Jeri Smith-Ready Quotes

Instead I crawled next to him, snuggling close. "Zach, wake up."
"Can't. Sleeping."
I pressed my mouth to his in a full, deep kiss.
"Second thought, not sleeping.

Ignorance is the world's most curable affliction.

I don't need to see you to know that you're beautiful.

It's beautiful. Not a lie. But tornados were beautiful too.

I sat forward and picked up a piece of the jet engine. I think we get the world we deserve. People who love get love back, and people who hate, or fear, they get those back too.

It's not easy being the Chosen One. Just ask Buffy Summers. Ask Harry Potter. And ask Zoey Redbird, the latest in this list of "lucky" candidates picked by fate to save the world from darkness- and oh yeah, find romance, keep their friends and maybe not flunk every class. In their spare time of course.

Logan began to sing, a lilting tune I didn't recognize. At first I wondered if we'd seen the band in concert together or had listened to it on one of our first dates.
Then he reached the chorus, and the words were us.
All my insecurities, all his excesses, all the ways we fought and pushed and pulled. And how it all didn't matter. Those things that tore us apart were no match for forever.
...
I'd been so wrong about us. If he'd lived, we would've been happy. Not every day, but over the span of time that made up forever.
But he hadn't lived.
...
We had lost forever.

What the fuck do you want?" After a pause, he said in a firm voice, "This is Dylan Keeley, the guy who would've killed to trade places with you until five minutes ago." He met my eyes. "She doesn't want to talk to you. Now why don't you go back to screwing your prom queen and let me do the same.

For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.

But in the depth of Zachary's weary, determined eyes, I saw more than a desperate longing. I saw a future.

The phone in my hand buzzed. Logan had just texted I Love You - so cute how he never abbreviated it.

You can give your life meaning.' She stroked my forehead from the center to the temples, with just her fingertips. 'We all can.

My heart pounded when its counterpart thumped beneath his skin. "How?"
"I don't care," he said, and kissed me.

The future is as far from perfect and as full of errors as this baseball game, but at this moment, it's all mine.
And I guess that's something

I open my eyes. Yech, boyfriend thoughts, the kind I haven't had since I was a teenager. It's one thing to imagine Shane naked and slathered in olive oil, but another animal entirely to picture us cuddling.

I'll never forget you. I'll never forget your voice or your face or your dumb jokes. And i'll never forget your love.

Do you always introduce yourself by insulting people?

I hate when people act like music is nothing but wild creativity," Logan said. "That's bullshit. It's also about counting and measuring and calibrating. If you do it right." He passed his hand over my MP3 player sitting on the bed between us. It was playing Mozart to help my concentration. "And if you do it really right, no one can tell how hard it is for you. You can let them believe it's magic, because that means you must be magic. You're worth worshipping.

Son, hiding the truth is just the coward's way to lie.

He leaned in. "Kiss me, one last time."
I called up a distant memory of his lips against mine. But this time, I kept my eyes open.
When he pulled back, Logan passed his hand over my hair. "Don't forget me, okay?

So if he'd been a plumber, ___ _____ would've been about toilets?
Left blank to avoid spoilers but this is just too funny

Logan followed my gaze. "I wonder if there'll be stars where I'm going."
"If there aren't now, there will be once you show up.

You can't help what you feel."
"I can try harder to feel something different.

Run was a song about grasping for happiness just out of reach, about endless, temporary good-byes. A song only a ghost should sing.

That reminds me." I dug into my book bag and pulled out a white cardboard box tied with a string. "I brought these back for you."
He looked at the box, then at me, before slowly reaching out. "What are they?"
"Poisonous snakes. Open it."
Zachary untied the string. "They seem like very quiet snakes."
"They're stealthy. Or maybe dead.

Wherever you are," I whispered, "I hope you're smiling.

The truth isn't always beautiful, and it's almost never kind. The truth just is.

Where's your kilt?"
"How about this," he said in a low voice. "You don't ask me about haggis and bagpipes, and I won't ask you about garlic and Goodfellas.

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I wish I could believe in Druids' otherworld, where other people go when they die here, where they can live another life."
"And then come back to this world when they die there, over and over again. It does sound comforting"
"Except for one thing" Zachary's finger wound in my hair. "This is the only life I ever want.

