Emma Scott Quotes

They say all who wander are not lost. But some of us are. We're really fucking lost, wandering until our feet bleed, and it feels like we'll never find our way home again.

It felt like I'd lost something I didn't know I wanted. And I realized you could get used to anything - even being alone for years - right until the moment you touched something better than what you had.

Acceptance is a kind of love too.

For one short second, his hand rested on my shoulder. I wanted to take it and hold on all night, but the dark kept me limp and motionless. Still, I knew Theo was there. I wasn't alone anymore. And that was enough. That was everything.

Because the idea of failure, of living without her in my life, was a nightmare worse than blindness.

God, don't let me go, Kace," he said around my neck.
"I won't," I said. "Never again.

Here's a helpful hint: If you nod, I can't see it. Or head shakes. Or shrugs. Or middle fingers. Or interpretive dances. When I ask you a question, you need to actually speak.

A semicolon is where a writer can choose to end the sentence," she said, tucking a lock of brown hair behind her ear. "But they don't. The story goes on. It's a symbol of hope. To keep going." She smiled tremulously. "Sometimes I need that reminder.

Moment by moment, inhale by exhale, every heartbeat of hers against mine erased our separation. The lust consuming me all night revealed for what it truly was: my need to be with Josephine for the rest of my life. Not only her body but everything that she was: her scribbled words, her lonely heart and her victorious happiness.

Beauty and pain," she said, almost to herself. "I don't think you can separate the two."

"Maybe pain exists to make us appreciate the beauty,

My world had been fading to gray until she burst in like a bombshell of color and light...

I couldn't speak;I only nodded,and it sent a tear sliding down my cheek,to her hand. "See?"she said with a quavering smile. "You feel so much,Sawyer. So much. "She wiped the tear into her palm. "I'm going to keep this,"she said,then turned and walked away.

The universe is listening.You get back what you put in.Negative shit gets you negative shit.Positive energy begets positive energy.Whatever you put out there in the universe,it listens.And then it answers.So when I talk,I try to give it something it wants to hear and hope it answers with something I want to hear.

I was lost in the dark without you, Beckett. You found me. You brought me home.

Love and hope," she said. "That's life to me. Love for all the good that happens to you and the people you care about, and hope that any pain will be bearable or lessen in time.

And your characters were my friends and my family when I didn't have any, and when I had nothing and no one to talk to, I had your books, and I just want to thank you for that. Thank you. Thank you so much. --Natalie

He kissed me as if I were something delicate and precious, something he cherished and held with reverence. "My first kiss. This is my first real kiss.

I'm more afraid of not being with you than I am of being with you.

You believed me. Or maybe you didn't, but you accepted me. And that had never happened to me before.

I once read that you fell in love like how you fell asleep: slowly at first and then all at once.

Hey," I said. "Do you want to grab a coffee?"

His chiseled face softened, and he looked at me as if he were about to say yes. As if he wanted nothing more in the world but to say yes to sitting at a crappy diner over a cup of coffee while the rain came down.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They are in each other all along," she recited.

The fight you have to fight is for you so that the love you feel for her has a chance.

Lessening the misery of the past will lead to a brighter future.

I reached out gave her hand a squeeze. "We need to focus on the shopping now, Dar, or else we'll succumb to the Curse of Target." "What's that?" "Where you walk in with a plan to spend twenty bucks, and you walk out having spent a hundred on

Let's do something really fucking crazy and trust each other.

You are a universe.

Wait here." I ran back up to my room to grab his blue-and-black plaid flannel shirt, still in my possession. Back on the porch, I handed it over.

"My shirt. I forgot you had it."

"It's 'my' shirt. You need to go home tonight and sleep in it. I made the mistake of washing it and now it doesn't smell like you anymore."

He turned the shirt over and over in his hand, laughing and shaking his head.

"And I want it back first thing in the morning. You read me?

We had to go full tilt, just like the card players did. I would hit instead of stay. Always.

My grief wasn't deep or poetic. It was sinister in its simplicity. I wanted to see again and I never would.

Love had no end. She was infinite. She was a universe, my universe, and I was hers.
Love had no boundaries, no rules, no favorites.
And no limits.

I want this for you," he whispered… "I want everything for you.

I moved in close, put my head on Theo's chest, pulled our clasped hands in to rest on his heart. "That's better," I said, tucking my head under his chin where it fit perfectly. "Yeah," he said softly. "It is.

His fingertips moved soft and warm across the lightning crack that marred my cheek. "The Grand Canyon was carved by a river. It sliced through the rock, revealing layer upon layer of beauty. Beauty that couldn't be seen until the earth was cut open. One little sliver of water…"
"Evan…"
"One little sliver." He traced the ragged seam down to my chin. "The majesty of the Canyon is that depth. All that beauty lay buried for years until the river cut it open. Then all was revealed.

I broke open, broke apart, and let all the rage and pain and bitterness go. It was too hard to hold on to, and I couldn't do it any more. I thought I was holding on to my old life, but there wasn't anything left of it. Only ugly residue, and that, I finally realized, wasn't worth holding on to.

You're the light in my darkness, Charlotte.

