Karina Halle Quotes

I'm starting to think that most villains aren't evil - they are just misundertood.
Or victims of that manipulative force: Love.
Love causes war and causes death, breaks souls and breaks lives. It runs people into the ground, makes them behave like moronic, immoral beasts, before it dances off, leaving only destruction in its wake - hearts blown wide open for the whole world to see.
Love puts the blame on the poor souls who succumb to it.
Love, that ultimate villainess. She makes examples of us all.
And yet we still come back for more.
We keep playing the role she gives us.
For one more chance to feel alive.

Because people like to hold onto their ideas of what you are and who you are. They put you in a box and no matter how hard you try to show them what you're really like, they can't wrap their heads around it. They won't. They only want you to be a certain way, the way they see you. To change that messes with their heads.

Something inside me bleeds for her. It's a nasty cut in the heart, a slow, deadly leak.

I had no idea that once you realized you were in love, it was nearly fucking impossible to keep it to yourself

But I was Dex Foray and 'dramatic' was my middle name, along with 'The Fuckmaster' and 'Pierre

Don't stop," I hiss as he plunges back inside, deeper this time, coaxing another unrestrained noise out of my throat. "Don't you ever stop fucking me."
"Jesus," he swears, gravelly and low. "I'll bury myself in you, if you let me.

She needs to let loose, I thought you could help her."
"Isn't that your job?"
"Not yet.

You…you Victor, you are a prince in every way shape and form. You embody the word, you are selfless and kind and proud and smart and noble and you care, more than anything, you care. You're the prince that every girl had a fantasy about but you're more than that, because you're real. You're so real. And you're here right now and you're with me and I can't…I can't thank you enough.

I want you to stay with me," he said. "And that's the problem. Every time you leave me, I need you a little bit more.

But I'm starting to think that most villains aren't evil - they are just misunderstood. Or victims of that most manipulative force: love.

Do you think because you can't see my scars that they don't exist? ...
Most People have their pain deep inside them, in places no one ever goes. Not until it's too late.

I want to be the only man who witnesses that look. I want it to be mine forever.

I am Dex Foray, the only penis involved in the show. And who might you be?

I feel myself getting buried in what we are, what we make each other feel and I don't care. It's so good. What we have, what we feel is so fucking good.

You can talk the talk but you can't walk the walk."
His eyes narrowed in challenge. "Oh, I can walk the walk. I can walk the walk so hard that you'll be sore for days.

They couldn't hold on to memories because memories were just fire and would burn in your hands. You couldn't hold a gun if your hands were ruined.

My love for you sings, and it's a song that will never stop playing. It will play through our deaths and beyond that. And this I know.

Sometimes you came across women who had every-thing going for them ... looks, personality, smarts, and they had NO fucking idea what they were worth. How amazing and beautiful, they were, how they oozed sex and secrets. Then you had those women who knew they had what you wanted and used it. Repeatedly. Just to get what they wanted. It was an unbalanced universe.

Language," I admonish him. "The dirtier the better," he says, loving it. "All she knows is we're talking about carpets. Speaking of carpets ... " His eyes drift down to my jeans.

The saying goes, if you love something, let it go. I always though it was better to just shoot the damn thing so it'd never go anywhere.

Not that it was a crazy complicated skill, but operating an espresso machine during high traffic could be added to my repertoire along with card tricks and how to fire a Colt .45.
(Quote taken from ARC, subject to change)

That I want nothing more than to put you on your back, on this table, and show you what it's like to really get fucked.

Perry," he said quietly, his fingers trailing down the side of my face, "you'll never have to save my life. You gave me life. I never lived a single day until the first day I met you.

life is short. And when you find what makes your heart beat, your soul sing, you have to hang on to it.

I'm so in love with you," he whispers, the roughness of his cheek pressed against mine. "So in love. There is no bottom. I just keep falling.

I'll tell you what," he says, running his thumb over my lips. "I've been wanting to kiss you for a long time. And I've been wanting to do a hell of a lot more.

Even if you lose love, it's never really gone. It stays in you forever. The risks of love are always worth it.

Each step toward love. Each step toward revenge. I walked toward the end of something, maybe the end of everything. And it was all in my hands.

If it's so dangerous, why did you come after us?" I whispered. "To get your gold?"
"No," he murmured. "To get you." He gently ran his hand down my arm and then met my eyes. "You're worth much more than gold.

You, sir, are asking for trouble.
... .
Fuck trouble. I wasn't asking for it.
I was inviting it.

Life leaves scars. Sometimes you don't see them until later. Sometimes you don't know where they've come from. Sometimes they fade before your eyes. But the world leaves its mark on us.

For the first time, I had a protector - andI never knew I needed one until then.

Kiddo, I'd let you brand me with a hot iron if you wanted to."
"Still a sucker for punishment?"
He grinned. "Something like that.

I want a bibimbap wrap (honestly I just like saying "bibimbap"),

Losing love is lonely. Losing it because of something you did is deathly.

