Dianna Hardy Quotes

God, no. I don't want to tame her, I want to watch her. I just want to watch her be herself – it turns me on like nothing else.

I was a coward. I've been a coward. So have you. We've both got blood on our hands. We're not the heroes who saved the world, we're the villains who survived it. I've made my peace with that. You should, too, because guilt is a weight you'll never swim away from.

It may be our actions that define us, but it is our reaction that changes the course of things.

So much ice.
She thumbed a drying tear away.
How much water can the weight of ice carry?

He took the pen and book from her and faltered.
"Just write anything – anything trivial that won't matter if it comes to pass."
"Erm..." God, he was useless at this.

Elena's hair turned blue.

"Hey!"
"What?"
"I don't want blue hair! What the hell did you write that for?"
"It seemed trivial."
"Blue hair – blue? That's trivial? What if I can't undo it?"
Karl stared at her blankly. His throat went dry. He felt like a total dickhead, but writing really wasn't his strong point, so he went for humour instead and flashed her a grin.
"I was going to write that all your clothes fall off, but figured you may have a problem with that. This was the second thing that came to mind."

(Karl and Elena)

At the sound of my name, those two worlds on either side of me collide, and my lips meet his. Time ceases to exist, and so, apparently does any logic that my mind is hanging on to. Logic would say that this is insane; every other fibre of my being says it's right.

Where monsters lurked, love also waited.
Bigger than any monster could be.

How can you lose me? You've owned me from the first moment I saw you.

She looked at him for an age, and he read nothing short of love on her face. It warmed him to the core he'd thought dead, and scared the crap out of him.

...today, I'm writing about the extraordinary; those 'moments' in life that reach us, and change us. Those moments take place all the time, really – it's just that we're taught not to notice. We're taught that whims are for the foolish; that instinct and passion are more akin to fairy tales than reality; that they won't get us very far, and everyone would laugh at us if they knew what we really held close to our hearts.

It's a lie we allow ourselves, and it's understandable.

But it's simply not true.

The hugest changes were the ones that could not be seen – that's where the real apocalypse lay: in people's hearts, their souls, their beings.

We all have a sea inside us; can you hear it? Can you hear the ocean roaring?

...we're not eighteen anymore. We've lived. We've created things that last – things of joy, and things of burden.

As if reading her mind, he leaned into her again, pupils dark, irises glowing like a forest caught in the last rays of sun before dusk ... "Do you want me to make you come?"
"Is that a trick question?

Hope – or perhaps delusion – was a flame that had stayed lit, even though its scorching light would hurt. It had refused to go out.

She wasn't really aware of the song as she sang it. Rather, she slipped through song's tunnel, down its corridor of reality, until she landed in the seat of the music. It was strangely healing; addictively powerful. She hadn't expected to become so engulfed by the notes.

And then there was Lydia.

Lydia who had hurtled into his life – into their lives – with hair like fire, eyes like amethysts and a fuck-me scent so palpable that he'd betrayed the only woman he'd ever loved.

Endings bring new beginnings. Love has many truths. And knights come in all colours.

Love. It seemed impossible that she could love him, but she was so deep in him there was really nowhere to go but further in. So this is what love was. Uncontrollable. Consuming. But so irresistible you wanted to be consumed.

She smiled into his mouth. "That was ... wow."
"It's always wow. You're wow. I'll never get enough of you, Lydia. Not after ten years in dreams; not after forever in real life.

He never knew a single second could be expanded into something timeless and so archaic. It shook him to his core – there were no words for it.

A bond between souls is ancient - older than the planet.

Real choices – the ones that changed you and shaped you – were never made with the head, but on the beat of a heart that saw a future it couldn't live without.

When mortality is the equation, we are but pawns in a game.

A female who spoke her mind and called it like it was, was considered trouble. When a male did it, he was considered a leader and desirable.

He pulled out a dagger from ... she wasn't sure where. Did he have that in his loin cloth? What else does he have in there?
(Amy's thoughts, The Witching Pen)

I don't know what we're doing here – you and me … I don't know what we are or what we can be, but this doesn't have to be about that. This can just be about … a chance. Taking a chance.

He called to her primal side; the ancient aspect of her animal self that wanted to submit. It wanted to submit to him; to sacrifice all of who she was at the altar of his maleness and lay herself bare for his taking.

