Elizabeth Finn Quotes

You're coming over. I want you there. You're going to be there. End of story.

Don't do that. Don't walk away.

I've missed you so fucking much," he said quietly. "Nothing has made sense in my life without you.

There is no denying I'm once again complete in her presence. This is my place. I belong to her and my place is by her side. And the absoluteness of that statement is profound, and it begs to rewrite my life.

Listen . . . I wasn't trying to boot you out my door this morning. I wasn't telling you to get lost. I wasn't saying I hate you. I wasn't saying anything." He shook his head in frustration. "I don't know what I'm doing, and I don't have a clue what I'm supposed to do. I don't know what this means or what it doesn't mean. I don't know how I'm supposed to feel, and I don't have a fucking clue how to figure it out. But I'm here, and I'm not trying to hurt you. I'm not trying to make you feel bad. I just don't know how to do this anymore.

I'll come back to you." "And you'll marry me ... " "In my heart I already have." "And you'll give us babies ... " "I can't wait to meet our children." "And you'll love me ... " "I never stopped, and I never will.

Can't we just forget about the monsters," he whispered, his lips touching and teasing my earlobe. "All I want is to remember us.

I want to talk to you, and I want you to talk to me. I want to touch you, and I want you to touch me too. I want to hold you." I gave up hiding the tears, and when I blinked they ran down my cheeks. "I won't look for pain from another man's fist to release me from what hurts so much in my head. I'll tell you what hurts instead. I won't use sex with other women to hide from my pain. But I'll give it to you if it's what you need from me."
I walked up to her, and she just watched me. Her body looked rigid with tension, and I could see the tendons in her neck strained tight. I stood just in front of her, not willing to touch her until she gave me permission.
"I want all of you, regardless of the fact I deserve nothing from you. Things can't go on this way with us. It's tearing me apart. I put myself in your life, because I wanted to see who you were now." I shook my head as I stared off beside us for a moment. "I didn't realize it would be so … powerful. Powerful enough I want to give it the chance to rewrite the direction of my life.

You know, I always knew I was a piece of shit
a real fucking asshole. But you know what else? You were always there to convince me I was right.

I don't expect anything from you but some skin. I need to feel you.

How can I get past this, when I can't fully have you?

I'm going to marry your brother someday.

What do I do? Tell me because I can't lose her again.

Come on then."
"What? Where are we going?"
"Upstairs. Your bedroom."
"Why?"
"Because obviously you need more convincing, and I'm not going to run the risk of getting caught eating your pussy in the living room. Certain things are inappropriate when you have children, and that's definitely one of them.

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I'm going to slap you." The words fell out of her mouth. "Okay," he said calmly.

Your choice. Cunt or pussy, but so help me God, if you say some lame ass word like flower or lady garden you'll pay for it later, because I don't fuck gardens or flowers any more than I have a love sword attached to my groin.

She taught me that I deserved her. And in return, I took her away from the man who didn't.

I can't get enough of you. Every glimpse of you makes me want another. Every touch makes me crave more. Every taste makes me hungry.

You are the best mistake I could have ever made, and if ever there was a rule to be broken, it was the one that would have made us impossible." He pulled back, focusing on her. "I ... regret ... nothing.

So, what is it that I bring to her?" [Angus]
"Strength. Security. Stability. All the best 's' words." [Truman]

Truman smirked and so did Angus.

The doorbell rang once more.
She grumbled. "Don't people know no one actually answers the door anymore?"
He chuckled again. "You really better get that door."
She sighed. "I don't want to let you go," she said quietly.
"You don't have to, but I'm freezing my balls off out here, and I'd really like to come inside and see you.

Why is it so hard for you to believe you deserve to be happy?"
He smirked, but the expression didn't quite reach his eyes. "Because you're not always around to reassure me. And you're the only person in the world I would believe.

I get it. How do you move past something like this? But wouldn't it be quite a thing if you could?

She's beautiful - broken and battered, still the most beautiful woman in the world to me - the only woman in the world for me.

