Cora Carmack Quotes

Life wasn't pretty, but it also wasn't scary until she met a man who touched her without taking and made her miss the pieces she had lost.

When you live a hard life, you spend years wishing for the easy stuff, but then when you get it, it never feels right. You get used to having to fight and claw for the things you want, and when you don't have to do that anymore, everything feels a little bit muted.

And now suddenly there was this intensity to everything we did and everything we said. Like my life had been italicized.

The only thing we can do is try to find people whose scars compliment our own.

You make it hard to think straight.

Mortification was becoming my default emotion.

You're bruised and battered from dealing with things you should not have had to face, but you are not less because of that. You're more.

I'm going to shatter into a thousand pieces from the intensity of this kiss alone.

Losing you is like losing me.

Maybe it was because we were both actors. Maybe it was just because of who we were. But I could see in her eyes that she knew, too. This was the end of a chapter.
Cade

I'm already there.

Silas doesn't know how to be friends with girls. Either he'll break your heart or you'll break his.

There are only stupid decisions waiting for me here. But I've never cared all that much for being smart.

Shiiiit. Cade weighs a lot. Way more than I thought! I moaned/sang.

You told me once that history matters, but it's frozen, set in stone. This is part of our history. I can't change it or undo it. But it doesn't have to dictate our future.

He blocks out the sun, and maybe it's the pain or maybe it's just him, but it feels like one of those rare total eclipses where you know you're not supposed to look because it can destroy your eyes or something, but it's so incredible that you can't help it.

I know now why caring about another person is so damn scary. It's not that they won't care about you back, because that either happens or it doesn't. You live with it or you do everything you can to change it. The really scary thing is the moment you realize that for the rest of your life, you'll feel twice the pain, twice the joy, twice the fear.
Twice as helpless to control it all, too.

He was flabbergasted. That was the best word. His flabber had been thoroughly gasted.

And I am here with you. If you have questions, ask them. If you have fears, shed them. If you have doubts, give them to me and I will crush them beneath my heel. If you need help, I will provide it. Even if you only need someone to yell at, I can be that too. And when the time comes that you need someone to trust, I will be that person. I promise.

God, do they make WD-40 for flirting? Because I am rusty.

This world will make you a victim ever chance it gets. Don't let it.

Someone's an easy grader."
"Someone just has a soft spot where you are concerned." He was leaning down towards me and even though his face was a good foot away from me, I swear I felt those words like he'd whispered them into my ear.

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Because it was time.
To say good-bye to Roar.
And become Aurora once more.

Confusion leads to knowledge for those brave enough to seek it.

Any kind of love where you have to prove yourself to be worthy is the wrong kind.

This is what it is to be a muse. I walk the line between want and need, between power and submission. And I make the hard choices.

What's your name, love?"
Love? LOVE! Still dying, here.
"Bliss."
"Is that a line?"
I blushed crimson. "No, it's my name."
"Lovely name for a lovely girl.

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I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
I wanted to crawl into a hole at the bottom of a ravine, then be buried under an avalanche, and then die.
I wanted ... to cry.

Because you've got balls of steel.'
I hated when people said that, like it assumed strength and being a male were synonymous. There was strength in being a woman. 'Spence, I don't have balls. Good thing, too, because they'd look terrible in the lingerie I'm wearing.

I don't care what you think you need.

Are you waiting for an invitation?" I asked, eyeing him standing carefully outside my door. "Is this the part where you tell me you're a vampire?" He chuckled. "No, I promise the paleness is only because I'm British.

Oh, princess. Don't be. You never have to be sorry with me.

He lifted the tent flap carefully, and called into the dark space, "Rise and shine, princess."

Locke heard the shuffling of blankets, and a grumbled, "I will murder you.

An accent. HE HAS A BRITISH ACCENT. Dear God, I'm dying.

What cat? Oh! MY CAT. The cat ... that is mine. Oh, she's ... " I had said it was a she, right? "She's fine. All meowing and purring and other cat things.

The brilliance of art lives in its flaws.

Sometimes, it's the scary things in life that are the most worthwhile.

