Katy Regnery Quotes

There is some pain in your life that, when you experience it, you're shocked to the core that it doesn't kill you. It feels like it should kill you, like your heart should stop beating and your lungs should stop breathing and your eyes should stop seeing. Everything should just . . . stop. With pain that profound and regret that unfathomable, it should be impossible for your body to stay alive.

Your BMW's a convertible?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "Yes, ma'am." "I like fast German cars." "Riding or driving?" "Both." "Is that a request?" "Mm-hm." "I love my car, Savannah. I'm not a shallow man, but I love that vehicle. What's your driving record look like?" "This question from the man who made me cry?" "I would love for you to drive my car as far and as fast as you like," he amended. She leaned back and winked at him. "I thought so. Give me a minute to change?" "Must you?" "I'm afraid so.

Were they dating? Sort of. Exclusive? Not as far as she knew ... Discovering new feelings was one thing. Actually changing your Facebook status? That was real.
Savannah

Savannah," he started in a softer voice, "Wait. Please. I - I didn't mean ... I just didn't want you to ... " "I'm going home," she said, rushing from the room before he could say another word. "Savannah!" He shot out of bed, following her through his bedroom door and running down the gallery as fast as his bum leg would allow. While walking or jogging were good for him, he wasn't supposed to sprint on it, and it ached and burned as he got to the top of stairs only to hear the front door slam in her wake. "GOD DAMN IT!" he bellowed, lowering himself to sit on the landing as his leg throbbed with pain. Miss Potts appeared out of nowhere to stand at the base of the stairs with her hands on her hips. She pursed her lips and tsked. "Somehow I don't think peach cobbler is going to fix this one.

I'm in love with you. With everything I am, I love you.

I've been half d-dead for ten years, Gris, but then you walked back into my life, and I came alive again. You make me want to live. You make me want to be a better man.

Are you whole or broken?"
"I'm whole ... I'm whole because I'm with you.

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You're mine. You belong to me, and your warm body presses up against mine at night, and what you do with that body makes me … makes me wonder how I ever lived without you.

I missed you," she said softly, her breath against his cheek making his body harden everywhere.
"You too."
"It's terrible to be this infatuated."
"I agree."
"I haven't felt this alive in years."
"Me either."
"Screw the interview," she said breathlessly. "Let's make out."
He saw stars. Literally. Stars. How was this possibly his life? Beautiful women did not show up on the doorsteps of disabled vets and proposition them.
"Are you an alien?" he asked.
"Not that I know of."
"Are we on Candid Camera?"
She took a quick look around the room. "You never know, but my guess is no."
"Is someone paying you a vast sum of money to make me feel like this?"
She bit her lower lip, as if deep in thought. "Not that I recall, but if a million dollars suddenly hits my account, I'll give you half."
"You must be for real. Fine. You win. Let's go make out.

I'm going to do whatever I have to do to make you fall for me Daisy.

I'll make you come. I'll hold you while you sleep. I'll change for you. I'll live for you. I'll never let you go.

I love you ... I've loved you for so long, I don't know how to stop.

This is real life," she said softly. "We're not a fairytale."
"Open your eyes and see. This is love. We are a fucking fairytale.

I like you just the way you are." ***

Words could never quite express what it means to us. Respectfully,

Sometimes life offers you something unexpected, and when it does, you have a responsibility to explore it.

She loved him in a deep and singular way, almost as though God had crafted one heart in heaven, then split it between Holden's body and hers, fating her to a never-ending longing to be with him, or a fractional life without him. She

My body is marked with you. My arms. My chest. My eyes. My head. My heart." Tears rolled down her cheeks. "I can't erase you. I'd have to die to be free of you. D-don't you see that, Gris? C-can't you see? There is only you for me.

It was a very new love growing inside of her heart - so new and so young that she felt fiercely protective of it. As though the seed of love had been planted in the warm earth of her heart several weeks ago, just now it was starting to sprout roots she knew would climb deep into her soul, with tiny green tendrils that would one day burst through her to entangle with his. Too little warmth or water or sun could make the seed wither, and with all of her heart and all of her soul, she wanted this love to grow deep and tall and strong, because somewhere deep and certain inside of her, she knew what was happening between her and Stratton could be the love of a lifetime.

You listen to me, Lance Hamilton, and you listen good. If you ever go near Savannah Carmichael again with anything but the utmost respect, I will come back here with my Army-issued sidearm and I will shoot your balls off your body. That is a bona fide goddamned promise. Nod if you understand me.

You terrify me." She smiled, wiggling beneath him before pushing her pelvis up against his. "I'm harmless." "You're lethal." "I'm waiting.

I have to hide here. You don't." She frowned at him. "Do you?" "Yes. I do. I scare little children. Hell, I scare adults." "You don't scare me.

Sometimes my sadness and my anger still feel as hard as ice; that's how I saw them for a long time, in fact. Sadness and anger, an infinitely wide, infinitely thick casing of frost around my heart. Many days, I didn't know how my heart kept beating. And there were days, I'm ashamed to admit now, I just wished it would stop.
But it kept throbbing with life, like it knew that someday the ice would melt. I both dread and welcome the idea of that day. Loving someone new will hold such immeasurable risk for me- how could I bear losing someone all over again?- but living like this for the rest of my life? In a constant state of grief? It's the only thought more unbearable than moving on. Because this isn't living. This is barely existing.

