E.K. Blair Quotes

When he lifts his arm to wrap around me, "I can finally make out the words of his tattoo:

pain is a reminder
you're still alive

You would have to be half mad to dream me up." -Lewis Carroll

He's the one who holds all the power here. He could easily destroy me or make all my dreams come true, but in order for me to find out which, I have to let go of my control, something I've never done before. It terrifies me to hand all the parts of me over to him and trust that he'll take care of them.

He's my sadist, and I'm his masochist. We're the reflection of each other's monsters.

I don't want to judge you, but you're making it very difficult." "I

Well, if you're not too tired, maybe we can spend some time together when I get home." That's code for sex. "Maybe." "Just pretend I'm that billionaire in the book that kept you up all night." I

Because life is not a fairytale, but we all need that one person who keeps the dream alive. You are that person for me.

The heart is a weapon - a self-inflicting weapon - that if not trained properly, can destroy a person.

How you feel is how you allow yourself to feel.

Sometimes we have to fall to know how to stand back up. Sometimes we have to hurt people to recognize our flaws and to see that we need to better ourselves.

Most of what brings me solace and peace are nothing more than ghosts of my past, yet I hold tightly to keep them with me in the present for fear that without them, I just might disappear too.

I've been wishing that there was someone just like him, and now that he's found me, I feel like he has the power to pull me though this madness that has been consuming me

No one has ever given me what you do.
I want to give you everything.

I'm a blank canvas that I can paint however I desire. For the first time ever, I get to be the character in my own fantasy land.

You didn't break me. You can't break something that was already broken.

We're tear-stained savages, sharing a single breath of life, death, and love.

There's something about a beautiful, nearly flawless flower, emerging from muddled water.

But I trust in my faith that we are descendants of rectitude. That each of us, no matter how bad we may think ourselves to be, the core lining of us is threaded in holy fibers.

You make it sound almost like a hostage situation," I tease. "It's love, darling," he says and then adds, feigning an evil grin, "It takes everyone hostage.

My name, it's Elizabeth. And I assure you, I'm no tart.

I never claimed to be right-minded. I know I'm screwed up.
I know I'm so far beyond damaged I'm irreparable.
But I also know that you won't find the same amount of
satisfaction in punishing anyone but me.

I hold him close, and don't even question the love I feel for him. I can't. It's heavy and palpable. It's everything I have been missing and makes up for all the time I had been avoiding what was in me. What I was. What I am.

His eyes are sharp as he says this, the intensity prevalent,

The life you live in as an author is nothing but lies. The men you create, the men you read, it's all bullshit. I never understood your need for it when you have me.

But maybe people like me aren't supposed to be saved. Maybe I'm just destined to bear the weight of the demons that lurk among the good.

EK made it a point to say she "flew" the author to her place. This author is supposedly so much more successful and is the one to contact her to have the book written, but EK had to pay air fair? On top of that, this stranger spent a week or so in her bed, kicking her hubby out? It's just weird. Reads more like an autobiography to me.

He shifts on his knees and leans into me until I am lying on my back. He's supporting himself above me on his one elbow and wraps his other hand around my head, pulling me in for a slow kiss. I hold his face in my hands as his lips dance across mine. When he pulls back, he takes his time staring at me, and I get lost in his clear-blue eyes for a moment before he says, "You're not gonna lose me, babe. I love you too much to let you go." - Ryan Campbell

Bruises fade. Blood dries. Scabs heal.

People are bound to get hurt in our journey for happiness.

How he'd piss on the mattress and shove my face in it, force me to finger his ass while he'd beat himself off.

You're holding your future self responsible for something your past self didn't know anything about. You can't judge your past behavior because of the way things turned out. You had no way of knowing what would happen next. It's only because you do know that you judge your past self.

The ugliest parts of you are your darkest. And trust me when I tell you that I want to love all of your darkest parts.

I've never come across anyone like him. His intensity is entirely consuming, and when I'm not with him, all I can think about are ways I can sneak around to get to him. It's like he's the oxygen I need to survive, and when he's gone I'm suffocating. I don't know if love is supposed to feel this way, but it's all I know, and it's all with him.

Some people say that true love is a myth, that soulmates don't exist. I feel sadness for those cynical souls. They'll never know the high that comes from being with the one you're meant to be with. They'll never experience the absolute rightness of finding their true mate.

Everybody has secrets, everybody lies, and everybody cheats their way through life for self-fulfillment. We wouldn't do it if we felt sorry; we do it because it's our human right to seek happiness.

Whether or not you're in politics, everything is political. We all save face for others to perceive us in the best light. Nothing is real until you break down the walls and reveal the ugliness.

I love you to the point it hurts, but I relish the pain of it because it reminds me that what we have runs so deep within me. And I swear to you, I will never stop loving you.

Giving Mark this,something I have never given anyone else, makes me want to give him even more. There's no shame, no regret; there's only love for the man that is showing me that it's okay to be me...... He calms me when we are together like this, and I don't want this with anyone but him.

Like I said before, the truest part of a person is always the ugliest. But I'm ugly too, so you're not alone.

Life isn't gonna be here forever. It passes by quickly and the time is lost, so don't waste it.

And that's the moment when you realize that hopes and dreams are as fucked up as fairytales.

my bleeding heart. I want to crawl inside of his skin and drown myself in his blood. I want to swim in his marrow.