H.M. Ward Quotes

The darkness within her called to me. It's been my destruction and my savior, because it brought me to this woman and kept me coming back for more.

I glance at him, wondering what kind of crazy sauce he ate to sit down next to me in here.

Sometimes those silent gestures mean the most. They're the glue that holds our fragile lives together.

Is that code for sex or are we really having coffee?" Peter laughs and feigns shock, putting his hand over his chest. "My God! Is that why all those women at Starbucks keep trying to have coffee with me?

You can't keep it no matter how much you beg. Dragons are not pets, Ivy. He laughed.

Said I'd lose you if I wasn't careful, and then he took you away from me. I thought I'd lost you.

No, I was just trying to burn a hole in the side of your face with my laser vision. It didn't work.

I know I have to let him go, even though I don't want to. Whatever weird-ass relationship we had is over, and this is the last time I'll be with him. As the thought solidifies, it feels like I've been buried under an avalanche of stone. I can't breathe. Tears prick the back of my eyes, but they don't fall. I wish I was numb. I wish I could say yes to him. I wish I had a different life, because this one is so horrendously unfair.

Tell me, where do I stand compared to Neil and the ankle biter over there? He's kind of hot, in a Howard the Duck kind of way

Maybe I'm too jumpy, too untrusting. The thing is, once something bad happens, there's no way to undo it. There's no erase button on life. I can't just click the delete key and start over.

Yes this is Mr. Ferro and Mr. Ferro is sort of grumpy, one hundred percent of the time. Please excuse me, I need to go find my box.

It's not like I invited you. Oh, and shotgun. I'm not sitting next to the turkey.

I want to get past this. I need to. It's been too long. My life is living me.

It's stupid to rush things when you aren't ready.

Things changed. Maybe I didn't recognize what I felt then, but I do now. I'm a stupid girl who fell in love with her friend, and that's not even the worst part. The worst part is that I'll lose everything if I tell you. This little patch of happiness will wither and die, and it will be all my fault, because I couldn't keep my mouth shut. I'd rather have you as a friend than not at all.

Our eyes meet and the rest of the world melts away.

Life occurs in segments, little bursts of time setting us on a course. Our little boat floats out into vast waters, sailing along until a storm comes to knock us off course - or worse. How many people are floating around, lost? I'm not even sure I am floating anymore. It's more like I'm trying to break my boat free from years of rot after it's been filled with sediment and settled on the ocean floor.

No matter what you do, you are that girl. It's how you become that girl that matters.

I believe in white knights, but the only knight in this story is me. No one saved me. I've fallen so far that I can't even see the way out anymore. I'm at the bottom of Hell and I found you.

If it was going to kill me or carry me off, I thought it would have done so already. But it just sat there, looking at me. Its tail swooshed suddenly, and it felt like I was looking at an overgrown cat in reptile form.

Well, that's what I'm here for, to save the world from suckage.

Friendship is like that - bad things happen, and they're usually at the worst time. A real friend shows up.

If you do what you've always done, you get what you've always gotten. If you want something different, then make something different.

He was foolish enough to fall completely in love with someone who didn't think he had a heart.

The future is always bright; it isn't until you get there that you realize it isn't.

Just because he's not like that doesn't mean he doesn't care.

You're like, a kick ass ninja of niceness.

She's a bitch. Fake people deserve to be treated like they're made of tin-or plastic. I recycle, it's OK. Besides, you know how I feel about robots.

So, are you guys a thing? Have you seen his thing?

Being normal is overrated. Normal gets you what - the dolt husband with the 2.5 kids and the house with the dog? You seriously want that? I mean, one of those kids is going to be really funny looking, by the way, all cut in half like that. Who wants half a kid?

What'd you think would happen when you died? That the prophecy would just be over and we'd all be like, oops, guess we got that one wrong?

What is that?"..."Why do you smell like that?"...

"Smell like what?"
"You smell delicious."..."You smell like food. Why do you smell like food?

You're lost, broken, and completely fucked up. You're not like me, but you want to be. The difference between us is that I still have hope and you lost yours a long time ago.

I can't bullshit you. In all this time, you're the only person I can't fool. It's like you're bullshit-proof.

His shirt is covered in my sorrow and stained with my tears.

I can't speak. I have no voice. I just stare at his dark blue yes. It feels as though I let the lifeboat sail away. I'm drowning in a sea of pain. He reached out, but I can't take his hand.

Everything I touch dies in my hand and the same thing's happening to you. You were vibrant when I met you, and now I've blanched the color from your cheeks and caused you nothing but pain.

You think you can run through every option, good or bad, and determine which path to take. Sometimes, no matter how much you consider something, you still can't see the bad coming. Sometimes the only way through the fire is directly through the center - we can't skirt it, and that's not our fault.

The best decisions are the ones you can feel. They have no explanation - you just know.

Everyone steps in shit. They keep walking and it comes off.

I mean, what if you don't get over him? What if you just learn how to get on without him? People who've been in love have that haunted look in their eyes. It's like a piece of them is unattainable, forever held back and protected at all cost.

You know that's why mermaids swim around topless all the time, right? It's because their boobs are too big and all bras are C shells.

There were many ways to lie without saying something that wasn't true. I was learning that the hard way.

