Jasinda Wilder Quotes

Yes, I know, I'm complicated - sorry, not sorry.

You need to let yourself feel. Feel it, own it. Then move on

You don't ever really let go, though. You don't stop. You don't stop hurting, you don't stop loving. It doesn't go away, you just keep living and eventually shit gets pushed into the background of your life so it's not consuming you every day. And then one day you know you're okay. It still hurts, you still miss that person. And yeah, you forget the details. The way she smelled, the way her mouth tasted, how her skin felt, the sound of her voice. It's almost like a different life, a different person that loved her, was with her. But on a day-to-day level, you know you're okay. Sort of.

Touching his cock was like eating chips; I couldn't stop after just one.

I can tell you what I see. I can tell you what I know about you. I can tell you how I feel. I can't show you what you really are. But arguing with you won't accomplish anything. I think we've both had our share of people trying to fix us. It doesn't work. We can only fix ourselves. Let ourselves heal.

Kyrie ... I need to feel you. Need to kiss your skin. I have to taste your beauty.

I was a blank canvas, no thoughts, no emotions, no needs or desires, just a square of white floating through a loud, chaotic world, and life would paint me with color and substance, smear and spread and colorize me.

I'll let you go. But remember that you belong to me. and I will collecting you.
You are MINE!

You are so beautiful. Do you know that?"
"I know that men think – "
"Man. One man. Me. I'm all that matters. No one else can have you. You're mine.

I felt my heart swell and crack. Of course he was the most ruggedly, powerful beautiful man I'd ever seen. Of course he would be. Of course he would stare at me with eyes so understanding and expressive and intelligent that I couldn't and wouldn't dare look away.

Messy hair, uncombed, gel-free, un-styled and perfectly imperfect.

I'm barely holding onto my restraint right now, so if you want our first time together to have anything like romance to it, then just shut it. All right, love?

Here's the deal, though. Real men watch girly shit with their wives, and they don't bitch about it. Because you know what? When you're done watching that girly shit, your woman is happy. And what do happy women do? They take you to bed and bang your brains out.

I'm in battle mode. Shut down. Hard. I'm not Hunter anymore. I'm Lance Corporal Lee, USMC. Semper Fi, bitches.

There's no magical healing in this. I won't wake up tomorrow fixed and joyful. I'll still hurt and grieve. But moments like this, with Colton? They make it all bearable. He doesn't fix me, doesn't heal me. He just makes life worthwhile. He helps me remember to breathe, shows me how to smile again. He kisses me, and I can forget pain, forget the urges I still have to cut for the pain that erases the emotions.

I wanted nothing more than to climb into the box with him and quit breathing, find him in whatever came after life.

What can I say? I've never met a cupcake I didn't want to get to know better.

Reagan…god. Why is this so hard? He lifts his head, his eyes roaming, searching, wavering. He swallows and sighs, tries again. "I've never loved anyone before, Reagan. I don't know how."
"You're doing just fine so far," I tell him.

I hold her. I don't tell her it's okay.
"Be mad," I say. "Be hurt. Be broken. Cry.

My motivation in life was to be a good enough man for her, worthy of her awesomeness.

I cry, because I know what I felt from him, even if I cannot and dare not allow it be named.

The songs we sing to each other are statements. An ongoing discussion in music notes.

You exude this effortless sensuality, but it's - I don't know, it's not sexual, somehow. Like, it should be, considering what you do, but it's not. It's sensual, this weird mix of innocence and raw beauty.

Sometimes, all you can do is push through. Make mistakes and accept them.

I should have seen it coming." The words don't surprise me, but they piss me off. I pull away and glare down at her. "Don't you fucking dare, Nell Hawthorne. Don't you dare put this on yourself. You should never have to see shit like this coming." She backs away, stunned and afraid by the intensity I know is radiating off me. "Colton, I just meant he's always shown - " "Stop. Just stop right there. Granted, you should've never gotten involved with a douchetard like him, but that's no excuse for what he did.

