Christine Zolendz Quotes

Hey, and the rock star is here too! How you doing, son?"
"Hey, Mr. Rossi. Thanks for having me today. I'm doing great. How have you been?" I answered.
He lowered his gaze and stepped closer to me. "Good, good, son. I'm sure glad that everything was settled and you didn't have anything to do with hurting our Gracie. Lea told me that you were the one to help her when that son of a bitch got his hands on her. We're forever in your debt, Shane. I knew you couldn't have hurt her." He slid in front of the dining room chair at the head of the table, and sat down, leaning back with his arms folded across his chest. A serious expression crossed his features, "So did anybody get the son of a bitch, yet? Or am I going to have to make some calls ... " Holy shit, it's like the Godfather.

The bloody cockfucking wanker therapist wants me to write my bloody thoughts about all the tragedy in my bloody life. It'll be therapeutic, he says. It'll be closure, he cheers. I'd bloody well like to push him over the ledge of his window, I think back. Hang my head over the sill and tinkle my bloody fingers in a wave. Watch him flail his arms about trying to bloody fly as he plummets, then splashes across the sidewalk.

Oh, go to hell, Gabriel! What are you going to do, flap you wrings around and throw your halon at me?

You have climbed to the top of the skank tree, then fell ... and you banged every guy on the way down.

Bitch," Bliss hissed crossing her arms in front of her chest.
Lea laughed louder, "Oh, one syllable word war. You don't even need a brain to play that game! Okay, my turn! Cunt!

I wake up with you as the last thought in my dreams. I dream about your lips, the smell of your skin and hair, and the freaking fire that burms inside of me to be inside you. I want to bury myself inside you and never climb out, my sweet death. Grace, I'm fucking in love with you. - Shane

The first kiss, the first time my lips were on yours ... the hell ... I wouldn't take one moment of it back ...

Here's my lesson to you: Don't wish for a knight in shining armor. You'll just end up spending most of your time doing lots of polishing. And that armor tarnishes faster than any other substance on earth; instead, spend that time on yourself.

I'm like a robot most of the time. Going through motions, getting through life one day at a time.

Grace, baby, please, please wake up. Grace, please don't leave me, please. I love you.

Iam kind of hoping the rest of my night will be full os regretful behavior and irreversible decisions.

Tell me. Tell me, Grace, that you don't feel this. Please. Tell me and I will walk right out of here

With my guitar, I could write my own stories, my own poems, and my own destiny. No one could take away the feelings, the emotions or the truth of my notes. They could hide secrets and provoke images of words that never should be whispered. I could compose the melody of my aching heart and write into it my own happily ever after since no one seemed to think after all my suffering I deserved one. That's okay, I would make my own.

I didn't know I was lost
Until you found me
I never knew what love was
Until you touched my hand
I lost myself long ago
In between your lips
And now here you are
You steal my breath away
Until you I never really knew heaven
Cause until you it was only ever hell
I didn't know I was so far gone
Until you brought me home
I promise you, girl
I know you're shattered
I'll pick up your pieces
And make you whole again
Cause until you girl
I've been shattered too
Since my very first kiss
It's only been you

He looks like someone who has a land mine in his pants." "Huh?" She gave me a really confused look. "You know a land mine; small, hidden, and explodes on contact.

You got me, Sam. You own my soul, baby. You got me…and you healed me.

I want you to tell me why you have a pair of broken angel wings on your shoulder. I want you to tell me why you cut your wrists and I want to know why and how you play and sing the way you do, but most of all I want you to tell me what I need to do to be a good enough man for you.

I didn't even have a choice about falling in love with you.

I don't know how to do this, tell me how to fix us

You have had my heart with you for thousands of years, and I have been so empty until now.

I'm sorry, what did you say? I'm not fluent in stupid drunk slut

I think the truth is that we are in love with the fantasy of being that one person who could inspire, arouse, or affect someone who is so untouchable to the rest of the world. It makes us feel special; like we're the diamond in the rough, the one in a million, the one that everyone else couldn't be, and do what everyone else couldn't do. Imagine being that significant to someone? To never have to doubt that he loves you, or needs you, or more importantly, wants you more than any other.

