Courtney Cole Quotes

I think about how the moonlight is really a reflection of the sun, of how the moon doesn't create any light at all. So a thing that seems to radiate silvery, ethereal light is really the darkest of the dark.
I'm the moon.
And I have no light of my own.
I need Dare for that.
But if he's the sun, he'll burn me.
And my metaphors are making me sick.

Oh, Red. If you want to turn up the heat, you've got to be careful not to get burned by the fire.

I stand on a wall to protect what is mine. I'm his and he's mine. It's the way it's meant to be. We'll protect each other forever, for the rest of our lives. No matter what.

Because tonight is perfect.
The sun is really setting now and it's beautiful. The oranges and reds and golds are shining over the horizon and onto our skin and everything is romantic and dreamy.
It's like a dream, actually.
I lean up and kiss Dante's cheek and he smells like the ocean and the salt and the sun. And maybe the woodsy scent of the olive groves. I sigh. There's no way that life gets any better than this. I settle back into his side for the drive and he wraps his arm around me.

God I loved that man. Love flooded every cell in my body and I felt physically ill at the thought of never seeing him again.

I love you, too, Pax. I hope you know that.

There are times we pay for sins that are not our own,

Warmth rushes through me because Kismet always prevails.
The jury has decided. I feel it in my bones.

It was nice to meet you, Mila. Thank you for saving my life.

I can't let you break my heart. I don't have much of it left.

The universe takes care of iniquities, of people who have been wronged, of injustices that the world can't right.

She said...Branden, the best things in life are worth the greatest risk. Sometimes, before we fall, we fly.

Dear Reader, Dante Alighieri said, in his Inferno: "Do not be afraid; our fate cannot be taken from us; it is a gift." Dante lied. Our fate must be worked for. It must be paid for. With tears. With blood. With everything we have. And it is not until the end, the very end, that we will know if it was worth it.

We must stand together and resist all such incursion! We must come together in brotherhood and toss out those like you - women who take a man's job, who rob a man of the ability to feed his family."
"Who is 'we'?" Jessica peered at the empty green hedge behind him. "You appear to be alone."

"I speak for all working men!

The bad thing caught you.
I've never retreated in my life. I've never backed away from a fight and I've never cowered in fear. Ever. That's not who I am. But I've been in combat long enough to know that when something unbeatable chases you, you do the only thing you can do.
You run. - Gabe

Serva me, servabo te. Save me and I will save you.

He deserves to be a focus.

It was never an option. Love never fails, Mila. And I'll never fail you again. That's a promise.

A simple thank you for saving my life would suffice. I don't need for you to carry me off to your bed to show your gratitude.

Jacey," I continue, trying to make my voice steady, "I don't know what I can offer you. But I'll try to offer you something more than… this. I know you deserve more. Trust me, I know that. You're different from everyone I know. You're a breath of fresh air, and I just want to keep breathing you in. That's a big thing for me, you have no idea.

What is it about that one motion, that one tiny thing, that always sticks in my head? It's so stupid. Such a silly thing to focus on.

I love you so much," she whispers. "I love you so much. But I can't. Not right now.

I couldn't remember if I thanked you for what you did," I tell her. "And I can't get you out of my head.

You're much too pretty to be bloody.

Maybe because your mom just died in a car crash?

You aren't understood, and I can't explain it. That doesn't mean you're crazy.

Dedication

To anyone who has ever found comfort in oblivion.

I've barely woken up and I'm faced with this spawn of Satan sitting on my bed.

I'm not a good guy, Jacey. I'm not the person that you'd like to believe. Please know that. Don't make the mistake of romanticizing me.

I would plunge to the bottom of the ocean for you. I'd comb it for shells and make you a necklace and then hang myself with it. Because if you aren't here, I don't want to be either.

My name is Calla Price. I'm eighteen years old, and I'm half of a whole.

Words can harm people every bit as much as a weapon.