The elevator dinged again, letting them off on their floor. As they exited, Chase still pressed against Jamie's front, they heard the man on the elevator mumble, Damn kids. Smells like sex in here.

Can you carry me to bed? Can you last long enough to make me come? Those are the important things. Get me to bed, get me off. If you can manage those things, I'll be impressed.

We can't protect her from life, Nell. You know that. She's going to get hurt someday. All we can do is love her, and be there when it happens.

I need your kisses to make the memories disappear.

This book is for anyone who has ever lost a loved one, for anyone who has woken up crying and gone to bed the same way, for anyone who has had to learn that it's okay to not be okay. Surviving isn't strength, it's continuing to breathe one day at a time; strength is learning to live despite the pain.

I'm already losing myself in him, losing track of who I was and who I am and where that stops and he begins.

God ... Becca." His voice was thick, low, rough. "How am I supposed to be able to breathe when you're so beautiful?

That's me
The silent girl
The stutterer
The prisoner
The smart girl
The valedictorian scribbling maledictions to no one

I'll support whatever you decide. I'll
help you any way I can. What's mine is
yours, okay? If you need something, I'll make sure you have it, however I have to get it.
Jason Dorsey

I could write a song and her name would be the music. I could string, strum a guitar, and her body would be the melody.

His presence was somehow a balm on the open wound of my heart.

But when you feel that kind of all-consuming need for someone, a person you'd do fucking anything for, no matter what? They're in your fucking skin, in your soul, like the essence of who they are is imprinted on you so completely that the very air you breathe and each molecule of who you are is tangled together. That's love.

You know I've put on, like, fifteen pounds of muscle since I met you? Because you get me worked up and then I can't get off on my own because if feels wrong, and I need to let it out, so I work out. You turn me on, just breathing.

If you've never been caught up in the cycle of violence, you can't understand it. Even if you know you deserve better, even if you know you should just leave, it just isn't that easy.

It's simple, Grey. I'm a spoiled brat. I've always gotten what I want. Always. And I want you all to myself. I don't want you working there anymore, and I knew you'd fight me on it, so I took the fight away from you. I don't care how much it costs, I have to have you all to myself.

You are not merely finding a physical release, you are coming into a new realm, coming into heaven, coming into him, becoming him.

In person ... he's beyond perfection. I can't look away from him, but his beauty burns me, like staring into the sun. And now he's in my club, and he's staring at me expectantly, and I can't move. His eyes are quicksilver, a changeable hazel. He's too beautiful for words, and I'm not sure what to do. My body won't work.

Forgetting is the mind's way of helping you heal. Helping you move on.

A friend is like a good bra: hard to find, comfortable, supportive, always lifts you up, makes you look better, never lets you down or leaves you hanging, and always close to your heart.

Things always seem impossible when you're on the wrong side of fear.

Accept the guilt, acknowledge your fault. Then, live. Learn from it, and keep going. You don't forget, you don't block it or bury it. You just ... live. Don't let guilt define you.

You're not broken. You're hurting

I want you to let yourself be broken. Let yourself hurt.

I'll dream for you, I'll breathe for you, I'll question God for you, I'll shake my fists and scream and cry for you. This song is for you, It's all I've got. It doesn't give you a name. It doesn't give you a face. But it's all I've got to give. All my love is in these words I sing, In each haunted note

Let me go!" she growls. "No." "Let me fucking go, Colton." Her voice is tiny, scared, vulnerable, and vehement. "You let go." "Why?" A hitch in her voice. "Because holding on to it is killing you.

It was, possibly, the most potent orgasm I'd ever felt, made dirty and scandalous and all the more intense for taking place at a restaurant table in full view of the owner who was listing the dishes and waxing eloquent on the food he was going to bring out next.