We all just live in this giant cycle where we screw things up and hurt people we love, and then we turn around and try to atone for that by fixing other things. And maybe we're all just waiting on our turn for a broken heart and the person who will fix it.

Blind belief is a comfort; it is the frame that puts the rest of the world into context. It allows us to block out the things that don't make sense, that which frightens us. It narrows our vision so that the world does not feel so large. Would it comfort you to have the frame of superstition? To believe that if you say the right words and sacrifice the right things, then your world will stay exactly as it is? Or do you wish to choose what you believe, what you trust and understand?

I've spent too much time pretending, too much time on the outside, too much time feeling spineless. This time... I'm going after what I want.

Our oh-so-brief relationship had been like spending a day in the sunlight when you've lived your whole life underground (my former self being the mole man in this story). Maybe that was all we got when it came to relationships like that - flashes of sunlight. Maybe it was too bright to be sustained for any extended period of time. Maybe I should be thankful.

As readers, as people, we might not have the capacity to change the justice system. But as Dylan says in the book, we can change one person's perspective at a time. We can notice. We can speak up. We can teach this generation, my generation, that the way sexual assault is viewed and treated in this country is not okay, so that when it is our turn to step into the shoes of political office and criminal justice, we can continue changing the narrative from a place of power.
And more than anything, we can support. And we can empower. We can love.
We can be better.

It was like my uterus was tapping out a happy dance on the rest of my organs. God, I was dying the longest, most tortuous, and arousing death in the history of the world.

Don't be the gap on this team. Be the person who fills it.
I know Dad's talking about sports and training and all that stuff I don't care about, but I can't help but hear his words through the filter of our lives. There is a gap in our house. Maybe it's the mom I never knew. Maybe it's the words we never say. Or maybe it's both of us. Maybe there's a gap in each of us so big that we can't get past it to fill the one between us. Maybe we'll never fill it.

I always thought I was an extrovert until I became a theatre major. Then I realised I just didn't like silence.

God, I've missed you.

Hey", I take hold of her chin for extra emphasis." You don't ever have to worry about impressing me.

Sometimes, saying the first thing that came to mind went well. Sometimes simple and honest worked the best.

I pulled, allowing her body to slide down mine. I kept my hands at her waist to slow her descent. The shifting of her body against mine was heavenly. She sucked in a breath, and when our faces were level, her eyes were not narrowed, but closed. Her lips weren't pursed, but her bottom lip was caught between her teeth in a way that made my mouth dry. Her cheeks were still flushed, but I had a feeling it wasn't about anger anymore.
"You did that on purpose," she said.
I laughed, and it came out raspy. She wasn't the only one affected by our closeness. "I definitely did that on purpose. I think we should make this a post-show ritual actually.

As soon as we arrived home, I told Bliss I was going to take a shower. Sundays were a two-show day, so I certainly needed it. I let her go in first to brush her teeth. I waited for the water to turn on, then leapt into action. I found Hamlet's feathered cat toy (the only reason she would ever willingly get close to Bliss), and hid it underneath the bed. Then I went to the closet and found the suit coat pocket where I'd hidden the ring. I popped open the box to look at it one more time.

It wasn't much. I was only an actor, after all. But Bliss wasn't one to wear much jewelry any way. It was simple and sparkling, and I hoped she would love it as much as I loved her. A popping sensation filled my gut like those silly candy rocks that Bliss loved.

What if I was pushing her too fast?

No. No, I'd thought this out. It was the best way. I opened the top drawer of the nightstand, and slid the ring box toward the back. The water in the bathroom shut off, and I went back to the closet, shucking my shirt. I tossed it in the hamper at the same time Bliss walked in the room.

She came up behind me and placed a hand on my bare back. She pressed a small kiss on my shoulder and asked, "Get Hamlet for me before you shower?"

I smiled, and nodded.

Bliss was so determined to make Hamlet like her that she played with the cat for at least half an hour before bed every night. Hamlet would stick around for as long as Bliss waved t

Suddenly there was this intensity to everything we did and everything we said. Like my life had been itelicized.