I wouldn't trade making love to you for anything in the world, but you made the choice to leave for a reason, and you made the right choice. You know that. You deserve better than my anger and hurt and mess. I want you to have better.

You deserve a man who will take you and keep you, not a man who will have you and leave you. I can't be the man who does that to you.

Don't lump me into that category with him
just because I want to share a home with you. I would never expect
you to be beholden to me in exchange for the roof over your head.
That's not fair, nor is it accurate.

We're not a couple. I'm just inappropriately infatuated with her.

I don't care if nobody else thinks I'm beautiful, because in this moment, I know Logan does. Eat your heart out Amy's of the world ...

Penises belong in bathrooms, vibrators belong in bedrooms. Everybody knows that.

Is the bed comfortable? Please say no. Just give me any reason to get you in my bed.

Was it his looks? Perhaps his smell, or more than likely his maturity.
There's something so very arousing about a calm, controlled, confident man - qualities most often found in an older man.

Convince me not to hate you because ... because hating you is the end of me.

All I wanted was you. I wanted to have you, throw everything else out the window for you. Maybe if I had. Maybe if I'd given in sooner, the fight would have been over.

I never wanted to hate you. Not ever. You did this.

I need you to love yourself as much as I love you, and I need you to let me love you too. I need you to share your hurt with me, not try to protect me from it or hide it from me. I need you to forgive yourself for your past, and I swear to God I'll forgive myself for mine too if you will. And more than anything, I need you to fight.

You don't fall in love with the person responsible for your greatest loss. And God help you if you do.

No, Gray. Intense is fucking you. This is just plain pathetic.

You will always be my world.

I wish you could feel that for me now.

I want to be a part of you," I whispered.
"You are a part of me," she whispered back. "You always have been.

We're going to be okay.

You're going to let me fight for you
now.

She is so special I rewrote my entire existence for her.

Be happy and well and forget me fast.

I whisper every word she needs to hear and I need to say. I tell her how beautiful she is. I tell her she amazes me. I make sure she knows she is the most precious person in the world to me. I make sure she understands what losing her means to me and how impossible it is to imagine my life without her.

The only thing separating us from that existence rather than the one we find ourselves in is one small decision. I make wrong decisions every day.

Nothing else in the world that I've experienced has ever touched the importance of us to me.

If you need to fall apart, then do it. If you want to be angry, then yell at me."
She shook her head.
"I know it's been a shit day for you, and I'm sorry that you have to…to see my old life, but this
is my life now. Please don't be
upset about this."
"I'm not." She wasn't. And at the same time,she was. She didn't have a clue what she was supposed to feel anymore.
"Then don't shut down on me now. Don't walk away

He pulled his mouth from hers, holding her face inches from his with a hand to each cheek, and he froze, panting. She was the center of his universe whether he wanted her to be or not, and at the moment, he so completely wanted her to be. He'd needed this, he'd dreamed of it, fantasized about it, obsessed about making love to her, and he was buried balls-deep inside the only woman he'd ever been so completely in love with.

I blush as that word pops into my mind again, "relationship." Is this what a relationship feels like, I wonder
close, comfortable, warm, safe, thrilling, erotic, and smelling deliciously of pancakes ...

You're the brightest, warmest star in my universe," I whispered. "You will never be less than everything to me.

People as a whole see a limited scope of the world, chained to their notions, often misguided notions, of what truth is. Seeking something more, I would argue, is the very act of unchaining oneself from the cave wall.

I've loved you forever." His eyes were dark and serious.
"I love you too.

He knew she drank coffee, but he knew nothing about the stuff himself, and he intentionally hung back watching other people order for a while. When he heard a young woman who clearly couldn't be old enough to drink coffee order a grande, iced, half-caf, triple-mocha latte macchiato, he panicked, but he was committed. It was all very confusing, and by the time he was at the counter, he was ready to give up and buy her a coffeemaker.

The woman he couldn't ethically fuck, he wanted to fuck six ways to Sunday without a single socially acceptable barrier between them.