Jessica Sorensen Quotes

I'm nervous helping her scale down the cliff and not because I think she's going to fall. My arm is around her back and her weight is against me. She's safe and I'm glad she is.

I swear love is the most powerful emotion thats ever existed. It owns people, devours them, tears them open and bleeds them out from the inside, making them defenseless to everything. Hate is the same way. Hate takes your levelheadedness and even your sanity away from you.

Stitches aren't going to help. They fix skin, cuts, wounds, heal stuff on the outside. Everything broken with me is on the inside.

For everyone who wasn't saved.

But I trusted him once and I decide to do it again. I just pray to God he doesn't shove me down and break me, because I'm already in too many pieces and I just don't know how much more breaking I can take.

Perfect doesn't exist. Realness does. Realness is what I need.

I was in love with the lyrics, the rhythm, and the way it could sweep me away to another world.

Asher taps his fingers on his lips and I catch Amy licking her own as she eyes his mouth. "What exactly are Rocky Mountain Oysters?" he asks her.
I restrain a laugh as Amy's face twists in confusion.
"Well ... I think they're kind of meat. I'm not sure what kind, but I like them." She presses the end of the pen against her chin.
I shake my head at Asher. "You don't want those. Trust me.

I've never walked home wearing just a pink robe and a pair of slippers.

Hope is what keeps me searching for Quinton - what makes me determined to find him and help him. Even when I know that what awaits me in the future is going to be hard, that it'll more than likely bring up painful memories of the things I did in my past. But I know it's something I have to do. Looking back, I realize that Quinton entered my life for a reason.

Because, in the end, I've realized I'm not my father. I'm simply me. And that's enough.

Yes, you are. God, I wish you could just see how much you matter ... to me ...

Death. It's around more than people realize. Because no one wants to talk about it or hear about it. It's too sad. Too painful. Too hard. The list of reasons is endless.

My school has apparently never seen someone so gothically adorable." "What does that even mean?" She smirks at me. "You know, dark, mysterious, sullen, yet cute." I gape at her. "Do you even have a filter?" She swiftly shakes her head. "No way. Where's the fun in that?

I'll always be with you, inside and out," she reads. "Through hard times and helpless ones, through love, through doubt.

I try not to think about you but I can't stop.

I think that sometimes people misinterpret understand and acceptance and make it into something that it isn't.

It was an earthshattering kiss, one that stole breaths, stopped hearts, and scared the shit out of me because it surfaced feelings I'd never felt before, ones that rendered me helpless.

Finally I find it, the book, but as I'm pulling it out of the stack I hear a noise coming from my toy room. It sounds like scratching or scraping maybe and my mind instantly goes to the possibility that maybe it's a monster or a dragon or something else with claws. My hand shakes a little as I stand up and turn back toward the room. When I step into it, I feel the wind hit my cheeks. I shine the light around and notice one of the windows is open. I don't understand why. I didn't open it and I don't think it was open when I came down here. What if it was a monster?
I sweep the flashlight around the room at all my toys as I start back toward the corner. Then the light lands on something tall ... I hear voices. Ones that don't sound like they belong to a monster, but just people. But that's what they end up being.
Terrible, horrible monsters.

I don't like saying my real last name because then I remember that I'm the only living person left carrying it.

Seth wanted you to wear tights," I tell him, playfully pinching his side. "And be Peter Pan." He swiftly shakes his head. "No way in hell am I doing that.

Yes, I went through a lot of pain, heartache,breaking. But I'm here berthing and my heart is beating. I'm thriving. I'm not alone. And I'm loved.

But what if I take a chance and everything crumbles? What if I trust someone again and they steal something away from me. I don't really have that much left until I'm hollow.

In the midst of a foggy field, the answers are hidden But the impossible journey deems them forbidden. The Reaper of Death, the Angel of Life. They walk together in day and night.

Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins.
Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.

Just because it's broken doesn't mean it loses its importance. And I figured I'd give it to you one day when you realized it was okay to make mistakes.

But that doesn't mean that the good parts get any less good.