And I make that challenge to you now. Notice injustice. Speak out against it. Care more for those who suffer it. This world belongs to all of us, and it could be you or someone you know who goes unnoticed tomorrow. And if you've been the victim of a violation of your rights, your civil liberties, or your person, talk to someone. Ask for help. You are absolutely not alone.

Adventures don't happen when you're worried about the future or tied down by the past. They only exist in the now. And they always,always come at the most unexpected time,in the least likely of packages. An adventure is an open window; and an adventurer is the person willing to crawl out on the ledge and leap.

I can deny myself all I want, but one thing I cannot deny is just how fucking gorgeous this girl is. And exactly the kind of distraction I'm supposed to be staying away from.

If there's anything I learned with you, it's that one more day was never enough

Fact is, knowing what you want and knowing who you are ... those are two separate things. One is complicated. The other isn't. You're trying to take something simple and make it hard, and there's enough hard things in life without you adding more for yourself.

Then, slowly, like the sunrise peeking over the horizon, she smiled.
She snapped the box closed.
She didn't scream. She didn't run. She didn't faint.
There might have been a little crying.
But mostly ... she danced.

In life, it's so easy to get tunnel vision, to imagine this world is a movie set and your story - ­what you see through your eyes and think with your brain and feel with your heart - ­is the only thing that matters. But the world was so much bigger than that. Life was so much bigger than that. Sometimes, I couldn't understand how it could hold all of us, all of the hope and hurt of humanity.

I am in love with this burrito. I would marry it if I didn't want to eat it so badly."
"The tragedy of true love," Cade whispered.

Of course I want you. Have you seen you?"
"I see you."
She swallows, and her eyes bore into mine when she replies. "Yeah, I think you do.

It was the kind of fear that made people jump off cliffs and climb mountains - the kind of fear that told you something miraculous was waiting at the end of it, if you could only get there.

Getting there was the problem though. I wasn't the climbing mountains kind of girl. As appealing as the summit seemed now, I knew myself well enough to know I'd give up halfway there, and then I'd be left with only the pain of the journey, and none of the reward. -- Max

I'll remind you every day how amazing it feels when your body touches mine. I'll remind you of the good times, and help you forget the bad. I'll remind you who you are when life has beaten you down and made you doubt it. I'll bust down yourdoor in the middle of the night and kiss you until you remember that your fears are just that, and they can't control you. I'll take my chances against your fickle heart if it means it's mine.

Women love a mystery. But only if we think we can figure it out.

I'll make you a deal. A question for a kiss.

Say that this is real. That it counts.

He's right you know. I will pull you down with me."
I lift my chin and reply, "If I go down, it will be because I jumped, not because you made me fall.

Garrick was panting when he replied, "You're not forcing me to do anything. I just want you to be sure. You can say stop at anytime." His lips pulled wide. "You don't need to make up a new pet.

Music wasn't complicated. It was math.

Getting angry at him won't change the fact that you're angry at yourself.

You are lightning made flesh. Colder than falling snow. Unstoppable as the desert sands riding the wind. You are Stormling, Aurora Pavan. Believe it.

Shoes are stupid. Why do people wear them?" -Bliss
He laughed, "So they don't step on a nail and get tetanus, that's why." -Cade
"Wear. Where. Wear. W's are wwweeird."-Bliss

Making a stupid decision doesn't make you stupid. Just as making a smart decision doesn't necessarily make someone smart.

Because sometimes in life, you just have to stand there and do nothing. Overwhelmed by all the versions of ourselves that exist in our minds - who we want to be, who we should be, who we're not, and who we are - it's a jungle that can ensnare your feet and confuse your eyes. But sometimes if you stand still, all those things will snap back into place like a rubber band. And if you can get past the sting, you can keep moving, not quite whole, but held together for the moment.

You are unbelievably sexy.

You're mad at me.

There's this funny thing about empathy. It's not actually in limited supply. Just because other people have it worse doesn't mean you don't deserve to be understood. To feel comfort.

I nodded. Nodding was all I knew how to do, all I understood. Nodding, at least, still made sense.

Sex.
I was going to have sex.
With a boy.
A hot boy.
A hot BRITISH boy.
Or maybe I was going to throw up.
What if I threw up on the hot British boy?
What if I threw up on the hot British boy DURING SEX?

