Cole Gibsen Quotes

Here's one thing you need to know about me, Ash: I always take care of what's mine. And then maybe, when we get back, I'll take care of you again.

Go ahead, you guys. I'm not done with Kim yet."
Braden made annoying kissing noises while Michelle giggled.
"Fine with me," Kim said. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the ground. Sweat glistened on the tight muscles of his chest. Standing under the orange glow of the setting sun, he looked like a golden statue brought to life.
"That's not fair." I struggled to swallow past the sudden dryness of my tongue. "That's distracting."
He flashed me a grin that ignited a fire low inside me. "That would be the point. Call it a tactical move."
Braden used the tree to pull himself up. "Well, boys and girls, I think it's time we moved along. This fight is about to lose its PG-13 rating."
Michelle nudged him in the side. "I think it's cute."
Something prickled on the back of my neck and I turned to find Quentin staring at me with a look between confusion and pain. As I tried to decipher its meaning, Kim used that moment to snatch my wrist and twist it behind my back. He pulled me in, pinning me against his chest, and lowered his head to place a kiss just below my ear.
"I may need to take notes." Braden pretended to open an invisible notebook. "So, what do you call this martial arts style, Kim? Kung fu-ling around? How about jujits-you-some?

Don't you think it's sad some people are only remembered by the graffiti about them on the bathroom stalls?

Sumi may have my vow, but you have my heart, Rileigh Martin. I will never stop loving you.

A skilled warrior goes into a fight knowing his only fight is with death. An unskilled warrior goes into a fight only to win.

Why do you do it, Amber? Why do you go after people like you do? It's not who you are."

"That's the point," Amber said. "I'm not allowed to be who I really am.

After my fight with the kunoichi, I thought I'd never hear from Whitley again, but he seemed to get a kick out of sending me Wish You Were Here postcards from around the world.

This is it." Morgan gestured to the French doors like she was modeling a prize on a game show. "Here we have door number one. Will it lead our contestant to the dog-faced man of her dreams? Or will she find an axe-wielding psychopath? Stay tuned.

If Amber kept up her act forever, it would only be a matter of time before the broken pieces of her real self were too small to ever be put back together. I didn't know what happened to people once they were unfixable. I only hoped I never had to find out.

But he was wrong about the sun - I didn't need it. All the sun in the world wouldn't stop a flower from dying - if it had no one to care for it.

My mom is having a Scentsy party tomorrow," he said.
"The scented-wax thingies? Random. But go on."
He laced his fingers together on his lap. "I was thinking... I know how much you love to smell things."
I nodded. I could spend hours in a candle store sticking my nose inside every jar. "True. I do love to smell."
"Well, instead of going on your suicide mission, you could just come to the party. We could go smell crazy and even sneak a few of my mom's JELL-O shots. Eh?" He poked a finger in my ribs. "Epic, right?

It was a single line amid a wall of hate. It barely made a difference.

But it was a start - and that was all that mattered.