You know what they say, there's a time and a place for decaf: Never and in the trash." I

You have a thousand hearts' worth of love to give. A thousand tears may fall when one heart breaks. But never cry for shame." He kept my chin in his thick hand. "Even love lost was well-spent.

He pulled me toward him, wrapping his arms around me.
A sob rose to my throat but I choked it down, and held him tight. As tight as he held me, and wherever we touched became proof to one another that we were not alone.

The only truth I have is that it's for us. Everything I do is for us.

firmly believe in the concept of Happily Ever After. For everyone. No matter how or who or when they fell in love. Because that love existed, they felt it, and that is worth everything. Love

I kissed Jonah Fletcher with all of my heart, and with every piece of my soul that would love him forever.

It hurts, right? It's messy and complicated and it's like a tattoo that never ends. A million needles inking something on your heart that isn't even beautiful."
"The feeling you have in that moment right as you wake up, before your brain mucks it all up with thoughts and words? That very first feeling is where the truth lives."
"Because love always wins. Always.

Pain seems inevitable. Or expected. We accept it, I think, as something unavoidable, and happiness is a gift hanging just out of reach; a privilege only a few of us are lucky enough to have. But it's not. It's right there, all around us, if we just have the courage to reach our hands into the dark, and take it. Take it. Hold on. And never let go.

Maybe what I told her was a lie. Maybe I could be what she deserved. Maybe I could make the same teeth-clenching, sweat-pouring effort I'd put into my PT, and channel that into living blind, so that she wouldn't have to constantly be cleaning up after me, or dragging my ass out of the house. My endless black was never going to go away. That was certainty. But kissing Charlotte had been a burst of light streaking across it, like a comet.
Maybe. Maybe is gradations of darkness. The sweetest torture.
Maybe is hope.

I felt like a piece of glass, shattered and scattered all over. I didn't know who or what I was anymore, but I glittered prettily in the spotlight. I

Wasn't love a kind of chaos theory? One small look, one smile or one word could alter the course of a life forever.

If I could see just once more – just one thing in this world – it would be you. I would only need a second. One second, and I would hold the image of you in my heart forever.

What does he need?"
He smiled sadly. "Someone who stays.

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I never told you
How I longed to kiss away your every bruise
until there was no evidence
No ghosts of your own suffering
To put your pieces back together
Seal the cracks
Vanish them like they never were
And never, ever
Leave a scar"

"I never told you
I would take your pain if I could
I would drink it down
And take my comfort
In making you ache a little less
For a little while
Did I?
I'll never know because I never told you that I loved you

You are the only peace I've ever known.

How do you do that? How do you know what to do and say so that I feel…?"
"So that you feel what?"
"Whole. You make me feel like I have a shot at something more than this misery.

I knew I was treading on thin ice. Criticism of anyone's art, no matter how good the intentions, could be risky business.

I would love you forever, Kacey, if I only had the chance.

I Never Told You
You can fill a book with everything I never said
Or the lines of a poem
Or an Empty pool
Or an empty bedroom, the candles all blown out
I never told you how the reflection of myself in your eyes
Was the only mirror I could bear to look at
Or how I fought every day
To transfuse the girl I saw there with the girl I am
I tried to breathe in the words you made me:
beautiful
good
brave
I tried to be them for you even though they were weighted with impossibility
I never told you
how I always feared the rough edges of myself were too sharp for you
and how I fought everyday to blunt them
To bring down the walls
To let you in
without cutting you because I could never bear to hurt you like the others did
Every day
a fierce pride roared in me
I was so lucky to know the truth
I was the beneficiary of your radiance
I basked in it and felt special
And if not for the pain of your solitude
I would have been content to be the only one
I never told you
How your touch made me feel like laughing and crying and singing all at once
How your hand passing over my skin where atrocities
Had not yet sloughed off,
Skin cells remembering the worst touches
Was like a tide washing over the ruddy sand
And leaving it whole and smooth
You made my skin forget
Gave me new memories
New sensations that didn't drag th

Everything good in my life is because of you. How do I thank you for that?"
"You don't, silly. Just love me, Sawyer.

Because anyone can hit a jackpot, right? You just have to play. And

Yeah, whatever," I said finally, the two most unpoetic words in the English language.

Do you ever wonder, Zelda, if you're allowed to be happy?"
Tears sprang to my eyes. "Yes," I whispered. "All the time. Every minute."
His brows furrowed and he brushed the backs of his fingers along my cheek.
"I hate to hear you say that. I hate that I can't take that pain from you."
"Me too," I said. "For you. You carry too much."
"Maybe we both do.

I was his.
In every way.
And he was mine.
In that one heartbeat, I knew he felt it too.

Love, real love, wasn't empty, grasping hands, or lies that felt like truths. And it wasn't perfect or neat or always easy. It was a rising sun on a new day. It was endless possibility.

Dying, I learned, is a not a team sport. It's a solitary endeavor. Everyone I loved was standing on dry land, while I was alone on a boat as it slowly pulled away from the shore, and there's nothing anyone could do about it but watch it happen.

He held on. Weakly, struggling, in agony, he held on, drawing upon the great reservoirs of love and bravery I knew he possessed. He held on for his little girl. For his father. And I liked to think that maybe, if only a little, he held on because I refused to let him go.