I enjoy the vibration of the sound against my lips, the heat of her breath against mine. Everything is visceral now, an explosion of sensations and my vision blurs.
She is soft and I am hard and I rage against her, taking her over and over until her eyes glaze and her screaming stops.
Her heart is pounding against my chest and her body is so very fragile.
So I break it.

You don't have to beat around the bush about it, Mila. If you want to be there at sunrise, just pack an overnight bag when you come out.

Free will is an illusion, my father answers and his words his words his words are so dark.

I crumple onto the lounger and cry again even though I didn't think I had any tears left. And then Dante is next to me, with his wet arms around me and he's whispering in my ear.
And the huskiness of his voice.
The smell of his wet skin.
The beating of his heart against my hand.
All of it.
I don't want to be without him.
Maybe he's right. Maybe love is all that matters. And we can get through our differences. We can get through anything.
And then he's kissing me.
And I'm letting him.
And I'm kissing him back.
Because I love him and he loves me and Elena Kontou doesn't matter.
Dante's hands are all over me, warm and strong and I lean into him, into his warmth, his strength. It's still raining, but we are kissing in the rain and it's sexy as hell. In fact, I think I'll kiss in the rain forever. For the rest of my life. Because it's just that sexy.

Nocte liber sum. By night I am free.

I lose myself in a world that isn't mine and for a while, that's for the best.

Because I'm a monster, like my father before me and his father before him, and so on. There is no help for me.

The only thing worse than drowning in grief is sharing a lifeboat with other drowning people. Besides, if anyone needs a grief group, it's him.

You can do anything to me at all, actually. Nude or otherwise.

Love never fails, Mila. That's what your parents believed. And because of you, it's what I believe now, too. You stuck by me and loved me when I didn't deserve it. All I want is a chance to prove that I can be worthy of it. Your parents were sort of fucked up in their own way, like me, and they never got the help that they needed. But I will. I promise. I will put the work in. I will learn how to cope with painful things and I will never leave you again. Just tell me that you'll stay with me.

I'm tired of hearing about how complicated your life is. Life is not that complicated. Either you like someone or you don't. Either you are true to them and your heart or you aren't. Pretty simple, actually.

She's like a breath of fresh air.
I may be the Big Bad Wolf, but even wolves need to breathe.

We were soul mates. Bound through time with a love stronger than steel. He was mine. And I was his. Unquestionably. Forever. Yet here we were. He was half-dressed and embracing my sworn enemy.

fake it 'til you make it. If you don't feel good, pretend you do because eventually you will. It hasn't worked yet, but I'm still holding out hope.

And women don't usually like to be looked at. They feel vulnerable, exposed. They are self-conscious about their perceived flaws. What they don't understand is that men don't see them the same way they see themselves. We see curves and we love those curves. Confidence is sexy as hell, Alli Cat. It's the sexiest possible think that you can wear.

Life is just a mixture of good and bad, of varying shades of grays and whites and blacks.

Don't love me," he says simply. "Or I'll break you. I won't want to, but it will happen.

She's the reason I came to your house, remember? She called me or I wouldn't have known that things were so bad. She loves you, Pax. And if there's anything that you should take away from this is that you need to live for today. Tomorrow is not promised to you.

Sometimes we hurt those that we love the most

I love you. I love how you are so sweet and innocent and kind to people, but you are such a vixen in the sack. I love how you look at me. I love your smile. I love everything about you.

Things are the way they are, but everything has a reason. Kittens are cute because they're tiny fur-balls with smushed faces. Rainbows are pretty because they have every color in the world in them and they're made from refracted light. Chick flicks are sad because chicks sometimes just need a good cry. And assholes are always assholes for a reason.

I'm counting on that," Mila murmurs as she steps away. "I just need some time Pax; time for you to show that you are serious about this, about putting the work in. That's all I need.

Because traditions are soothing when everything else goes to hell.

But heads and hearts don't always agree; and my heart was guilty as hell.

