the band."
"It's open to interpretation.

And then I understand the draw. It's not that we've both been damaged. Or that we both have suffered, or lost, or hurt. It's that we both survived it.

Nick, I have to-"
"NO YOU DON'T! I am risking everything for you and you are going to let him kill you, Keely! Please. Please don't do this. I can protect you. We can go. We can get in the car and just drive away. We can hide." He takes her hands in his, grips them firmly. "We can go anywhere you want. Just please stay with me.

Oh, crap," Keely breathes. "You were supposed to stay in my room."
Asmoday shrugs. "You needed me."
"I - I did not."
"Why was he in your room?" Nick grumbles.
"Why is he in our house?" Kimberly seethes.
"Who is he? Who are you?" Kevin redirects his question.

When I say I am yours, I mean my heart belongs to you. I will never love another the way I love you. I will never lie to you. I will never hurt you. I will never leave you. I will always be here when you need me. And I will do anything for your happiness.

Nobody can take your misery away, that's yours to keep all your own. Find the person who can make you forget you were miserable in the first place.

Cooper?"
"Yeah?"
"Why didn't you tell me it would be like that?"
"What was it like?" I ask.
"Amazing.

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I can't walk away from you. I tried. I can't do it. Even as I was trying, I knew it was stupid. I already knew I wasn't really going anywhere. God, Hope. I care about you. I don't want to walk away." I coil my fingers in between her braids and twists, holding her head to my chest. "I'm broken, too. I think..." I lick my lips and press them into her hair. "I think we can fix each other.

Asmoday." She brushes her lips against his forehead. "You stupid, stupid idiot." Kisses each of his cheeks. "Why did you do that, you big dummy?"
He smiles at her. "I am not an expert, but I am fairly certain those are not correct terms of endearment.

The thing is, I don't have the strength to end my life. I have no desire to slit my wrists or OD on pills. I'm too tired. Too lazy. If I could just fade into nonexistence, that'd be perfect.

Now that I understand love, it is very easy to recognize. You have love for me. I think you also have lust, which I thought was love for a long time, but now know is very different, although often comes together.

Lucy's Rules to Live By:
1. Make the conscious decision to look at others with an open mind and an open heart.
2. Everybody needs someone in their life they can rely on. Try to be that person.
3. Take a chance.
4. Love whole-heartedly.
5. Make it your goal to make someone smile daily.
6. Always expect more of yourself today than you did yesterday.
7. No matter how many times you're let down, continue believing in the goodness of others.

I'm done counting days. Now because of you I'm making the days count.

Sometimes I think my veins run with poison. We're all slowly dying, right? From the moment we're born, our time dwindles away. Like some countdown we're not privy to. We can die at any moment.

When this is over, let's just do it."
"Do what?" Lila gazes up at him. Adjusts his thick black frames as they slip down his nose.
"Get married."
She smiles. "Married, huh. Are you proposing?"
"Not officially. After, when this job is done, I am going to go buy you the biggest ring I can afford - which won't be very big at all, but I will buy it with love. Then I will get down on one knee and that's when I will propose."
"I might say yes."
"God willing.

You and me, Lucy, we're like a fire: Hot and unpredictable, scary and mesmerizing all at once.We started with a spark and before i knew it,I was consumed.I love the way you burn me up from the inside out.

You've turned my wounds into wisdom. Teaching me to learn from my mistakes. Which ones were mine and which were out of my control.

I think you've been inserting the Q-tips too far," Lila says with a smirk.
"I push them in until my brain tickles."
"You're a clown, Bry."
"That hurts. My ego is seriously wounded.

It's not that I don't want to, Keel. Because I do. I really do. It's just, I can't do it like this. You have too much already going on. You just told me you can't choose between Nick and the Demon. I don't want to be another option for you to choose from. And I can't just be a distraction. I could say screw it and enjoy this moment, but we would both regret it. Nick's my friend, and the way I want to be with you, it's sort of in a long term way. I'm smart enough to know that if I kissed you now, it would end up being a bitter memory for both of us. I can't share you. And I can't lose you.