Look, Gray…a decent guy doesn't just get born and grow up to be Mr. Perfect. They need to be created by a woman. They're like a dumb blank lump of clay and you have to mold them into what you want them to be, while erasing everything their mothers ever taught them and all the horrible internet porn they've watched growing up."I laughed."I am so serious. Do not laugh. Do you realize that men actually think that porn is real? Like a girl is going to scream and thrash around like that for thirty minutes and all you have to do is be the pizza guy! The pizza guy, Grace…and they don't ever eat the pizza first! And let's not even talk about the fact that NO real girls look THAT good! It's like they all come from the planet Nocellulite-us.

Were you dropped on your head as a baby or did your mother just throw you against a wall ?

You know when I was younger, I used to lick anything I didn't want taken from me.

This, right here with you is the closest that I'll ever come to heaven That's all right by me, because you are my heaven, Grae.

Shane smirked and straddled the bike
showing his back to me, end of discussion.
I was speechless anyway. I couldn't even
think right. Well ... mentally he was about eight
inches deep in me and I was screaming his name
raking my nails down his back.

I wanted to wrap that moment up in tissue paper and save it forever someplace near my heart, just so I could take it out and look at it when the world was too harsh. The beautiful drunk boy in the pillow fort in my living room telling me I was exquisite.

Suddenly, I developed an acute case of Tourette's syndrome, Fuck! That fucking-shit-son-of-an-ass-monkey-dick-weasel!

You want to be my first, Shane?"
"No baby, I'm going to be your last

This book is dedicated to everyone who has ever been told they can't. Let's jump off the cliff together.

Shut up and go to sleep, Grace.

Come on its me, Mr. Dark and intriguing with a side of fucked up, Yeah I'm pretty much priceless.

You changed him, Grace, like a God damn lightning bolt to the heart.

You're adorable when you're angry," he whispered, breathing heavily.
"Oh, really? Then get the hell off me, because I'm about to get gorgeous all over your ass.

Let me pretend to be a skittle and you can taste my rainbow?

If I'm not good enough because I'm a waitress, don't settle for me, don't sink down to my level. You don't deserve anything I have to offer. Let that shit hurt for a hot minute, simmer in it then leave me the fuck alone.

Hey, you coming to the bar tonight?" he called out after me.
I stopped and turned around, "Maybe, I don't know. I have to see how I feel after a shower."
A smile burst onto his face, making him more stunning than it was humanly possible. "Do you need help with that? I'd like to see how you feel after a shower too ...

Your evil cannot darken this tale, it was written from the heavens.

It took all my restraint not to fall to my knees in front of her and beg her to love me.

Why settle for something like that, when you've tasted heaven and you'll always know what you're missing?

A smile like that can give a man hope

Please, save your breathe, you might need it to blow up your doll later.

So, Francine seems sweet." -Kade
"I wouldn't know, Mr. Grayson. I haven't tasted him yet. However, if I do get the pleasure of that, I will let you know how sweet it is." -Lainey

I glared at Shane, who gave me an innocent look. With the most serious expression I could make, I joked, "Some of my close friends have called me Black Widow, because after I sleep with someone, I kill them."
Shane looked at me evenly, matching my serious expression, "I have no doubt in my mind that you have had that effect on men, since I feel like I've died every time you've smiled at me.

Lea, you know you should never have a battle of wits with an unarmed opponent.

I didn't flinch, I didn't move away, and I leaned into him. I wanted him to think that Grace would have loved him, because she would have.

Anyone who says forty is the new twenty can suck it - if they can bend over enough to reach it. It's more like the new ninety, because you're now seriously pondering when Death will ring your doorbell in the form of those everyday pains and aches that now torture your once hot, tight body.

Grace rocked through the rhythm and stepped forward towards the audience and the edge of
the stage, looking out over the crowd.People screamed louder. Strangely enough, I could hear Lea screaming, "That's my best friend, bitches," over everyone.

Those green irises were like gentle pools of brilliant meadows of sage and green-envy coneflowers swaying in a warm breeze.
HOLY fuck. What the hell sort of poetry was that dribbling out of my twisted brain?