I was wifing on him so hard my ovaries were wondering if it was baby time. I

There is so much. I had no fucking clue I could feel this way, this much. It's like some deep well opened up inside me, and now all the love in all the world is being poured through me into her.

But I think you're beautiful. You're lovely." I shifted uncomfortably under the intense scrutiny and prickling heat in his eyes. "Thanks?" He thinks I'm ... lovely? The idea that Kyle thought I was not just hot, but lovely, sent pangs of something like fear through me, an intense pressure in my heart.

I'm thoroughly addicted to you, Becca. If I don't get a regular fix of your body, I might go into withdrawal."
"That's a very serious condition. Maybe we should wean you off that addiction."
"Oh, no. I'm happily addicted. I don't have many vices, you know. I don't really drink, don't smoke, I'm not into partying or anything like that. But you? I'm very much into you. I wouldn't give you up for anything."
"Well, in that case, we'd better make sure you get your fix, Mr. Dorsey. I wouldn't want you to go into withdrawal."
"No, we wouldn't want that. it'd be bad."
"What are the symptoms of withdrawal, just so I know what to look for?"
"Well, I tend to get cranky, that's the firs thing. I get really horny, and it's hard for me to concentrate."
"I see. And what's the best method of giving you a fix?"
"I'm not particular."
"So if you touched me, right here in this parking lot, that would help you?

What – what if she never wakes up, Eden?" His voice was a ragged whisper. "What do I do?"
"I don't – I don't know."
"I – she's my wife. I love her. I don't know how to – I don't know what to do. I miss her. I need her.

I'm not just falling in love with you, Nell. I'm falling into you. You're an ocean, and I'm falling in, drowning in the depths of who you are. Like you said, it's scary in a way, but it's also the most amazing thing I've ever experienced. You are the most amazing thing I've ever experienced.

Promise me you'll love me forever. No matter what" "I can't promise you forever, Back. I can't promise you forever, because that's not long enough

I don't have any need to breathe. You are my breath.

You bite your lip, and I want to take that lip into my mouth and suck on it like popsicle. I want to lick your lips and bite them and kiss you until you're fucking lost and gasping and puddled on the floor. Well ... shit. I want that.

I bought this place for a pittance, because it was a dump. Rejected, abandoned, unwanted. Like me. I fixed it up. Made it mine.

You're allowed to feel whatever you want. - Jason Dorsey

Words can lie. Words can deceive and delude and conceal and avoid. But the things you do, how you move, how you touch, those things cannot lie.

Fermented grief is far more potent

I'll take care of her. Now and always

Get mad. Be hurt. Be broken. Cry.

He's brought me breakfast. In bed. And
he's done it shirtless. Women of America, be jealous.

You saved me, you know. Life had me running. Had me by the throat, and I really was falling under, losing hope. And then I met you, and you gave me a reason to keep my head above water. You taught me to swim. You taught me to life. And instead of giving up, I fell in love. I fell under your spell, Kylie, and ever single day since, I've fallen further and further under for you.

Space and time and boundaries between identities fade away, until all that exists for those brief, endless seconds, is you, one melded person, one self. You. One you, from two fragments of I.

What do you want?" I was trying so hard to stay calm, and failing miserably. Rrrrrrip. I felt cool air on my navel. "To make you come" - rrrripppp - "harder than you ever have in your life.

His lithe and lethal grace is hypnotic, too, in the way he moves like a leopard in the African grass, even if it's just striding down a sidewalk. I got sucked into all this, but I can't afford to let it ...

You can't hold it in forever," Colton said, apropos of nothing. "Yes, I can." I had to. "You'll go crazy. It'll come out, one way or another." "Better crazy than broken." I wasn't sure where that came from, hadn't thought it or meant to say it. "You're not broken. You're hurting.

I wasn't always in love with Colton Calloway; I was in love with his younger brother, Kyle, first. Kyle was my first one true love, my first in every way.