There's a truth you learn early on in the activism scene . . . most protests are lost before they even start. We hope for change. Beg for it. But even when we know it won't come, still we stand with our signs and say our chants. Still we show up. Because to lie down and say nothing means the cause dies with us, and a little piece of us with it. So we chant. And we chant. And we say the same words again and again and again. Louder and louder. We do it to put words to the ache we feel in our hearts. And there's this small, innocent hope somewhere in the back of our minds that even if there's no point, even if it's a done deal . . . we hope that if we say something enough times, people will listen. Or that if we say it enough, it will finally make sense.

Why does the world hate me? They both laughed, but it wasn't funny. SERIOUSLY. Why does the world hate me?

So, what made you decide to get a cat?
Oh, you know. I nearly had a one-night stand with our professor, but ran away using my imaginary cat as an excuse, and now he might want us to be together together even though it's the worst idea ever, but I kind of don't care either, because my body and probably my heart are telling me it's the best idea ever. So now I need a cat so he won't realize I was lying about the cat because I'm a virgin and chickened out of having sex with him.

Are you ready?" her mother asked. A small part of Aurora screamed in revolt; she wanted to ask for permission to leave, to disappear into the wildlands and find another life. But the queen had lost enough in this life. Her husband succumbed to a disease that her magic couldn't touch. And her son had captured a storm's heart at the expense of his own. And the only one she had left, her daughter ... her daughter looked the part of the perfect Stormling princess -- so impressive, so ethereal, that no one would ever dare to think the truth. That she had no storm magic at all.

I think everyone does. Even happy people. They may not admit it to anyone, but I think they feel it. I think they close their eyes, or go for a run, or take a long shower, so that hey can forget just for a second who they are and what they have to do day in and day out.
Living is hard.
And every day our feet get heavier and we pick up more baggage. So, we stop and take a breath, close our eyes, reset our minds. It's natural. As long as you open your eyes and keep going.
(Cade)

Take notes, boys! The ladies always love a man who can play an instrument!" Lindsay snorted, "Your instrument doesn't even like girls, Rusty!"
"Doesn't mean they don't like it!

Some relationships just end. Like a star, they burn bright and brilliant, and then nothing in particular goes wrong, they just reach their end. They burn out.

Cade Winston, by drinking this shot, you hereby swear to do something out of character tonight. Should you fail, you'll be cused to a lifetime filled with premature ejaculation.'
'Seriously, man?'
He held up his hands and laughed, 'Hey, the alcohol gods giveth and they taketh away.

He took my hand, and pulled me into his living room where a book was open on his sofa. It was poetry, of course, because he was perfect.

I don't show much of anything.

Oh, I burned it with my straightener."
"You burned your leg with your straightener? How long is your leg hair?

So he doesn't tick any of my usual boxes, but there's something in the way he looks at me. In his eyes, there's this strange kind of appreciation that is part attraction, part something else that makes me feel rare and precious and . . . seen.

Oh God. I'm so sorry, princess. I'm sorry.

This was a catastrofuck of colossal proportions.

My odds were looking about as good as a main character in Game of Thrones.

I danced.
I danced without music. I screamed without sound. I celebrated in silence, in the dark, behind the curtains where no one could see.

I've realized something...We don't get to know what's going to happen to us. And anything can come along and ruin our plans, change our world, change us... I can't keep planing for a future that might never come. That's not living.

You would think that I'd be a bit more comfortable talking about sex, now that I'd had it and all. You would also think that at my age I would be able to successfully insert the straw into a Capri sun juice pouch. I was 0-2 there.

Tell me I'm not crazy, He said. I couldn't do that. I was nowhere near sane enough at the moment to advise anyone else on rational behavior.

He caught my hands as they pulled through my hair, and pulled my body against his, and I felt all the holes in me. My sobs echoed through them like caverns, and I never would have thought empty could be made of such weight.
I couldn't breathe around it.

I'll be good. I promise. Unless you want me to be bad, of course.

No tragedies here, Roar. This world will make you a victim every chance it gets. Don't let it.