Why, god, why? Why have you deserted me in my moment of need? I'm going to die. I'm going to internally combust never knowing what if feels like to be inside of my girlfriend.
Life is so unfair.

I want to tell you you look beautiful, but I know you don't like that." He dips his chin toward his chest and presses his lips together. "Is it alright if I say that I couldn't breathe for a minute when I saw you? Or that it took every last ounce of self restraint to not start making out with you in front of Guy and Annie? Because the only thing that held me back was the idea you wouldn't like that very much.

I made my own choice and I would do it again. I will always do what is best for Keely," he says and his voice is almost scary.

The people you love most are the ones who hold the power to hurt you so completely.

It's a damn good thing you're so pretty, honey, because sometimes, you're really quite stupid.

You are not afraid of me at all, are you?"
Keely swallows. She is, but at this point, what does she have to lose? "No, I'm not. Irritated, infuriated, disgusted, yes. But afraid? No."
He leans forward again. "Those are passionate feelings."
She sighs. "Those are bad feelings.

I love you.'
'I love you too.'
She never misses an opportunity to say it. You never know when you can run out of chances.

Please," I whisper. "Please don't make do this. Don't make me choose.

I want to kiss you." His fingers continue onto her shoulders. "I want to kiss you more than I have ever wanted anything else in my life.

She cries harder and I know I should hug her, comfort her in some way, but I'm selfishly counting the pieces of my heart that lie on the floor around me.
One for every touch.
One for every kiss.
One for every time I told him I loved him.
One for every time he told me.

There is something wrong with me. I freaking know that. And there's something wrong with you. I don't give a shit. I feel good when I'm with you. I want you so bad I can't even think straight. You are one of the coolest girls I've ever met and I want to know you. Stop using bitchiness as a form of self defense and let me in.

me over my jeans, her fingers squeezing firmly. Fuck. She's speaking my language fluently.

I have never given my heart to anybody. I didn't know I had one. But I gave it to you. That makes me vulnerable. I am at your mercy.

I'm broken too. I think... I think we can fix each other.

I'm just as horrified with myself, with being caught. This is extremely personal. People may know I do it, but nobody has ever witnessed it. It's worse than if he'd seen me naked.

I just want to know where I stand. I hate feeling like I don't belong anywhere."
"You belong with me." He says this as if he were talking about the sky being blue. As if it is a widely known and accepted fact.

I find it intriguing that a girl who doesn't seem to be afraid of anything would pretend as if she were in front of the entire class. Seems like there'd be a pretty fascinating reason." He stares at her as if he is on to something. As if he already knows what she isn't saying.
"Why do you think?"
He's quiet. She glances at him. His eyes are still on her. "I think you're a very interesting person."
She nods. "Because I throw books."
"Because you have secrets.

I don't know how to make you believe I'm sorry. I fucked up. I made a huge mistake. Again. I know that, but I also know there is way more to what happened than you're telling. I was freaked out and I wasn't thinking clearly, but I would never purposely hurt you, Hope. Ever. I didn't even kiss you until you asked me to. I would never...

Shh. Stop pushing me away. I don't want to keep fighting with you. Just accept that I care about you too much to go anywhere.

Mason, I'm ruined. I can never give you what you deserve. I'm incapable of loving someone like - like you want. I will never be able to do it right. I will never deserve to be loved."

My breathing is erratic. I shove myself to my knees and grasp her arms, pulling her toward me once again. "Sometimes never is a distorted perception. I love you, Hope. And I'm not the only one. I know you care about me. I see it in your eyes. I feel it. Everybody needs love. Everybody. And some people need it more than others. You're a liar if you say you don't. I'll do that for you. I'll love you. All you have to do is let me."

The wind whispers against my back as if giving me a nudge toward her and I take it as a sign. I propel myself into her, pushing my bare skin to hers. I need to feel her. I need her to feel me.

This is real.

Life lesson number 12: As your life changes, change you rules accordingly. Nothing is set in stone when it comes to living.
-Park

I have enough scars.
I do not have enough scars.

She hit me. Hard," Micah says rubbing his cheek with a bemused expression. "It kind of hurt.