I wish life was more. I wish it was like dreams, the happy daydreams I have all the time whenever I'm gazing up at the night sky, eagerly waiting to make a wish on a shooting star.

I like the sober Callie, the one that I can talk to. The one that is so sweet it's fucking adorable. The one that trembles use from the feel of my breath. The one that I want to kiss and touch so fucking badly it drives me crazy. The one that makes me feel things ...

I just let the pain take over, allowing it to numb the pain of being left behind.

Addiction is the fucking devil - I swear to God it is.

There was no point in telling anyone what really happened. People would see only what they want to.

Doc lowers the gun and stares at the man he just shot. "See, regret eliminated." When he looks at me, I see blood painting his face. His expression is that of a madman. "Welcome to hell, Ryler, a place where the evil thrive and the weak die. This man was weak. My son was weak. And now they're both paying for their sins." Having no idea how to react, I just stand there, staring at the gory scene, the scene I helped cause. Doc snatches a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his face off. Then he throws it to me. "Clean yourself up." I

In the existence of our lives, there are many coincidences that bring people together, but there's only one person that will own your heart forever,

That okay. I'll go find somewhere else to sleep."
Her fingers wrap around my arm. "You don't have to go anywhere. I feel safe with you.

branches clawing at my flesh. Snow flooded my

Great thinking Gemma. Way to set yourself up for a cold death. Didn't your dreams teach you anything?

I fall down and my palms split open against the gravel. Injuries on the outside are easy to endure and I get up without hesitation.

Touched you, kissed you, been near you ... fallen in love with you ... you're too good for me ...

She deserves better than the piece of shit I am.

For the rest of my life?" His voice softens. "Do you want that, Ella May? Do you want me eternally, infinitely, forever, till death do us part?

I look into his eyes, no longer afraid what's in them, but afriad I'll lose what they carry.

It isn't as important to feel great about all the things that we do. But how we feel toward the end when we look back at everything we've done.

I can handle scars, especially ones that are on the outside.
I understand his meaning from the depths of my heart.

I shrug and shuffle my toe across the carpet in front of me, feeling silly. "So? It's a compliment being like you."
All the humor evaporates from his face and his honey-brown eyes. Within seconds he has me in his arms and he hugs me like I'm the most important thing in the world to him. "Don't ever change, Callie Lawrence," he whispers in my hair. "Promise me you won't.

Then I lean back and take in the side of her, every speck of flesh, every freckle, every line of ink she has. So fucking gorgeous I can't stand it. I feel like I'm about to combust. I want her so badly that my body is throbbing, my veins pulsating with desire and need.
The need to be with her.
Forever.
And ever.
And ever.
And when I open my mouth to say it, this time it's different - this time it means more than the first time I said it, because I know I can say it and it'll be welcomed not feared.
"I love you too, Violet Hayes," I whisper then let my lips crash against her showing her with my mouth just how much I mean it.
God, do I fucking mean it. More than anything else in my life.

The electricity devours my soul, fractures it open, and leaves it vulnerable and exposed.

He gazes at the people in the truck. "Are you driving back with them?
Smiling, I nod. "Yes."
"With a bunch of dudes?"
"Yes."
"Is that safe?"
My smile expands into a face consuming grin. " I am safer in that truck than I am anywhere else.

I care about Violet more than I care about myself. Maybe even ... Love her? Fuck, am I in love? No, there's no way. I don't even know what love is.

I tap my foot anxiously on the floor. Do I want to sit here and listen to more of his story? Or try to run? I feel like I'm in a maze where almost every end is a dead end or a trap and it's hard to figure out which path will get me to wherever I need to go. Also, my emotions are confusing, combine them with the electricity; I feel like I'm being pushed toward Alex and then pulled back. Pushed and pulled. Pretty soon I'm going to tear in half.

show?" My heart just about leapt out of my

Just last night everything had seemed perfect. Well, not perfect. The world was still being tortured with Fey and Lost Souls, but, between Alex and me, everything was amazing. We were connected in every single way possible and not like how we were when we had the Stars energy in us. Everything was raw, breathtaking, moving, blissful. And then poof, once again the feelings are gone. Because hes gone.