You'd be amazed at the grand tales the human brain will throw up to make sense of something nonsensical.

Sometimes soul bonds are stronger than blood bonds. Have faith in that.

It's only through the degradation of the soul that you can know who you really are; when all else is stripped away, leaving you bare." Somehow, his black eyes darkened, the venom in his words more deadly than a viper's bite. "Let me degrade you, Katherine.

Even after it all, would you dance with me again in the eye of the storm?"

"I'd dance with you until the end of forever.

Pieces of your heart broke every day when you were a mother.

None of us are ordinary – we just settle into ordinary lives.

Then if we make it to tomorrow, we'll be here to pick up the pieces, and help him carry his load. That's what we do when we love someone: we don't stop them from breaking, we help put them back together.

And they said females were the moody ones. Yeah – right. No one did moods like Alpha male werewolves.

You want to be beaten, pummelled and driven away, so you have a reason to shut everyone out, and say 'I told you so' when it all goes to shit. The thing is, we all fuck up. All of us. Regularly. And living is painful because of it. Because we all fuck up. What makes us stronger is getting back on our feet – irony intended – and doing it all over again until we get it right. And Lydia's going to make you strong, Lawrence. She's going to make you a fucking superhero.

Death is my redemption," she whispered, her tears falling on his chest before rolling into the lapping ocean.

He stilled for a moment, and she felt something warm and wet slide down her right temple and past her ear. His tear.

His nose brushed against her forehead, before his lips pressed a kiss to it. "It seems we're at a bit of an impasse, then. Because your survival is mine.

Elena glanced up at him, taking in his words. "If you get rid of your fear? You know, I never look at you as someone who's afraid."

"That's because every time you look at me, I'm looking right back, and the only time I'm not afraid, is when I see you. And I do see you, Elena. I see everything you've been through, from so young – how you struggled through it; how you never let it destroy your hope and faith – and I'm afraid of nothing."

(Karl and Elena)

Time flies when you grow fangs and fur.

The only thing I need is for you to be happy. I'll wait right here, until my last breath, for you to be happy.

They never got you, don't you know that? You irritating, charming, stubborn, evolved, intolerable, sweet, complex, caring, melodramatic bastard with your heart of gold. They never got you. You're wholly you, and you're perfect.

We were immortal, did you know that? Did you feel it like me? We had the world at our feet and we were going to live forever. Then came life – growing inside you – and I became mortal.

You are old and grey," she teased.
"And you're never too immortal for a spanking," he shot back ...

The universe is made up of courses of action we have no say in, but we have a say in who we are, and in those choices we make inside, even if outside, those choices seem impossible.

To submit isn't to be forced. It's to yield to a force greater than your own, in order to become part of the whole.

Whether man or beast, the secrets you kept in the fathoms of your heart always held you to ransom.

I'll never let go of you again," she whispered. "I swear it.

The thought of being whoever I want is a terrifying thing, because I have only ever been who everyone has wanted me to be.

If you're waiting for me to declare my undying love for you, I can't do that yet, blood-bond or no blood-bond. If you think I'm the swoony type of heroine you find in romance novels, who'll fall into your arms just because you saved me from an alternate reality or whatever, get ready to leave empty handed, because I don't want to be caught.

One thing I've learnt about humans: you can't judge their strength by the size of their actions, but by the devotion of an act, no matter how small.

Let me strip you piece by piece, exactly how you like it. Let me watch you shine through your brutal revelation.

It only takes one voice, at the right pitch, to start an avalanche.

Til death do us part....

The words wrap around my mind like soft, silk binds, and I cherish the imagery. Eternity can only be with this man – there will never be another who knows me so well.

Storms were created when love was bound; set it free, and it could break barriers, and pave new paths.

The thought of talking about it made Pueblo's gut ache, but then he thought of everything that Amy had been through – not that she'd told him her version yet. She had balls of steel, he thought with a smile. And what did he have? Three pairs of loin cloths going crisp on the radiator.

How we take it for granted – those trivial conversations; those mundane moments that we think hold no meaning. We never realise how much we rely on the ordinariness of everyday life. When love is gone – when our entire world is gone – only then do we understand those moments are what we live for.