Honestly?" Logan shrugged. "I didn't know it could kill me. If I'd ever heard that, I forgot it a long time ago. But I knew it was dangerous."
"Then why take the risk?" Stone asked.
Logan turned his head to look at me. "Because she was worth it.

I love you all, so much more than you should ever love me.

Dead people don't bleed for long.

My pulse sped up at the thought of him and Becca wet and nearly naked.
"Nothing happened beyond a bit of soaking." He tilted his head. "Well, no' between us. Some of the others, I could tell you stories."
"Stories about who?"
"Ah no, you won't get that for free. You have to be nice to me for two minutes straight."
"I am nice to you."
"I mean, really nice." He nudged my knee with his foot."Father Christmas might call it naughty, but he's a filthy old bugger.

I know you're worried," Logan said. "You think the second I sign a deal, I'll turn into some kind of man-slut." He put his hands over mine, pressing my palms against his chest. "You've always been the only one, and you always will be.

Even the second time around, the lyrics and melody reached through my ears, bypassed my brain, and went straight to my heart, where they wriggled around, causing a hundred different pains.

Okay, stud, just one more question." She formed an L with her thumb and index finger. 'Why are some people in the audience holding the sign for "loser"?'
It was my turn to laugh at her. 'That's not for loser.' I set down my soda, mirrored her gesture with my hand, then straightened our pinkies to form the sign-language letter. 'The L stands for "love".

One of those times," he said, "I think I'd take a nap.

Zachary leaned in, and I thought he was going to kiss me.
Instead he pressed his cheek to mine and held it there. It felt more intimate than a kiss.

I'll always love you."
"I'll love you, too." He touched my face. "Forever.

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He whispered against my mouth. Wait for me, Aura.

This one's for Aura.
You all know who that is by now. The only girl I've ever loved. I wrote her a song, but she's the only one who's ever heard it, or ever will.

Aura, I'm really patient, but I'm not a bloody saint.

Aura," he whispered, "I wish I could wipe away just one of your tears. Then I'd
feel like a person again. Like I'm something more than a bunch of light.

It's not our ability to get forgiveness that saves us. It's out ability to grant forgiveness.

Classy.' Mara shines the flashlight on my chest as she climbs into the beached boat and sits across from me.
'It was either this ["Bass Man" sweatshirt] or "Master Baiter". Or freezing to death.

How about, 'I just kissed a guy at Black Weeds because you've been ignoring me. P.S. I love you.

How many kittens did she have?"
"Four, including Tod. We fed the kittens this special formula from the vet, since Juno didn't have enough milk." I sat beside Bailey on the rug, wishing I could trade places with my cat. "Tod almost died, so my sister named him after a grim reaper from one of her favorite books. I think she thought it would protect him.

He sang the last two lines strong and smooth, promising that he'd always be with me, even when I could no longer hear his voice. I whispered the lines with him, sending the promise right back

I miss you, Logan." I touched my fingers to my lips, then to the forehead of the Keeley Brothers skull. "I miss you so much."
Missing Logan was an emptiness, an ache so dull and deep, it was a permanent part of me. I would never truly get over his death, but someday I would find peace.
Missing Zachary, on the other hand, was a searing knife in the gut. I burned to save him from the horrible fates I imagined, and the need to be in his arms again set my skin ablaze.
One boy was gone forever. The other was gone now.

Somehow you always stayed quiet." He laid his hands beside each of mine, so that if he'd been solid, I would've been pinned between his body and the dresser. "Remember?

When I got tired, Logan would sing me to sleep, sometimes a painfully appropriate song like Flogging Molly's "If I Ever Leave This World Alive" or Snow Patrol's "Chasing Cars." Sometimes he'd pick a lilting Irish lullaby, or even a song he'd written himself.

What do you want as your password?"
"How about iloveaura

I guess you gotta try the rest before you settle down with the best.

You can't fight memories. They come whether you look for them or not.

I had a dog. Ex-wife took him, and the house."
Is that why you like country music?"
He eased himself our of the closet. "Huh?"
"Just a joke. Sorry about your dog.

Eve of Darkness is a sizzling, heart-pounding urban fantasy that thrilled and fascinated me from beginning to end. It's got smokin' hot angels, blood-chilling demons, and questions that go deeper than who's kicking whose butt. Eve is a smart, spirited heroine I won't soon forget!