You said cray cray."
"I'd say anything for you.

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There was no way to have a civilized conversation with that guy. It's like he was raised by giraffes or something.

When I met Millie, she was a hugger. She hugged over everything. I didn't. We came to an agreement that hugs are reserved for prolonged partings and death. That's it. At least, I thought that was our agreement. It seems like she's figured out how to steal hugs more frequently. Millie's turned into a hit and run hugger.

Her head titled to the side and her eyebrows crept up her face. It was her uh-durrr face, she was just too kind to actually say it to me.

I pull away and all the magical qualities of his touch fade. It's the worst feeling in the world.

When Peter lets go, he looks down at my arm. The scratches aren't deep. "Did it bite you?" I shake my head and wipe the tears away. Peter is trying so hard not to smile. "What happened? Were you guys fighting over a stall?

Go fuck a cactus, classless cunt.

You don't know him the way I do. He's not like that. A broken heart manifests differently in different people. Don't pretend to know how he feels or what he thinks.

What do I do now?
I didn't think my heart could break any more than it already has.
The pieces still inside of me feel like broken glass.
Every time I take a breath, they stab into me.
It never ends ...

Sometimes it's better to hold onto what you have, rather than risk what might be.

Room. "Glad to see you're awake," he said. "I was starting to think it was foolish to try and heal you without using blood - with wounds like that, anyway - but you proved me wrong." Will sat at a small table across from her. His silhouette was outlined by a roaring fire. The

Oh, I know. He cares about controlling you, using you, and what else am I forgetting? Oh yeah, claiming you. You're an object to him, something to be won.

Can he tell that I'm fucked up? Can he tell that I've been torn to pieces and put back together again?

I'm not sure that it's something that can be fixed. There are things like that, ya know? they can get you and you can't be who you were before. It doesn't matter if it's fixed or not.

I've run out of options. Stay with the lying psycho or work for the other lying psycho.

What kind of married couple uses a pole on their wedding night?

I had severe control freak tendencies, and when I had no control - I freaked out.

Money's like poison, Anna. Too much of it kills anything that's worth having. Too much dough makes you paranoid, always wondering who―if anybody―loves you, and who's just trying to get a piece of you. Truth be told, no one loved your Ma, not even Granny.

Give it a few years and you'll see. The difference between us is wire-thin and time is the enemy. His wife died and he blamed himself, he always has, no matter what the papers say. I suffered heartache that was caused by my own hand as well. The aftermath wasn't as gruesome, but the soul can't tell. It just knows she's gone and it's my fault. My heart dies within me, day-by-day, beat-by-beat. I hide it with a smile and wiseass comments, but my pain and suffering is mine and nothing will free me from it. I'm in a cage and there is no key. Sean's been imprisoned for too long. Nothing will set him free. No - not even you.

You can't jump in the box, you lunatic.
"I'm so playing with the box."
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"Kids never want the toy, only the box

Honesty is what makes a person. At the end of his life it's one of the things people remember. Your legacy isn't left by fame or fortune. It's left by the footprints of compassion and honesty.

You can. Trust me, baby. I'll take care of you. Let go, let everything else fade away. As Sean speaks, his voice becomes deeper and more unguarded.

I wanted to hate you, but I just couldn't.

At the same time, the idea of losing myself in him - of completely giving myself over to him - scares me. Fear holds me back.

I'll never leave if you keep feeding me bacon every day, Peter says to Aunt Beth.

Fear is like love. It has the same depths, the same intensity. Sean

It's a one of a kind, camel-toe couch. For when yoga pants aren't enough.

Sometimes things don't work out and the reason has nothing to do with you, or how good you are.

You're not alone, unless you choose to be." As she left my room, she said over her shoulder, "It's time to stop running.

No. I sliced my own shirt for fun. Everyone's going to be dressing like this tomorrow.

Avery: Yeah right, very funny, when are you going to shoot me and dump my body at captree? This is Getting old.

Brie's expiration date on revenge was never.

I love him with every ounce of my being, and I know that I always will.

That man has some seriously oversized ovaries. Can you say PMS? He barked at anyone and everyone before shoving his way outside.

I just wished they'd see Mari, their daughter. I wished they saw how much I liked art and how much I didn't want to dedicate my life to something I wasn't passionate about.

My mom thinks I'm the heroine in every book I write ... so I'm a demon possessed, call girl, vampire killing, elfin college student who likes to have sex in elevators.
Story of my life ...

I lost you, but you're sitting right next to me!

I can be anything and everything else for you, but I can't be the one who makes you fall.

I just don't want to have more people to lose. It sounds mental, but I'd rather be alone than be devastated when things don't work out and he leaves. Or something horrible happens and I lose him entirely.

You are who you are. Deal with it.

Everyone has a secret. Some people will do anything to protect it.

Love doesn't come along too often. Believe me, I know. When it does, only the foolish let it fade. Even if it is him.

Okay, this conversation just crossed into Uncomfortable Land.

Most girls want the right guy. They aren't looking for a one-time thing.

Most couples get married because it's time, not because they're in love. They might have money issues, parental pressure, or they're simply tired of being alone - so they pick Mr. Good Enough and tie the knot.