If it's wrong to occasionally ogle your best friend, I don't want to be right.

How are we going to get through this?" she asks, her voice quiet against the roar of the downpour, the rain running into her eyes, her mouth. "Not just this storm, but all the days ahead of us?"
"One sunrise at a time," I tell her. "One sunrise at a time, and with me by your side. Okay?

We both have roles to play, roles that were handed to us. But they don't have to define us. And they don't have to contain us.

Kayla ... you're my girl. You're my beautiful world. And I'm whatever you want me to be, just as long as you know that I have never, ever felt this way about someone in my entire life." He lowers his face, eyes focused intently on my lips. "I'm losing myself in you. Every day. And it's the most wonderful, terrifying feeling in the world.

He swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing on his thick neck and I briefly imagine what it's like to bite him there, just a small nibble or two. I bet he tastes like sage and testosterone.

I kissed her and it was like my whole life became condensed to that little flashpoint. Every kiss that came before was obliterated and every kiss that comes after will never measure up, so long as it's with someone other than her.
That kiss undid me in ways I didn't see coming.

Everyone! Can I have your attention please," Will calls out so that everyone is staring at him. Which was totally unnecessary because everyone already was staring at him. It's hard not to notice when a six foot two linebacker of a man in an Armani suit stands up on a table in your office. Good thing we have very high ceilings. "This is your doing, Jackie-O," my father whispers to me. "He was normal before he ever met you.

I didn't know what the future held. But I knew it held Dex. And that was more than good enough for me.

Let it be wild, let it be messy. It's the first sunrise of many more to come. You can't screw it up. If you do, there's always tomorrow.

Our lives are made up of nothing but moments.
But I want to live in every moment with her.

Coffee would be great," I say. Dick would be better, though. He leans forward and kisses me softly on the lips. "See you soon, love." Fucking. Swoon.

You have such a perfect dick," she says as I lean back and close my eyes, my body tensing as I try to restrain myself. "I could write a song about it.

enthralled with the film as I

I've actively worked hard to see Laz as a friend and just a friend, all the while it would have been so incredibly easy to just give in and just admit to myself that I want him.
Not just as a friend, though. Not even close.

You're mine, Grace. More than my muse, more than a lover. I've never felt this way before about anything or anyone and I…I know that if you just trust me, if you give me your heart, I will carry it with me. I will be kind and gentle with it. I will always keep it tucked in next to mine. So that whatever happens in the future, it doesn't matter. I'll have your heart and you'll have mine.

Dex isn't a big guy by any means. He's on the short side and toned but still thin. But he has unpredictable pit-bull tactics and one hell of a lippy attitude with strangers. For heaven's sake, never give that man a shovel.

For once, I felt everything. And the biggest thing I felt was the way I felt about you. That was like a hammer to the heart.

I need to figure out how to keep this forever. Her, me the open desert. I don't fucking need anything else. I may be young but I know enough that sometimes you don't need the world. You just need that one person to rule the world with.

Spite was the fuel to right all your wrongs. And like any fuel, it could consume you.

I told you. I'm always hard for you, I'm just good at hiding it. Which, actually, isn't easy when your dick is the size of your leg.

Why am I good to you?" he repeated, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke.
"Because I can see you are broken. And I want nothing more than to put you back together.

I fucked up. More than I have ever fucked up before. I had the love of my life in my hands for one beautiful, exquisite moment before I ripped her apart and my heart bore the paper cuts.

Then I realized that you can appreciate the memories and the good times, no matter how rare they are, without condoning all the shit that happened to you. You should never feel guilty for trying to pull the good out of the bad." More

Don't worry, Eve, whatever we end up doing, I'm not leaving you. Not until I teach you how to fire a gun, anyway." Jake snorted loudly. Avery lifted his head and gave him a dirty look. "Do you think that's funny? Eve needs to know how to protect herself." His smile twisted. "A woman with a gun is a bad idea, boy. You'd be putting all our lives at risk." "Only your life," I muttered under my breath. From the way his lips twitched further, I knew he had heard me.

I wish it was as easy as this"
"As what?"
"You and me. Talking. I wish the guys I dated got me the same way that you get me."
He grows silent for a moment and I look over at him. He's frowning, his attention focused on the road. "Maybe you're just dating the wrong guys," he finally says.

Meanwhile I am fucking clenching, throbbing, as his words still swirl around my head and make my legs squeeze together. I'm not sure I've ever wanted to screw someone this badly before.

I hope I'm always a part of you, Eden. You'll forever be a part of me. A world without you in it is a song without the music. You need both to make it whole.

I wanted Steph. My best friend. She was my baby blue and I was her cowboy.

There is no later. There never was. Later is something that's used up with the lazy belief that there's always a tomorrow.

Poltergeists, for the most part, seemed to be pretty unhappy spirits with a vendetta against humanity and an eye for trickery. I knew that if I died I'd definitely come back as one. It actually was quite appealing, throwing shit around and scaring hapless people out of their homes, just to be an ass. I started looking forward to "meeting" these asshole ghosts.

