Karole Cozzo Quotes

Did you love her because she was flawless, or did you love her because you loved her?

I am so alone, all the time, even when I'm surrounded by people. Sometimes I get really tired of the walls, and I wish I had the strength to just go at them with a sledgehammer.

Fear's more powerful than desire, I guess. I'm no braver know, anyway, so it's silly to think about.

And here sits this person who wants to look at me, who makes me feel as if there's still something worthwhile to be found there.

It's sort of liberating, doing something so entirely out of character.

I'm not the girl who's solely defined by the people around her. I can be alone and still feel strong. Know who I am.

I'm said, I think. I frown into space for a minute. No. I'm lonely.
It's a sensation that Pax used to drive away. Now he makes the feeling worse than ever. Because nothing makes you feel lonelier than someone being with you... but not.

Really. I'm a firm believer in new beginnings. Looking back all the time... It really starts to hurt your neck." He shrugs carelessly. "If you don't want to be defined by your past, you shouldn't have to be.

I noticed how easily our hands fit together the one time you let me touch you. I noticed that you seemed lonely, really, really lonely, even though I didn't know why." His eyelashes flutter as his eyes flash back and forth between mine. "Which is the most ridiculous thing in the world, considering how badly someone wants to spend time with you. Every single day.

Fresh starts, okay? Maybe you're not ready to take it, but at least know one's here.

If we're gonna hang out, there are going to be some things you can do that I can't. It is what it is. My world's limited in some ways, yeah, but there's no sense in trying to equalize it by giving up things you like.

Tightly. So tightly that I feel like he's the one thing holding me together and so it's safe to collapse. I bury my face against his firm chest, feel his biceps tightening around my back. It feels so good to have him holding me again.

... There is a lens through which we view every single other person in this world. With every piece of information we gain about them, the lens is adjusted, ever so slightly, blurring... coloring... changing how we see them.

It's really hard to say the words I love you when you know you'll likely never hear them back

Fair doesn't mean equal, fair means everyone gets what they need.

This is ridiculous. You seem hell-bent on seeing on the good in me, yet you expect it to work some other way for you. I can't accept that.

Phillip's Autistic. He just wants to be left alone, because something about his neurological make-up leaves him unequipped to deal with the sights, sounds, smells, and touches of our human world.
I don't know how well equipped the rest of us are, but a lot more so than Phillip I suppose.

Why does loving someone always have to hurt? The risk just seems bigger than the reward.

I think you're beautiful. And rare. Fierce but... delicate at the same time.

Even though we couldn't find anything else in the darkness, we had no trouble finding each other. His hands fell to my hips, like they belonged there. I felt myself being pressed against the rickety wooden shelves, the firm, warm heat of his bare chest against my damp skin. His breath bathed my face, nervous, and sweet, and excited.