Gwen Hayes Quotes

Apparently, during the '80s, nobody really dressed like Madonna except for Madonna.

Are you sure you're a girl?"
I shrugged, "Most of the time.

His presence in my waking world stirred all my senses. Still in slow motion, I kept walking, warmed wherever his eyes touched me. When I finally dropped eye contact, the world caught up with me
or the other way around.

What an actor my demon was.

Donny recovered herself. Dude, that was the seventh sign of the apocalypse. I'm so not going to class on the last day of the world.

Sneetches was what we called the in-crowd at school, the haves as opposed to the have-nots. We named them from a Dr. Suess story in which the Star-Belly Sneetches, who were born with a green star on their bellies, thought they were better than all those who had no green star- or in this case green money.

You're the most open girl in our whole school."
"I don't think she meant that in a good way.

Butterface - How does a guy slay dragons for a girl when they're all in her head?

So Ame stayed home like a good girl, and I snuck out like a bad one. I already longed for a good book and my quilt.

I had no business inviting other people's emotions into my life when I had no idea what to do with my own.

Everything started the night I saw the burning man fall from the sky.

Layney Logan, there are two things in this world you don't need to question. One is gravity." He tilted my chin to force me to look him in the eye. The sudden intimacy shocked me. "The other is Layney Logan.

A dream caused by too much reading and not enough sleeping.

I'm probably half in love with a boy I don't really like.

I like people, kind of. I even like boys, mostly. But I was beginning to feel like that stewardess who smiles at you when you get off the plane. Behind the smile you know she really wishes she could trip someone.

Ame when this is all over we need to have a serious discussion about Mike. I think he has way too much frosting on his flakes.- Donnatella

Be still my heart, he cares.

If you are about to tell me you are a vampire that glitters in the sunshine, I will

How can I be sure? Tell me something only you would know."
There went his hands to his hair again. And when that frustrated him, he did the fist thing. So far,he was very convincing.
"You want trivia right now?"
"Yes!" Why did he always make things so difficult? Add another check to the "He's probably Gabe" list.
"Like what?" I had to stop looking at his head.
"I don't know.What tattoo do I have on my left boob?"
"I thought you said to tel you something only I would know.

I don't know how I'd made it seventeen years without kissing. It was the finest thing I'd ever known. Like stumbling into heaven.

When something bad happens to us, especially when we are young, our brains will sometimes protect us from it until we are strong enough to deal with the issue. It's not uncommon for people to completely black out an experience for years and revisit it only when they feel safe enough to face it.

He walked backwards a few more steps and brought Brittany's hand to his lips without taking his eyes off me.
My hand tingled where he kissed her.
And the bastard knew it.

I went home that day, and I wrote your name over and over on a piece of paper. I must have written it a hundred times. My mom found the paper a few days later in my sock drawer. She wanted to know why I'd done that ... "
I wanted to know why more than anything I'd ever remembered wanting, but a part of me hoped he'd chicken out.
"I told her I liked the way your name made my heart jump.

I just called to tell you good night. Get some sleep, Theia. Tomorrow is a big day."
"I would sleep much better if you were here." As soon as the words spilled out of my mouth,I wanted to die of embarrassment. Haden and I were close, but we hadn't gotten that close yet.
"I mean ... it's just that when you're near I'm not as agitated. Not that I want to sleep with you." I needed to stop talking - I was making it worse.
"You don't?" He was teasing now. "Now you've hurt my male pride.

He wished he could show her the memory of the very first time
he'd laid eyes upon her. A random moment, his window to her
world, and yet it
had pierced his excuse for a soul as if it were destiny. As if she
were his destiny. A thousand times he'd looked through the realms,
but one
glimpse had forever changed their paths.

You look worse today than you did when you had two black
eyes."
"Why, thank you, Tyler. You always say the sweetest things.

So he was a sweet-talking, cross-dressing, fortune-telling ... surfer?

Every time that boy smiles, somewhere a puppy died.

It's true that I never want to hurt you. But I can't promise you that I never would -Haden

My very own goth Mr. Darcy. Jane Austen would be so proud.

Empty of anything that defined it as real. That was how I felt sometimes. I existed in a world made for show, not depth, not feeling.

Minx, he whispered before he left me to get dressed so that we could plan our new destiny.

Look, I'm a guy. Your ass was touching my groin. Of course I'm going to pop a boner. It's a natural reaction.

For a sweeter kiss had never been bestowed upon a girl. Not in storybooks or real life.
Not in heaven or hell.

Just because you took too much for granted before, doesn't mean you can't learn from your mistakes.

His dark hair was thick and looked so soft I had to resist the urge to touch it. Looking into his dark eyes was like falling into the stars, making me feel weightless and disoriented.

Theia: "We're very high up here, aren't we?"
Haden: "Well, you certainly are. Theia, I need you to wake up."
Theia: "Did you know that I have never seen a penis?"
He laughed again. "When you wake up, you are going to hate yourself.

I'd like to make it clear from the start that I am gay, gay,
gay. Like, when I come out of the closet, I'm usually wearing
my sister's prom dress kind of gay.

Some girls will love you for your intelligence, your spirit, or your smile. Some girls will fall all over themselves if you even make the smallest effort to understand them. Some girls don't care how you act as long as you drive a nice car(And some boys deserve those kind of girls. i'm just sayin'.) Some girls will require a lot more from you than most guys are willing to give. This is the girl you'll need a lot of patience for, because she will lead you down blind paths and up steep hills. The challenge will be staying true to who you are while pursuing this person. She'll wring you out, simultaneously repel and attract you, and question your every intention. She'll be the biggest pain in the asphalt you've ever had. She'll need you to understand what she won't tell you, believe in her when she extends no faith in you, and not give in to her when she wants to roll over you. She'll expect that you'll always be there, even when she avoids you. She'll want lots of independence but want you to need her desperately. She'll expect you to be smart but treat her like she's smarter than you. Hopefully, you'll believe she's worth it in the end.

Repressing is a natural instinct, but it doesn't allow for healing. Coming out of repression can be very similar to reliving the original fear. I'm sure not everyone who needs help gets help they need, and that may not necessarily mean they won't be okay.

Plus my boots were made of awesome.

But the burning man falling from the sky pulled me from my faraway world. My gaze wandered to the window an instant before he appeared. And then, slowly, like a feather caught on a light breeze, he willowed past my window, turning his grotesque head towards me, his mouth open in a silent scream. He was more than on fire. He was fire.
Orange and red flames braided together in the shape of a man, but it was his eyes that caused me to suck in my breath and hold it as I ran to the window. His eyes, scared and imploring, told of a darkness and agony I couldn't begin to understand.

If I ever offer to plan your wedding or sweet sixteen or something, do yourself a favor and run away screaming.

This isn't a crush, it's obsession.You are never not in my thoughts. Your scent carries across a room and paralyzes me with longing. I don't want to hold your hand. Part of me wants to set you on fire and hold you while the flame consumes us both, to eat your heart so I know that only I possess it entirely.

Sometimes, talking about our fears can lessen the fear.

He raised his bony fingers as if to touch me and I steeled myself not to flinch as his hand, still smoldering, neared my face.
He rattled and spoke his last words. Worth ... the ... fall.