But I loved you. Never as a friend. Always as something more. From the moment you walked into the bar, you owned the word and what it meant for me. I prayed and I dreamed that one day I would get to tell you myself. That no matter how you felt, I would tell you that I loved you and nothing could change that. That it was mine to give to you." He inhales deeply and says, "And so, I love you, baby blue. I am in love with you. You are love to me. And I'm honored I'm finally able to tell you.

Because the number one feeling that was waiting to pummel me over the head was damned, dirty shame.

But no amount of money, no amount of change, is worth it if you end up dead in the end. If I've learned anything from the people I've killed, it's that.

Maybe my husband's hot brother-in-law would rehearse his underground band with The Beach Boys in the garage. Come to think of it, I think my entire thirties were based on episodes of Full House. Not exactly realistic.

They would not break my soul. They would not see my pain.

Does your mind always go there?" I asked even though I knew the answer was yes. Once a pervert, always a pervert.

I sneezed again. I guess it took me this long to find out I was allergic to skank.

I put my hand on top of hers and squeeze. "And you've got me."
She rolls her eyes.
"No," I tell her, my voice rough. She blinks at me in surprise. "I mean you really have me. If you'll have me.

I was fucked and I knew it. I had stupidly wandered into some epic rape palace run by meth-addicted hobos and bald men with beards who recently escaped nearby jails and had taken over this place for their torture sessions with hapless young women they found exploring the coast. Even worse, I was going to be the hapless woman who decided to infiltrate their headquarters.

I want to be with you. Not just as a partner, not just as a friend. I want us to be together, to be one, to be ... I don't know, a fucking couple.

Life has other plans for us, greater than the ones we have for ourselves.

I understand these dogs. I know what it's like to be cast aside, to feel unwanted, to believe you have no one to fight for you. I've been there. Time and time again. It hurts like all hell, but if I don't fight for them, who will?

I adore you. I want to spend every minute with you. I want to spend my future with you. But I'm a man of a past I have yet to shake, even though I'm working on it. You're bringing me out of the past and into the future, where I belong.

I was in love, in lust, in something with him and all logic, all fact, all reality, none of that seemed to matter, not to my body and not to my heart

I can't ever lose what I just felt." He kissed my cheek. "I'm afraid if I did, I'd come looking for you too. I'm afraid I can relate ... to him.

Everyone has ghosts that follow them throughout their lives. Ghosts of the past they wish they'd left behind, ghosts of love they once turned down, ghosts of regret and ghosts of loss. Ghosts of guilt. We all have them. I do.

She was mine. For the sake of appearances, she was my wife, but she was mine anyway. She didn't know it yet, but I did. It was wrong and it made no sense, but she belonged with me. No one else, not anyone else.

His body pressed against mine, our mouths joined, the heat we created, that felt right. That felt more than right. That's the us that should have always been.

I want you," he said, his grip becoming firmer. "I wanted you from the very beginning, I just never thought it would be possible.

I cleared my throat and spoke into his kiss. "Sorry, it's been a while."
"You should expect to hear the same thing from me in about five minutes," he murmured.
"Five minutes, huh?"
"I'll make it the best five minutes of your life."
I bit his lip, hard, then released him and looked into those intense blues. "Clock's ticking.

I just want my heart to be safe in your hands because yours is safe in mine.

All these nights would stretch on and on and on, and she would fall asleep in my arms with all my darkness and all my demons and all my ugliness stored safely in her heart. In a perfect world, she would hold it there, away from me, so she could understand me better, so I would never be harmed again.

But with knowledge comes confidence. And with happiness comes creativity.

Revenge never felt so good.

I'm running out of names. There aren't that many vile things on this earth that can describe what a cum dumpster you are.

He backed away from me, clutching the phone to his chest. "What?"
"Gimme the phone," I commanded, holding out my hand.
His head dropped solemnly. "I am on a very important call."
"Yes, about me," I said, reaching for it. "Now give it."
He shrank away and eyed the room anxiously. "Damn, I knew I should have kept a spare roll of duct tape somewhere.

They say you're only as old as you feel but try telling that to a ninety-year-old on their deathbed, just wishing he could do all the bloody things he wants to do.

Love, our love, had been a shooting star, burning in the darkness, unseen until it got too close, too bright and too quick to capture. It burned out, lost to the deep cold and darkness, to the brutality of space, the infinity above us and in the new emptiness inside of me.

Te amo." I lick my lips, feeling like my heart might explode. "I love you Alejo, and I can't…I can't feel or think of anything else but that. I love you.

You were it for me. I gave my heart to you and I never got it back. I don't even think I wanted it back.

All that matters is what happens with the here and now. The past is just ground beneath your feet, there to hold you up or be left behind.

After I have several cups of liquid gold on the patio,

And with madness comes the light.

I want to be the best and her only.

What happens to love when it turns to hate?