J.A. Redmerski Quotes

Because this is our life. We met on the road; we grew to know and to love each other on the road. It's where we were meant to be for however long, and it's what we're going to do until it becomes clear that we're meant to do something else.

When we pull away, he rests his hand on my thigh pressed next to his and we ride like that for a long time; the only time he moves his hand is to take better control of a sharp curve or to adjust the music, but he always puts it right back.
And I always want him to.

What I want is to be with you. That's what I want. It's all I've ever wanted.

It's like irresistible poison: I'm mesmerized by the way it's making me feel though it has the potential to crush my soul and I drink it down anyway.

I know you lost your partner in crime, but ... I want YOU to be MINE. Maybe WE should travel the world together, Camryn ... I know I can't replace your ex
"
"Andrew ... it was always you.

I mean it wasn't an empty hole, there was al­ways some­thing in it, but it was never right. It never fit. I went to col­lege for a short time, until I sat back one day and said to my­self: An­drew, what the fuck are you doing here? And it clicked in my head that I wasn't there be­cause it's what I wanted, I was there be­cause it's what peo­ple ex­pected, even peo­ple I don't know, so­ci­ety. It's what peo­ple do.

We can't control death. There's nothing either of us can do to avoid it or to hold it off. All we can control is how we live our lives before it comes for us.

Our story is over, yes, but our journey isn't, because we'll always live on the edge until the day we die.

I know what you must be thinking: What a bitch. And you'll get no argument from me on that one. I was pretty messed up back then. I loved Elias with all my head, and that scared the hell out of me.
But I should get something out of the way before I dive into the excuses of why I was the way I was. I'm sure Elias sugarcoated me with his bias and all, but if this story is going to be told, then it needs to be told in its truth and entirety, without Band-Aids and training wheels.
I was fucked up.

She sticks her tongue out at me and crosses her eyes. Not sure why that made me want to do her in the backseat, but to each his own, I guess.

If you were to let me fuck you, you would have to let me own you.

I left Mexico as Sarai, and came back as Izabel. And once I have what I came here to get, I will kill them all.

I really would like to know how you managed to snag that one," she adds, watching Isaac approach us from the parking lot. "Does he have a brother? Seriously
I'll take his second cousin.

I believe that no matter what happens, or where we go, or if there's an afterlife, that we'll always be connected. Not even death can make me forget you, or forget that I love you.

Killing is the easy part. Getting to that point without getting yourself killed in the process is the hard part.

Love always comes first.

Laugh, I Nearly Died," Andrew answers. "You've probably never heard that one before.

It's like the Earth becomes completely silent and still, and all that your mind can understand or feel is the vastness of the Universe and you gasp about your place within it.

I checkt her butt out because I'd be an idiot, or gay, not to.

You should never let your target know your weaknesses, because the smart ones will know how to use them against you.

It's my future and my life and I can't make myself live the way someone else wants me to.

No ... Andrew,' I step away from him, crossing my arms, 'you can't make me sing in front of people. That's just cruel.'
'To you or the audience?'
He grins.
I stomp on his foot.

I guess when you just don't care it kind of makes fear your bitch.

I'm not just sleeping with an assassin. I've grown very attached to one.

My beautiful swan. My savior and my undoing.

I go to the window of my top floor hotel room and gaze out, not at the glittering city, but at the stars fully awake in the early morning sky. And I see her, Izabel, Sarai, in every single one of them. And this is how I know, that because of her, because I see her in everything, I am not only a monster, but a man.

I'm not sure what it is that I want, but I feel it deep in the pit of my stomach. It's there sitting dormant. I'll know it when I see it.

I look at those hands. I look at them, long and hard and symbolically, because in my heart I know they're the hands that will end my life before this night is over.

...love is the only force in the world that can blind a person to even the most obvious truths.

I turn toward the window beside me because unlike Victor, I have absolutely no control over the smile on my face, and I can't risk letting him see it. ~~~~

She and I went to school with Shay Mitchell and Hayden Panettiere, Megan Fox was prom queen, Chris Hemsworth was prom king."
I make a clicking noise with my tongue.
"And there was Natalie's worst enemy, a cheerleader who tried to steal Damon away from her in tenth grade; Natalie said she was the slutty version of Nina Dobrev - none of these people really looked like them, not really anyway. Natalie is just ... odd

If it makes you feel better, you can tell me to screw off if you want to refuse anything, but I hope you won't because I really want to show you how to live. - Andrew Parrish

If your dad doesn't make it," I begin and his expression falls, "let yourself cry, OK? One of the worst feelings in the world is being unable to cry and eventually it ... starts to make things darker.