So, what's it like to be an Angel?" Bryon's voice fills the uncomfortable silence.
The Angels bark with laughter. "It's wonderful," Elijah sings.

I thought there was supposed to be signs or something," Keely says. "Little clues that point you in the right direction?"
He smirks at her. "You have to be looking.

And if you kill each other in the process, well, that will just work out perfectly."
"You don't have a chance. Not even then," Nick says wryly.
"It does not mean I am not going to try.

Sometimes never is distorted perception. I love you, Hope. And I'm not the only one. I know you care about me. I see it in your eyes. I feel it.

Everybody needs love. Everybody. And some people need it more that others. You're a liar if you say you don't. I'll do that for you. I'll love you. All you have to do is let me.

is the way I like to talk. No words are needed when you can say everything you want to with two fingers and a stiff dick. Two

I do not have a hero complex. I have always been attracted to strong, independent women. I like a girl who has her shit together. No strings. Simple. Confident. But the way she nearly sighed the word 'broken'--as if it was her sole identifier, as if it's branded on her somehow, as if admitting this has cost her dearly, shamed her--just killed me a little bit. I want to save her. I want to be her hero. I want to make her see she is so much more than her damaged past.

You can love someone, hell, you can love a lot of someones, but when you find the right person--the one that you're meant to be with--it's like..." "You can breathe for the first time," she finishes for me. "Yes." I cant help but smile.I needed to find that to understand." And you have," She says softly."Lucy." "Lucy," I agree.

Screw this love shit. I'm done. Love isn't a cure-all. It's a fucking disease.

The place doesn't matter. It's the person. It's you and it's me. That's the important part. I happen to love where I am. In your bed that smells like you, surrounded by the things that make you you.

His hand rests against the warm skin over her heart. "This is all I ask to be mine. When you are ready.

You have got me so messed up. You piss me off and make me want to kiss you at the same time. What the hell are you doing to me?

I pledged my allegiance to Apophis, but I am only allied with Keely. Whatever she needs of me, I will offer her.

This is the part I hate the most. That moment it sinks in that I've sliced myself open. When the rush and release are over and I'm left with the knowledge of just how fucked up I am.

At some point, hurting myself has gone past the need to be in control. It's routine now. An addiction. I cannot cope without it, and when things get bad, the need to feed the habit flares.

Deep down, we are all monsters. You just need to know how to bring the darkness to the surface.

I don't know what she's trying to say, but I can feel her struggle to get it out. "I love Skittles.

Does it scare you? That you might love someone that much someday, just to lose them too?" "Yes," I confess, "I've been scared since the first time I saw you.

There's no point in beating a dead horse. The horse will still be dead and you'll just be the tired asshole who beat a carcass.

Because they want to know whose side you're on."
"I am on whatever side you are on," Asmoday says.

Nothing of worth is simple.

I'm taking you out." He winks at her. "I have to. It's been written in the stars.

I don't want to hurt you, Lucy, but I will

Jesus, Hope. You have ruined me. I love you so much.

I'm just going to be really honest right now because this is all new to me and I don't know how else to handle it." He takes a deep breath and pushes the air off his forehead. "I like being around you. I like talking to you. When I'm not with you, I'm thinking about you.

You're not supposed to go anywhere. Jenny said you're grounded for getting suspended."
I snort.
"Damn, Hope," Guy sings. "You got suspended? I think we need to drop the P in your name 'cause you is a hoe.

Are you lying by omission? Because by not telling me something I should know you are lying to me still. Or allowing me to believe something that isn't true is just like lying. Are you doing either of those things right now?"
After a moment's thought, Asmoday simply says, "Yes."
"Are you going to elaborate?"
"No.

I want to forewarn you," Bryon says seriously. "It's very possible that I may start talking with a southern accent."
"That's all right as long as I can do my British accent."
He squints and shakes his head. "No. That's stupid. Those don't even match. Can you do a country backwoods toothless mumble? Because that'll work.

At least I understand her. At least I am willing to give her what she needs."
"You're willing to give her what she wants. That's not the same thing. I'm not afraid to push her where she needs to be."
"Perhaps you push too hard."
"Did she say that?"
Asmoday flashes a white smile. "She does not have to.