And then you two go and call attention to yourselves like this," Ian continued. "Holding hands in a pedalo, for Christ's sake. They must have been frothing at the mouth at the thought of you two reproducing, wondering if you'd give birth to some kind of metaphysically enhanced creature or a bottomless black hole.

Okay." The boy placed his hands on the table. "The thing is ... I died before I got to see real live tits. Not just on the Internet." He hurried to add, "I wouldn't touch you or nothing. Obviously. But even if I could, I wouldn't do that to you." He looked at his hands as he dropped them into his lap. "I just want to see.

I thought I was long done with the Firsts. First Easter since his death, First Birthday, First Trip to IHOP, First Phillies Game. But everything we ever did together, that we'd never share again
like Longwood Gardens at Christmas
still waited before me. In that moment, I dreaded the rest of my life.

I suppressed another shiver - I did not want Zachary taking off any more clothes on my account.

When you're in hell, there's nothing left to fear.

Hey, it's not like I was saving myself for the day you had a body again, so don't get excited."
"Too late." He curved his fingers around my jaw and kissed me, hard enough to turn my limbs to liquid fire.

He grabbed the microphone in both hands, his face exploding into a smile at the sensation.
Hey. Do not. I repeat. Do. Not. Panic. There's nothing to be scared of. This is just your average everyday fucking miracle.

No wonder these people don't believe in evolution. It obviously hasn't worked in their favor.

They said this would be the last year for corn. It needed too many fertilizers, and the oil to make them - the oil to make anything - was long gone, or at least so expensive it might as well not exist. She wanted

You know what would be cool, next time?" said a voice behind me. "Black roses.

I have a boyfriend who's a ghost, I thought. Of course I'm living in a dreamworld.

I promise I'll never tell."
"Don't promise that," he said in an ultraserious voice. "If they try to hurt you and the only way to protect yourself is to tell them what you know about me, then you tell them. Straight off, okay?"
"No."
"Promise me."
"No!"
"I will possess your heart."
Heat flared along the back of my neck. "What did you say?"
"My favorite song. 'I Will Possess Your Heart.'"
"By Death Cab for Cutie?"
He snorted. "No, the little known T.I. Hip-hop remix. Yes, Death Cab for Cutie."
... "Why? What's wrong with it?"
"Nothing, but it doesn't seem to fit you. It's kind of a sad song."
"No it's pure confident. It's not 'I want' or 'I need', none of that crap." He slipped his hand over mine. "It's 'I will.'"
A nervous laugh bubbled up. "You will, huh?"
His fingers brushed my cheek, then slid into my hair. "I will.

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Aw, he's shy. How loveable, huggable, stuff-in-a-bag-and-take-home-able.

His soul's fabric was weaving itself with mine. I loved the frayed ends where it came unraveled, and I loved the strength at its firm, solid center.
I loved every thread.

They examine me like I'm a cow at a 4-H auction. I try not to moo.

I can't forget you, any more than I can forget my own name. He kissed me then, and the world which no longer mattered, completely fell away.

Daytimers. Sunnysides. What do you call us behind our backs?"
"Dinner."
This shuts me up until we reach my door.

This time of year," she said, "people's consciences gnaw at them. They give away truckloads of canned goods and quote Dickens and wring their hands over the 'less fortunate.'" We boarded the Metro and took seats perpendicular to each other. "But God forbid anyone should address why they're poor in the first place, or try to change the structures that keep them poor. Then the 'less fortunate' turn into 'welfare queens' and 'derelicts.' But if I were a lobbyist whoring on behalf of some transnational corporation, I'd never hear the word 'derelict.'"

"So when it comes to taking care of poor people," I said, "if Mother Teresa is the Hallmark card, then you're the electric bill.

Snatched it up and shoved it into her sack without leaving her shelter. Score. What she couldn't eat right away she could slice and dry in the stifling summer heat. The scuffle continued, and Elysia

Sorry," she said. "I have a psychological disorder that prevents me from keeping thoughts inside my head where they belong.

Give me a second to put on something a little less Almost Got Killed In.

I love eating chicken with my bare hands. It makes me want to snarl at people, even more than usual.