Got plans for the rest of the day ?"
"No plans," I whispered. Test drive your mattress? Let me pretend to be a Skittle and you can taste my rainbow? Fifty Shades me? Please ! Oh, holy horror, I'm freaking losing it.

Life knocks you down. It's going to, and you got to just turn around and get back up, hold on to me if you have to, but always get back up. People will just walk all over you if you leave yourself beaten on the ground.

This…this is just a morbid filled ice cream cone dipped in psycho flavored sprinkles.

I palmed his face and mushed him away from me before I got too angry and started really wailing on him. "Grab Alex's guitar then and see if you can even remember how to hold it."We all watched in horror as Tucker drunkenly tried to strap Alex's precious guitar on,banging it into the speakers and amps, stumbling and struggling with it as he tried to stand up straight.
"You have got you be kidding me," Ethan growled when Tucker finally got the guitar strapped
to him. Backwards. Then his legs seemed to buckle under him and he dropped heavily to his knees on
the floor. Alex's eyes widened and his jaw flew open. "Get my guitar! Get it away from him! Get it!
Geeeeet Ittttttttt!" he yelled.

Let me tell you the truth about women. We want it all. We want to be completely and utterly cherished but at the same time treated like our inner whores. The secret is that we don't want to ever talk about it. We want you to just know. So not only are we liars, we're a bunch of crazy ass bitches.

I'm falling in love with you … and I'm going to let you destroy me.

All human actions have one or more of these seven causes: chance, nature, compulsion, habit, reason, passion, and desire. Aristotle

Sod off! Psych 101. There are five stages of grief and I'm owning that shit. They ARE my bitches.

No matter what happens from here, know that I have always, I will always love you and I will always protect you.

You, Grace, you're my heaven.

I may have loved to read my romance and smut novels, but I was not blinded by the 'fiction' part of it all. I knew the difference between what was real and what came from a hopeless romantic's imagination.

Lea, I want to lick him up like a freaking cherry ice pop, let him melt in my mouth, get all sticky and lick my fingers clean. But so does every other girl he meets. And I'm like the last girl in line, a line that freaking wraps around the corner.

Put a damn shirt on and cover up your eighteen pack or whatever you got going on under that skin, you are making me drool."
"Lea, stop saying crap like that to me and stop gawking, awkward."
Lea smiled down at me, "You, sir are a bit easy on the eye, so therefore I shall stare at you. If you feel at all uncomfortable, I could always knock you over the head with something until you're unconscious and take pictures.

It is a pure soul who can hold true the in­no­cence and time­less­ness of pas­sion in an­oth­er soul. Each un­veil­ing the great­est pieces of the oth­er, locked to­geth­er at the heart for eter­ni­ty

Gray, I could cover your face in shit and make you wear tampons for earrings and you still would be the hottest girl in the bar. Besides me, of course."

"So why am I getting all dressed up? Where's the shit and tampons?

There's no holding back now, Lex. Let go. Everything you want I'm going to give you.

Life isn't made of miracles, roses and cotton fucking candy, Lea.

Oh, and let's not forget that there seems to be a gang of idiotic, fallen angels after me. Honestly, they could all kiss my ass.

What's a fuckasstard, Virgin?"

"It's a fucking asshole retard or a fucking ass in a leotard.

Why? What's your problem?" he asked, like this would be a surprise to him.
"What's my problem? You're acting like a bitch, and if I wanted a bitch, I would have adopted a dog." I walked away from him as he mumbled something about writer's block and stupid green eyes.

Are you guys okay? That must have been terrifying."

"What? Being in the fire or the thought of having to sleep over at Tucker's? Because both seem like a nightmare to me.

Kade: "Fuck. Are your eyes green?"
Lainey: "Yes. Scandalous isn't it? Maybe I should poke them out for you and insert a color of your choice? Are you against all green-eyed waitresses taking your orders, or am I the only lucky one?

It's not my job to change or fix you…my job is to love you with no expectations of you ever being anything more than what you are. If you change at all, I will love what you become, whatever it may be.

Stop, Lea. I don't get happily-ever afters. Those are just for fairytales and porn.