Cool hands grasped my shoulders and tried to pull me away from Camdus, but I wouldn't have it. I was going nowhere. I clutched his shoulders, breathing him in. I was determined to stay with my husband no matter what. They would have to pry me away. And then someone did.

We absorb the energy that's around us, you know.

The die has been cast.

The good news is that fear is a choice. You can stand in front of it, punch it in the face and get on with life. - Gabe

There is nothing quite so terrifying as the descension of the human mind into insanity.

He looked at me for a moment, studying my face. What I had requested was very brazen for these times, something a lady would never do. But I wasn't a lady. I was a goddess and I would do whatever the hell I felt like doing.

This was too much craziness for any one person to handle without ice cream.

I don't want to start over again," she says slowly. "I like what we had. I don't want to re-do it. I love you, Pax. But I don't know if I can handle it if you leave me like that again. You shut me out and i couldn't help you. That's not what people do when they love someone. You ripped my heart out and stomped on it.

If it were me, I'd be flying off the handle and freaking out. But he's not. He's as calm as can be. We're like yin and yang. Perfect opposites.

Sometimes, at the least opportune times, the past is an insomniac, alive and well.

The thought of his mind wandering while long sharp objects were trying to knock him off his horse alarmed me.

As we walk, I know without looking where Dare is. It's like I'm a planet and he's my axis ... or my sun. I feel his heat, I feel his presence, and I ache to lean into it, to fold into him, to absorb his strength.

Mila, that day, in your shop almost crushed me. When you said no to me, I didn't know if I would survive it, but I knew I had to. I knew that i had to change, for me and for you. And I think I have. I'm still working on it ... it's going to be a process. But I'm willing to put in the work. Forever, if that's what it takes. So ... I'm going to ask you again, babe. Stay with me. Stay with me here in my house. It's only a five minute drive to your shop when it's open. And you can use the studio for your art. I promise to try not to snore. And to put the toilet seat sown. Most of the time, anyway. Just stay with me. Please. I never want to be away from you again.

Fiction is best served alone.

You're too good to me," she announces. "Not possible," I answer.

Answers that are not freely given aren't really answers at all.

I'm sorry," I say and the words start spilling out. "I'm sorry. I should have just talked to you and then you wouldn't have felt guilty and then you wouldn't have gotten into this accident. It's my fault. I'm so sorry."
I'm still holding his hand and he's looking at me with his beautiful blue eyes.
"You're sorry?" he asks in confusion. "You're sorry? For what? It's not your fault. None of this is your fault."
"I was being a baby," I tell him. "I didn't know what to say to you and I was trying to be strong but I was so upset that you were kissing Elena."
"Elena kissed me," he answers. "I just want to clarify that. And she kissed me because I had just told her that I can't see her anymore. Because I want to be with someone else."
"Someone else?" My voice is small in the large hospital suite and all of a sudden my heart is numb again. This time, it is numb because it is waiting hopefully for words that I am desperately wanting to hear.
"Yes," he nods. "Someone else."
My heart is still waiting.
There is a pause.
Then another pause.
He doesn't say anything so I do.
"Is it anyone I know?"
I look down and he looks up and our eyes lock.
"I should hope so since it is you," he says.
My heart stops.
And then starts again.
And then I bend down and kiss Dante Gili-bear-ti as softly and gently as I can.
"You want to be with me?" I ask this as I pull away and look at him. He smells like iodine an

I'm doing all I can to stay afloat in a sea of insanity, but I'm drowning more and more each day.

It's okay," I assure her. "I like stalkers.

Looking up, I stare into the most unique and beautiful shade of blue that a pair of eyes has ever possessed. Of that I am certain. Blue just shouldn't be that multi-faceted and twinkling. There should be a law or something.
Or at least a warning label:
Caution, these eyes may cause female knees to tremble.
Looking up, I stare into the most unique and beautiful shade of blue that a pair of eyes has ever possessed. Of that I am certain. Blue just shouldn't be that multi-faceted and twinkling. There should be a law or something.
Or at least a warning label:
Caution, these eyes may cause female knees to tremble.
Before I can help it, I scan the rest of him. Sweet Mary. This guy had lucked out in the gene department. Tall, slender, beautiful. Honey colored hair that had natural highlights that could even catch the crappy airport light, broad shoulders, slim hips, long legs. He is tan and golden with a bright, white smile.
I am surely staring at Apollo, the god of the sun.