I think when you fall in love, like true love, it's love for life. All the rest is just experiences and delusions.

Face. Palm. Moment.

When I could hold my eyes open long enough, I did stare up at the rain pelting down on me. I've never looked at it like that, straight up into the sky, and while I flinched more than I could actually see, when I could see it was absolutely beautiful. Like each drop rocketing towards me was separate from the thousands of others and for a suspended moment in time, I could glimpse it and see its delicate facets. I saw the gray clouds churning above me and felt the car shake when the wind from the traffic pushed against it. I shivered even though it's warm enough to swim. But nothing I saw or felt or heard was as warm and fascinating as Andrew's closeness.

Is the alcohol really just making me stupid, or it bringing out something inside of me that I don't want to believe is there

I have to live and make my own choices, my own mistakes. You have to let me be me, even if i suck at it sometimes. - Adria

I'm so hard right now my dick can cut diamonds.
- Andrew Parrish

I want to be your Eurydice, if you'll let me.

I don't know myself. I don't know what I want or how I feel or how I should feeland I don't think I ever really have.

Are you in love with me, Camryn Bennett?"
... "Not yet," I say with a smile in my voice, "but I'm getting there.

Do what I could not do: stop loving me; put me out of your mind; go on with your life and live in happiness and peace without me.
Do what I could not do…

I am discipline. Sarai is rage.

If neither of us ever speaks again, I can live with that as long as we stay just like this.

I love you so much, Bray. So fucking much! Sobs rattled my chest briefly until I managed to calm myself.
Bray finally gave in and lunged forward, wrapping her arms around me. I scooped her up into them, squeezing the life out of her and into me. We shared that life. We always had. And from this day forth, we both knew that we always would.
Even if it killed us.

As you are becoming stronger, Izabel, I am becoming weaker. I have stepped so far out of the only life I have ever known, that I do not know myself anymore.

You're the world to me," I whisper onto
her lips. "I hope you never forget that."
"I'll never forget," she whispers back.. "But if I ever do, for
whatever reason, I hope you'll always find a way to remind me."
... "Always.

You know damn well that it doesn't really matter what's going on in your life, who you just lost, how much you hate the world, or how inappropriate it is to have an attraction to someone before the mending phase has reached the acceptable zone. You're still human and the moment you see someone attractive, you can't help but make a note of it. It's human nature.

He never leaves my side. And I know he never will.

Because a storm is coming and I need to be prepared before it gets here.

I wonder if the ocean smells different on the other side of the world.

I just became Camryn Parrish.

Oh, you are the cutest thing I've ever seen," her voice rises a little higher the more excited she gets. Then she looks up straight at Camryn and says with a serious face, "Oh my God, I want one.

- and since nothing lasts forever, in the end everything that once was good, always hurts like hell.

I guess by default we're all the ones shaking our heads at the stupidity of others until we're forced into traumatic experiences ourselves.

A woman who knows what she wants sexually, and isn't afraid to express it is so fucking hot, Camryn- Tell. Me. What. You. Want. Or, I won't give it to you.

That treacherous little black heart that sits behind my ribs, as always when I think of her, begins to beat to a slow and ominous rhythm, betraying me so cruelly that I wish I could rip it from my chest and be free of it forever.

It's the people y'gotta watch out for. You never know who y'might meet, or what Ol' Man Fate has in store for yah.

Well," Harry said with a grin, "a guy knows when another guy is interested in a girl and you could've puked in Isaac's lap and he would still have a thing for you.

For anyone who has ever had a moment of weakness. It won't be painful forever, so don't let it get the best of you.

You were the missing piece of my soul, the breath in my lungs, and the blood in my veins.

I promise to love you forever in this life and wherever we go in the afterlife, because I know I can't go on in any life unless you're in it too.

Oh, I should probably set a few ground rules before we do this."
"Oh?" I turn at the waist and look at him curiously. "What kind of ground rules?"
He smiles.
"Well, number one: my car, my stereo; I'm sure I don't need to elaborate on that.

The pain of being near her and knowing that I can't give in to my feelings for her, is the worst kind of pain I've ever felt.

I could die in this bed with him right now, wrapped in his arms and I would never know that I had died.

I run behind her, letting her stay a few steps ahead of me so if she happens to fall I'll be there to laugh at her first and then help her up afterwards.

We're all different. We all have our own quirks and flaws and dark secrets. All of us are fucked up on some level, whether or not we want to admit it to ourselves. And I like to believe that not every problem or issue that we deal with in our daily lives must be labelled with a fancy title.