This is your life, Lea. Mine was over centuries ago, but you have the future, things to hope for and look forward to. I'm just here for one thing. I don't want anything to happen to you or Conner, even Shane or Tucker, because you're all trying to save me.

27-year-old bitter bitch that just found her fiancé banging a young, hotter model needs a well-endowed man not afraid to hammer her till the break of fucking dawn.

Oh, but Shane, if you make my best friend cry, I will tie your pretty little rock star ass up naked and let the homeless men in Central Park have their way with you.

I also want to kiss you until you're a puddle of sexy sauce on the floor, and then I want to lick you up, slowly

In another life, Shane, if I was anybody but me, I would have loved to be loved by you.

Please don't be sorry, Grace. I am your friend and I'm here if you need to talk about anything or need a shoulder to cry on."
"Thanks."
"Especially if that's the only way I'll ever get to hold you.

Grace, you have never and will never quietly exist. You shine on earth as if the sun was born here. You have been a beacon for all of humanities sufferings and exhilarations.

... if you're going to be a smart ass you should start with being smart, otherwise, you're really just an ass.

Just pull the fucking trigger on me now, please - Shane

Jameson: I just nailed you
Lexa: Strange. I didn't feel a thing.
Jameson: I just EMAILED you. I swear to GOD I typed emailed and my phone changed it
Lexa: Sure you did

I'm not surprised, nor could I bring myself to give any fucks about the situation. Seriously, my fucks had been all used up already.

His lips touched mine again, breathing me in like I was his air, then he tore his mouth from mine; panting. Please Grace, whatever it is you're going after, please try to find it here in me. I will try my best to be the man that you need me to be.

That, that right there. That's it, that feeling, that moment of breathlessness, that little surge in your chest, the prickle of heat along your skin and the low hot roll of your belly, that's what being alive is all about.

No matter how badly it was going to hurt, I didn't want to be anywhere but with Lainey. Let her crush me. Let her destroy me. There wasn't much good left of me, but I wanted her to take every last bit.

Kade caught the condom with a quick flick of his hand. Yeah, great reflexes for a drunk, right? He arched his eyebrows up at me.
"It's a condom, Kade, because if you're going to act like a dick, you might as well dress like one," I explained, smiling so wide my cheeks actually hurt.

Yeah, listen you should really stop now, because I'm betting on the smartest thing that ever could come out of your mouth is a penis.

Grace Taylor, I am going to kiss you right now and you are not going to run away from me, because you have no excuse now. Then you are going to go back upstairs to be and all you are going to think about are my fucking lips on yours and nothing else.

It was always you. Always. There is nothing you can tell me that will make me look at you as anything other than my Charlie.

I want to wake up ev­ery day I have left to the warmth of your lips on mine, the sound of your voice singing next to me, the feel of your fin­gers on my skin and your heart beat­ing mu­sic with mine.

The punishment I was given was this existence.

When I look back on all the past chapters of my life, I see all the pain I have endured. I see the mistakes and heartbreak, the horror and loss. But when I stand in front of the mirror now, I see all my scars and the strength I've found from them. I see the lessons I have learned about life and the wisdom I've gained from each of my experiences. I will be fine

What the eff are you two alcoholics talking about? You're all hovering over each other like you're plotting to take over the world. You know you can't do any of that fun stuff without me.

Grace: "I wanted to tell you how I felt. Why I was always so mean to you, Shane."
- "Because you feel broken?"
- "Completely shattered," I whispered
softly.
Bringing his hands to my face, he leaned over me, lightly stroking my cheeks with his fingertips. - "Then let me in, because I promise you, I will pick up every little broken piece of you, every single fucking piece, Grace, and for the
rest of my fucking life I will put you back together ...
I'll make you whole again.

There are five levels of the douche hierarchy: douche, douche bag, douche canoe, douche nozzle and right at the top, the king of it all, when the douche is displaying phenomenal amounts of doucheness, is a douche rocket. It's when someone is such a douche, like the KING of douches, they can no longer be described as a douche nozzle, they are ALL the levels of douchery put together, and douche rocked is used.

I've waited for what feels like two thousand years to tell you how much I love you and to touch your lips again.

Do you still love him?"

"Always and forever, and then an eternity after.