She walked in beauty, She sleeps in peace.

Son, you were your mother's peace. You brought her so much peace and joy from the very first time she held you, that she knew she had to name you Pax. Your mother loved you more than anything in the world. She would have gladly given her life a hundred times over to keep you safe. Whatever you do, just live a good life for her. She had so many hopes for you. But when it boils down to it, all she would want is for you to be happy.

I had forgotten about the sword in all of the excitement of almost burning alive.

I can never watch you die again," I cried as tears streaked down my cheeks and fell onto him "I cannot do it. Are you listening?

Pull on your goddess panties, my dear. It's time to come out swinging.

I even dispose of my sleeping pills. Anything that can be a crutch to me, I pitch. Except for the three bottles of whiskey that I have in the kitchen. I'm trying to turn over a new leaf- I haven't gone fucking insane.

I love you," I tell him again. "I see that," he laughs, kissing me. "Simple words would have sufficed. You didn't need to knock me down with it." I giggle. "Shut up and kiss me.

I don't think I'm ever going to let you off my lap," I tell her. "So I hope you're comfortable.

Someone should have mentioned to him that Karma was a venomous witch.

I love you, too," I tell him quickly. "I have for weeks.

A monster lives in us all.

After a thousand years pass, it builds its own funeral pyre, lining it with cinnamon, myrrh and cassia. Climbing to a rest on the very top, it examines the world all throughout the night with the ability to see true good and evil. When the sun rises the next morning, with great sorrow for all that it sees, it sings a haunting song. As it sings, the heat of the sun ignites the expensive spices and the Phoenix dies in the flames.

But the Phoenix is not remarkable for its feathers or flames. It is most revered for its ability to climb from its own funeral pyre, from the very ashes of its old charred body, as a brand new life ready to live again once more. Life after life, it goes through this cycle. It absorbs human sorrow, only to rise from death to do it all again. It never wearies, it never tires. It never questions its fate. Some say that the Phoenix is real, that it exists somewhere out there in the mountains of Arabia, elusive and mysterious. Others say that the Phoenix is only a wish made by desperate humans to believe in the continuance of life.
But I know a secret.
We are the Phoenix.

Terror is so delicious," she remarked. "You're disappointingly predictable, Harmonia. All these years and you would still risk everything for him. Tsk, tsk.

My screams were loud enough to reach the corners of the earth.

I love you.
How much?
More than the ocean is large.
More than a shark loves human limbs.
More than Gavin loves his reflection.
More than baseball players love steroids.
More than chocolate, more than wine and way, way more than anchovies.
More than yesterday, but less than tomorrow.
...
How much? I type.
This much. It's his voice.

He kisses me with abandon, like he's not afraid of the consequences, like it's only him and me, and there's nothing else around us.

Foolish, foolish men," she muttered. "They need you to prevail.

By night, I am free.
No one hears my monsters but me.
My freedom is fragile, though,
Because every morning,
Over and over,
The night is broken by the sun.
It's a good way to die.

I do not give a rat's front teeth about decorum right now," my father enunciated clearly and loudly. "I have a hole in my side! Have you not noticed?

Sometimes bad things happen in life. Sometimes they happen when you're really young. Those are the memories that won't fade with time.

Want to know something?" he whispers into my ear. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And I love you.

Time, it seemed, was not our enemy after all. It was just air and space and hours. Anything worth having was able to withstand it.

That day, that one day, changed me forever. It taught me that everything you love, everyone you love, even if you love them and hate them at the same time, can be taken away in a moment and there isn't anything you can do to change it.