I want to kiss you whenever I feel like it. I want to tell you when you're being ridiculous. I want to make love to you. I want to fuck you. I want to hold you. I want to be yours.

Because if feels so much like falling
Into love
Into you and me
Being in love is scary
So much like falling
A frightening descent into
Beautiful madness
Yes, you and we
We're
Falling into Us
And I don't dare stop the fall
Because I need it far too much

I'm a lot of things, Tinkerbell. Sweet ain't one of them.

Don't tell Becca I said that. You guys are equally hot, I was just - I couldn't help

I'm a thirty-six-year-old man, and I almost came in my pants.

Everybody knows girls like the bad boys, and I'm thoroughly bad.

Empty Sex is like Pringles: You can eat million of them, but they never really fill you up. If you want to be truly satisfied, you have to eat real food.

It wasn't supposed to. It was just supposed to stop you from hurting yourself." "It helps - " "No it doesn't. It just pushes it away temporarily. Just like the booze." "But I need - " "You need to let yourself feel. Feel it, own it. Then move on." "You make it sound so easy." Bitterness drips from each syllable. "It's not. It's the fucking hardest thing a person can do." I smooth a damp strand out of her face and away from my mouth. "It's the hardest fucking thing. It's why we drink and do drugs and fight. It's why I play music and build engines.

I can't promise you forever, because that's not long enough. - Jason Dorsey

Expect to be woken up bright and early, then."
"Oh, goody. Cock-a-doodle-doo.

I just thought maybe if we wrote letters, we could talk about whatever we wanted.

If you want to love him, you have to wash away the past. Only you can do this, my dear. You must go away, to the sea, perhaps. And you must bathe away all the fears and all the hurts given you by your history.

I need you to love me. I need you to tell me it's going to be okay. Lie to me if you have to, and tell me everything will be okay. I'm lost, Cade. And you're the only north I have.

I'm not a fucking dog, so don't 'good girl' me.

I'm funny all the time. You just never knew until now.

The only way past the pain is through it.
You can't escape it.
You can't ignore it.
Pain, grief, anger, misery ... they don't go away-
they just increase and compound and get worse.
You have to live through them,acknowledge them.
You have to give your pain
its due.

Sometimes life just makes you grow up. You can't fight it, son. You just have to wipe your eyes and keep puttin' one foot in front of the other and do what you gotta do.

Hot heart-blood leaked from my face. From my eyes and my nose and my mouth. Not tears, because those would never stop. This was just liquid heartbreak seeping from my pores.

Chase tugged my hips flush against his, and I felt a hard length between us. It was only a bulge against the leather of his pants, but it was enough to get me wetter than a rainforest between my legs.

Holy fucking Jesus toast, Kyrie.

She didn't believe it, and Jack somehow knew it. Every guy she'd ever been with had treated her the same as Ben. It was how men were. But Jack was different.

When you've spent your entire life feeling different, feeling like you're not enough, not good enough, not skinny enough, not pretty enough, it can be really difficult to accept that someone thinks differently, even if it's a good thing

I know all too well how painful it is to be constantly aroused, Kyrie. I've been hard for you since the moment I woke up. Since the moment I met you, honestly. I'm always hard for you, Kyrie. I ache for you every moment of every day. I wake up at night, having dreamed of burying my cock inside you, and when I wake up I'm mere moments for coming all over myself like a horny teenager. I am desperate to be inside you, Kyrie. This torture is for both of us.

If I amount to anything it'll be as part of a band. That's it. I'll be playing dive bars and shitty clubs, and I'll get high in the alleys and do lines in the bathrooms, and eventually I'll OD and that'll be that." I glance ad her. "Is that the life you want?

Use the muscle in your skull, and then the one in your pants. Impress me with your vocabulary, and then your sexual attentiveness.

What do you need, baby? Tell me, so I can give it to you.

If I HAVE to choose between a love and breath ,i will take my last breath to say I LOVE YOU