But tha't the thing about scars. They always stay with us, whether visible or unseen.

In the existence of our lives, there is a single coincidence that brings us together and for a moment, our hearts beat as one.

Alex had made him bleed when he clocked him one. "I said I was sorry about that. I didn't understand the situation," Alex said apologetically, staring down at

I'd been holding the dress up to myself and gazing at my reflection in the store's mirror. "Seth, this is just a party. And it's definitely not a dress Cinderella would wear."
"Then be Callierella," he said with a wink. "Or Calliepunzel and you can lock yourself in your bedroom until Kayden begs for you to let him in."
I had snorted a laugh. "Are you drunk? I mean, I know you had a margarita at lunch, but it usually takes a lot more for you to get tipsy."
"I'm not drunk," he said, snatching the dress from my hand. "I'm just trying to give you the fairy-tale you deserve."
"Life isn't a fairy-tale," I replied. But in the end, I bought the dress, kind of wishing it was.

The sound of snapping twigs and crunching footsteps echoed nearer.

Okay, I'm going to be completely honest here." I take a deep breath, because what I'm about to say is very real and more honest than I've ever been. "I don't want to be away from you for that long.

You're so much happier than when I first met you." He tucks my bangs behind my ear. "I wish you could be this way around everyone, Callie. That you would stop hiding from everyone. It's sad no one gets to see how great you are.

Never forget the strength it took to free yourself.

Ounce of strength I had in me. But it was useless. My arms and legs moved in slow motion. My blood rushed cold, my veins darkening, mapping my skin

Just tell me what you need to make you happy." "You.

I wish for happiness in a world full of sorrow. There's always so much pain and I wish for all of it to be gone.

Things were far from normal. They weren't even close.

I need to know, Lea, I need to know what happened to the guy that made me feel things again…

There is something about someone trusting you enough with their secrets that it makes it easier to trust them. It's like they're opening their heart and in return yours should open up to them, too.

Even in the midst of my darkness, through a storm of pain, Lyric brings me calm.

His teeth gently nick at my skin and it stings a little, but feels amazingly good at the same time; like some kind of euphoric venom dancing threw my veins.

You know when I first met you, you scared the shit out of me." She pulls a "whoops" face and glances at the minister, who sighs because he knows us well enough to know this is just how we talk. Then she returns her focus to me and clears her throat. "You were so intense and determined to get to know me and I couldn't understand why you would want to, for a lot of reasons, reasons that you know about because you know me better than anyone." Her voice wobbles a little and she lets go of the paper and wipes her sweaty palm on her jacket. "But eventually you sort of wore on me." Her lips quirk and it makes me grin. "You became my light in my dark life and you made me feel so loved that I'd forget how to breathe. You were the only one who could make me laugh, smile, have fun, not give up. You were always there for me and somehow, through the crazy, intense years, you fought your way into my soul and ended up becoming my everything. You became my lifeline, the one person I could rely on no matter what, whether I was upset or pushing you away - you were always there for me. And I love you for it and for the amazing person that you are, for writing me songs and tattooing them on your skin, for wearing a ridiculous O ring on your finger," she says, trying to smile but I can tell she's getting overwhelmed by her emotions. "And for loving me enough not to let me give up, not matter how hard I fought.

But sometimes stuff happens and we find ourselves lost, and suddenly we're standing in a place we don't recognize and can't remember walking-or falling-there, and we're unsure how to get back or if we even want to.

Then for the first time in thirteen years, someone actually helps me. And the odd thing is he willingly does it.