But how can two people who are undeniably more than just attracted to one another not give in? We've been on the road together for almost two weeks. We've shared intimate secrets and we've been intimate in some ways. We've slept next to each other and touched one another, yet still here we are, standing on opposite sides of a thick glass wall. We reach up and touch our fingers to the glass, we look into each others eyes and we know what we want but the glass won't fucking budge. This is either inviolable discipline or pure, unadulterated self-torture.

Maybe you should get rid of me," I whisper onto his lips.
"Never," he says, kissing me once softly. "You're mine for as long as you breathe.

Things always change when someone you love dies. You just can't prepare yourself for those changes no matter what you do in advance.
The only thing that's a certainty in always wondering who's going to be next.

It's not only about sadness. In truth, sadness really has little to do with it. Depression is pain in its purest form and I would do anything to be able to feel an emotion again. Any emotion at all. Pain hurts, but pain that's so powerful that you can't feel anything anymore, that's when you start to feel like you're going crazy.

Well, everybody needs help feeling alive again every once in a while." "No," she says seriously, and my gaze falls back on hers, "I didn't say again, Andrew; for making me feel alive for the first time.

Live in the moment, where everything is just right, take your time and limit your bad memories and you'll get wherever it is you're going a lot faster and with less bumps in the way.

I want to do everything with you

I love the smell of Waffle House; it's the smell of freedom, being on the open road and knowing that ninety percent of the people eating around you are also on that road. Truck driver's, road-trippers, hangovers
those who don't live that monotonous life of society slavery.

Coincidence is just the conformist term for fate.

Time is cruel like life. It slows down so that you can truly experience the worst moments of it. Only if you make it through them do you get to say 'It all happened so fast.

Don't, he says and then places his free hand underneath mine.

All I want to do is pull her against me and hold her until we both die.

Because love is the greatest scam of all time. And because as much as I fucking love you, I hate you for inflicting it upon me!

I think if past lives are real then we have been lovers in every single one of them

He's gawking at me when I open the door.
"Damn girl," he says, looking me over, "what the hell are you trying to do to me?"
I look down at myself, still trying to wake up the rest of the way and realize I'm in those tiny cotton white shorts and varsity tee with no bra on underneath. Oh my God, my nipples are like beacons shining through my shirt! I cross my arms over my chest and try not to look at him i the eyes when he helps himself the rest of the way inside.
"I was going to tell you to get dressed," he goes on, grinning as he walks into the room carrying his bags and the guitar, "but really, you can go just like that if you want."
I shake my head, hiding the smile creeping up on my face.

I say that I'm not into you like that, Camryn, because..," he pauses, searching my face, looking at my lips for a moment as if deciding whether or not he should kiss them again, " ... because you're not the girl I could only sleep with once.

I'm definitely not some kind of reformed badass created by my extraordinary experiences, either. Just ask the spider that crawled on me the other night while I was reading a book in bed. Mrs. Gregory about had a heart attack I screamed so loud.

What's Psycho Bitch Barbie doing here?" Nora

Fuck what everybody else thinks. You're living for you, not them.

Jealousy and envy are cheap suits made of flashy colors," I said. "No one wears them well, and everyone sees you when you are coming.

The open road is gone. The spontaneous stops and sometimes not knowing where we are but not giving a damn, is gone.

What you wear doesn't really matter much. All that matters is where you're going what you're doing while you're wearing it.

I guess sometimes the greatest memories are made in the most unlikely of places, further proof that spontaneity is more rewarding than a meticulously planned life.

One more thing: don't feel bad for not telling me that you loved me. You didn't need to say it. I knew all along that you did.

The moment you see someone attractive, you can't help but make note of it. It's human nature.

She got pissed when I accused her of having Bieber Fever (it pisses me off that I even know what the fuck that means - I blame that on society)

I don't listen to Justin Bieber or that crazy meat-wearin' bitch, so I guess you'll just have to do without.

Two people unable to cry finally cry together and in the world ended today, we would be fulfilled.

But the heart has a mind of its own and it always gets what it wants, especially when it's dying.

So often I sit around and think about life and wonder about every possible aspect of it. I wonder what the hell I'm doing here.

Andrew..,' I shake my head, tears rolling my cheeks, ' ... it was always you, I whisper harshly. 'Even with Ian, I felt something was missing. I told you, that night in the field; I told you that ... ,' My voice trails. I smile and say, 'you are my partner in crime. I've known that for a long time.

Just because one person's problem is less traumatic than another's doesn't mean they're required to hurt less