Cole McCade Quotes

As long as Imre was here with him, he was home.

Every day she would spread her wings and tell herself today was the day she would fly - but every day a quiet, hateful old witch told her if she tried even once, she would fall. Told her little girls weren't meant to fly. Little girls were meant to stay at home and be pretty, and as long as she did that all the good things in the world would come to her." The words tasted foul. "And the little girl, who used to be fearless, learned fear. Just a little more each day, until her wings grew too heavy to lift her and her fear weighed her down to earth.

You think you've forgotten how to dream," he said, "but really...you're just waiting for the right dream.

All around us are complex people trying to live simple lives," she said. "Wanting simple things with tangled hearts.

It's a very serious thing, love is. Sometimes it makes your heart so big it gets in the way of your voice.

she hardly ever let herself say his name, when it felt like a prayer that her lips could only get dirty.

Do you want to die, Gabriel?" "No." His hand fell to cover hers, heated and rough. "I just want that moment when the choice to live or die isn't my responsibility. Not my life, or anyone else's." Pale eyes fixed on her. "More than anything, I want a reason to keep living.

Life is just a series of new beginnings, my dear. Sometimes to move on, we have to be willing to let go.

We find beauty in poison, and we love the bitter taste.

He took from her, but when she tried to reach for him, to fly with him, he always pulled out of her reach, as men so often do.

We only define others by the value they have to us, and once they no longer provide that value, we let them go.

I don't like when stories end." "Why?" "Because it means that nothing that comes after seems to matter.

All because he knew how to use her in just the right way to make her feel loved.

The flashlight beam swept side to side, cutting a darkness clogged with clouds of dust so thick he could almost grasp them, fouled with the murky stink of mildew.

Maybe we are lost, and some of us just don't want to be found.

But she looked for the emotions and they weren't there; just scraps and tatters, clinging to the empty place where they belonged. She had no feeling left, hollowed out and lost and wondering how she'd ended up

When looking across the horizon the world had a way of expanding, broadening beyond the tight narrow confines of the little boxes of pain humans tended to wall themselves into.

He does not know me. He does not know my background, or what culture or privilege I have experienced, or my tastes, or my education. That he judges based on my occupation and clothing is his problem, not mine.

That moment was when she realized that every woman is a broken goddess. Every last one.

Someone else's personal fantasy may well be your personal nightmare.

she suddenly wondered how it would feel to fall into those frigid depths with her skin as hot as it was when Gabriel looked at her as if he never wanted to let her go.

He would have been bright and gaudy and bizarrely appealing, so far from this tired, aging echo, faded as a clown's cracking makeup at the end of the night.

She thought it was Sylvia Plath who'd said something about girls not being machines that you put kindness coins in until sex fell out,

Complexities only happen when we are indecisive, dear child.

It'd been a long time since she'd met a guy who could bring her down to earth - or follow her into the stars.

She'd thought she'd left this behind. This crushing awful feeling of something unfulfilled, something she kept reaching for only to be dragged away and mired in others' needs and expectations and the cloying sick grasping of their love.

Maybe she wasn't on a path toward anything so dramatic as self-destruction, but hers was still a slow wasting, fading day by day, becoming more of a ghost with every breath she expelled and didn't draw in again. Ghosts only haunted people, powerless to do anything. She'd made herself powerless, and didn't know how to feel about that.

so she pulled on all her puppet-strings and ignored how they pulled right back until they nearly ripped right out of her heart to leave it bleeding.