As he presses me against the car and his fingers tangle in my hair, I find myself hoping-and fearing-that I'll never be the object of such a love, one that could bring a man to his knees and never let him stand again.

Fun fact: The planet Venus- aka, the 'morning star' when it appears before sunrise, outshining all the stars in the heavens-was once known as Luciferin.
Funner fact: The chemical that makes fireflies' butts light up is called luciferin

Maybe we should've stayed like that, just hanging out. Maybe we never should've kissed those Keeley boys.

Maybe you should stay. You've found where you belong. Most people never get that lucky their whole lives.

Black belt, and she'd earned the mother of all vendettas by leaving his bed without so much as a note. They'd been friends for almost ten years, since college, a world that lay just a few

One thing I've found that eases the pain, Cody said, 'is to remember that we are all connected, to those we know and those we don't know.

My fellow Americans, good evening. My name is Becca Goldman and I weep with all of you.
I texted one word to Megan, 'Gag'
She wrote back: 'My name is Becca Goldman, and I sleep with all of you

Oh yeah, pain. I think it's the same when we lose someone we love. It never stops hurting. But maybe it shouldn't. That pain, after all, is a souvenir of love.

Exactly," He tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. "Sometimes we help ourselves, and sometimes we get help from ghosts in the woods and bampots in BMWs.

Logan's voice switched from a growl to a scream to a seductive whisper from one song to the next.

He cut himself off and looked away, dragging a hand through his hair. "I just met her," he muttered to himself. "I'll no' say that."
"Cut the crap," Megan said. "Zachary Moore, this is Aura Salvatore, and yes, she's into science even though she's pretty. Shocker. Get over it." She turned to me. "Show him how you can walk and chew gum at the same time.

Don't move, he breathed, softer than ever. Logan slowly wrapped his fingers around my hand.

Dad handed me his empty glass and patted my shoulder. "Abstain from fleshly lusts, which war against the soul." Then he picked up his work gloves, shook off the dirt, and headed for the garage.
"Wait!" I started to follow him but stopped when he didn't answer or even turn. "I guess that's a no."
From that day on, Dad spoke in nothing but Bible verses. It was like living inside a sermon.

For a short time, we'd become each other,
a little. Maybe that's what people do
when they fall in love, mind, body, and
soul. Or maybe we were just weird.

When you look at fainted stars, you'll notice that they often appear brighter from the corner of your eye. Averted vision, we call it.
Same with the answers you seek, you won't find them by staring until your eyes fall out.
They'll come when you're look somewhere else.

Shane closes his eyes and groans deep in his throat, a noise that embodies sex and death. His back arches, and his fingers rake the carpet as if to pull it up like grass.

Forever"

by Logan Keeley

October 18, 20xx




Lying beside me in the failure of flesh,

You wait for the words that will let your mind rest,

But I've already left you - I'm inside this song,

I'm chasing the rhythms that split right from wrong,

Forming chords on your shoulder, tracing notes on your hips,

I can't hear your thoughts as they fall from your lips, and


Every day I give away

A piece of me all torn and frayed -

What I can't keep, I sell for cheap,

Til nothing's left for you and me -



Chorus:

How can so much love feel like nothing at all?

How can so much nothing leave me dying to crawl

To the foot of your bed,

I should be with you - instead,

I walk away, stumbling, waiting, always waiting to fall.


When you look in my eyes, can you see I'm not there,

Just skin over bones and this flesh that I bear,

And there's no room for you, and you know I can never

Get out of myself, get over myself,

For even one moment, much less for forever.



They all take their shares and they all think they see

This stranger inside who pretends to be me.

They're a roomful of mirrors in this funhouse of fame,

I shrink and I grow, I am wild, I am tame,
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by Logan Keeley
by Logan Keeley

Love Music

Don't tell me no this time, Aura. Please. Don't make me stop.

The hand touched my cheek again. It wasn't soft and cool like Gina's. It was warm, with calloused fingertips like those of….
….a guitar player.

If you follow love, you can't go wrong, even if it leads to disaster. Trust it.
Raphael to Lucifer

I think we get the world we deserve. People who love get love back, and people who hate, or fear, they get those back too."
"Huh. Which kind of person are you?"
"Both. We all are, at different times.

We were linked, for the endless now that felt every bit like forever.