I don't know what's happening to me," she says, blinking through a veil of tears as she looks everywhere but at me. "I don't think I can do this anymore."
My heart plummets inside my chest, my lips still hovering over hers, my hands on her waist "do what anymore?" I don't want the answer, don't want to hear what follows my question, don't want to lose her.
"Fight it." Tears are still flowing from her eyes, but I think she stop crying. She sucks and several breaths when she looks at me, her eyes are clear that I anticipated. She's scared shitless - that's clear - but it's like she stop fighting the fear, giving into it instead.
Her lips apart and I'm a stop whatever she's about to say, silence her with my lips, but I don't, forcing myself to hear, needing to know what's got all worked up.
"I think I'm in love with you," she says, her chest heaving with every ravenous breath she takes, yet her voice is astonishingly even and she manages to maintain my gaze.
My voice however is the exact opposite of even, coming out all high-pitched like I'm a thirteen year old and going through puberty all over again. "What?"
She sucks and a breath, then releases is slowly, the fear in her eyes subsiding, as if she just won it. "I think I'm in love with you..." She bites on your lips and shakes her head. "No...I don't think. I know."
I gradually process her words and the full extent of what she's saying. I think I'd honestly believed that she might never say t

The sun is lowering below the lines of the mountains that encase the town and stars sparkle across the sky like dragonflies.

You really need stitches," she tells me."Or you're going to have a scar." I try not to laugh. Stitches aren't going to help. They fix skin, cuts, wounds, heal stuff on the outside. Everything broken with me is on the inside. "I can handle scars, especially one's on the outside.

When his lips return to mine, it's not just about lust or desire - it's about making us whole.

I landed in the living room of the cabin with the gracefulness of a drunken person, stumbling and banging my knee on the corner of the coffee table. I don't know what it was - if the falling threw off my equilibrium or something - but I just couldn't land normally when traveling by a crystal, or by teleporting, or when walking on ice. Oh, fine. Maybe it was just me.

It's amazing how the things you remember forever are the things you'd rather forget and the things you desperately want to grasp onto seem to slip away like sand in the wind.

I stare at him, listening to my heart thump inside my chest, to the wind sing, to the sound of someone breaking somewhere in the world.

with every step I

One of the stall doors swings open and a fortyish-year-old woman walks out tucking her shirt into her jeans. Her heavy lined eyes land on Seth. "This is the women's restroom." She points a finger to the door. "Can't you read?"
"Can't you see that everyone in this club is about twenty years younger than you?" Seth retorts, turning to the mirror. With his pinkie, he messes with bangs. "Now if you'll excuse us, we're going to have some fun.

Threw the basketball at his face." She winks at me. "I told you I got your back, dude.

There are things in life that happen that change who we are, things that are hard to come back from, and in the end we never really are the same.

Life's too short to constantly be worrying about everything that could go wrong.

I love you, Ella May," I whisper, kissing her cheek. "And one day I want to be doing this exact same thing at our wedding.

That's because you loved me. You just didn't know it yet."
"You didn't know it either. You were just as blind as me.

Make sure you pick one up as you leave class so you can start brainstorming ideas. That's it. Class dismissed.

The cemetery is my sense of comfort, my sanctuary in a world of darkness, the one piece of light that i have in my life.

He is the kind of guy girls have an infatuation for, including me back when I saw guys as something else other than a threat.

It hurts to be around life. People don't understand how close death is, right over their shoulders, around the block, at the end of a street. It's everywhere.

And I don't want you to be anywhere but here

Come with me somewhere. Please. I've been waiting eight months to talk to you

They stare at me like I've lost my mind and I try to mentally summon my lips to form words, but they are bound together by the painful memories crushing my heart.

I've missed that...missed you.

It's time to run like hell.

There's this connection, this understand that we are two people who have been fractured, not by ourselves but by someone else and we're doing everything we can to not shatter to pieces.

helplessly through

Face Your Fears Head On and Tell Them to Fuck Off

I continue moving with her in my arms until the end of the song, and then we let go of one another and go back to the table as if nothing happened. Something did, though, but I'm not sure whether to pursue it or run like hell.

Seize the day, take hold of it, and make it whatever you want.

I woke up, gasping for air, my disoriented mind still thinking I was sprawled out on the forest ground, freezing to death from the monsters' deathly touch. That the tan walls forming my bedroom were just an illusion. I bolted upright in my bed, my pulse racing as I untangled myself