Boy, you don't know when the hell to shut up!" Lance sat back miserably, staring up at Asher, every bit of piss and vinegar gone. "Listen up, Lance. This is the last time I'll talk nice to you before I make your face look like a copy of mine. You're not filing anything. Not against me. Not against her. If you ever dare to bother Savannah again, I will find Serena Shepherd, and I will pay whatever it takes to bring her back to Danvers and have her corroborate every word Savannah Carmichael says about you. So unless you want to be known as the county rapist and be taking it up the ass in lockup for the next decade, you will leave this alone and you will never go near Savannah Carmichael again. You hear me, you goddamned rapist?" "I hear you. I hear," Lance mumbled, slumping back in his chair, utterly defeated.

And I had nine years to sort out how I feel about you ... nine years. It's not impulsive to want to be with you, Daisy. If anything, it's long overdue.

I've been half dead for ten years, Gris, but then you walked back into my life, and I came alive again. You make me want to live. You make me want to be a better man.
I love you, and when I said that, I mean that you're my reason for breathing, for eating, for drinking, for sleeping, for living. I will never hurt you. I will never leave you. I will always protect you. There is no one more important to me than you, and as long as I live, there never will be.

There's only you for me. I'll wait for you.

This girl. Everything about this girl made him want, made him long, made him yearn to change his life, start his life, finally live his life after a decade of going through the motions. He wanted to get a better job to take care of her. He wanted to stop fighting because she disapproved of it. He wanted enough money to have every tally mark lasered from his arm. He wanted some sort of guarantee that she'd never, ever leave him again. And he wanted all of it now. Yesterday. Ten years ago, and every day since.

Ya get what ya get, and ya don't get upset,

He was in love with her, but he had no idea what to do about it.

Even when we were apart, we were still together. Even when I thought you were gone, you still lived inside my heart.

And his mother, Ursula, whom he called Fancy,

You walked out of my dreams fully formed. I wasn't about to let you walk away.

Holden, are you whole or broken? Stone to stone. I jump, you jump. Keep your fingers over the letters.

The heart wants what the heart wants. Beyond common sense. Beyond higher reason.

Because for the rest of my life," she said, dropping his eyes to gather her courage before lifting her chin and spearing him with her gaze, "I only want to be with you.

I want the chance to know you, and I need the chance for you to know me. And, well, if you don't like me, I won't try to keep you by me. I'll let you got … But I'd like to introduce myself to you." He stood up a little straighter. "I'd like that chance.

Familiar like a forgotten song from long ago that takes you back to a moment the second you hear it. And you recognize who you were. Then. And now. And you have to figure out how to reconcile the two.

She loved him in a way that was necessary, not luxurious. She loved him like the tide loves the sand - trapped together, one lost without the other, pushed and pulled, but never ripped apart. She loved him in a deep and singular way, almost as though God had crafted one heart in heaven, then split it between Holden's body and hers, fating her to a never-ending longing to be with him, or a fractional life without him.

Asher Lee," said Savannah breathlessly, standing up at the table, her knees wobbly from the force of her feelings. "What did you just do for me?" "Savannah Carmichael," he said, his face softening with the most tender, loving smile she'd ever seen. "I love you. Don't you know I'd do anything for you?" She

I'm not goin' anywhere, Gin. My heart belongs to you. If you're ever ready to give me yours, well, you come find me, darlin'. I'll be waitin'.

Stop shakin' your head, Griselda Schroeder, because this is my truth, and I am sharing it with you, and you need to respect that.

You can have this heart to break," he said softly, devoutly, surrendering everything to her – his dignity, his control, his very soul – "if there's even the smallest chance you might want it someday. Because here is what I know: even if you can't ever give me yours, mine already belongs to you.

For the first time in almost a decade, who he was and what he wanted took precedence over how he looked. The man inside, who'd hidden from the world in hurt and anger, was almost completely gone now, and in his place sat Asher Lee - confident and uncertain, fierce and tender, protective, wistful, loyal, vulnerable, attractive, and complicated - made whole again by the love of Savannah Carmichael.

It does no good to stake a claim on someone's heart. Unless they give it to you, it isn't yours to take. All you can do is share your heart and hope she wants it. All you can do is offer it and hope she takes it. All you can do is love her and hope to God she finds a way to love you back.

You don't want me to fight? I won't fight. You want me to break up with Gemma? She's gone. You want me to quit my shit job, give up my apartment in Charles Town, and move to Maryland? Done. You want to go to college? I'll make it happen. "I've been half d-dead for ten years, Gris, but then you walked back into my life, and I came alive again. You make me want to live. You make me want to be a better man. "I love you, and when I say that, I mean that you're my reason for breathing, for eating, for drinking, for sleeping, for living. I will never hurt you. I will never leave you. I will always protect you. There is no one more important to me than you, and as long as I live, there never w-will be.

This isn't the sort of love that ends," he said softly. "It's forever. It doesn't matter if you go to Phoenix and I stay here for a while. We'll find each other again. Do you know that, Savannah Carmichael?

He didn't need to get up and look in the ornate, gilt-edged mirror over the massive fireplace to know that calamitous was the accurate word for his face. His right eye drooped, and the right half of his face was a gnarled mess of scar tissue. He was missing a small chunk of his nose on the right side, and he wore his hair shaggy to conceal the scar where his right ear used to be. But no amount of hairstyling could conceal the fact that his right arm was missing below the elbow. And his right leg, also injured in the blast, would always cause him to walk with a slight limp. Once a handsome young man, he was now a monster. A beast.

I love her. I love her. I love her. I love her. And this time, I will never let her go.

Like no one had ever come before.
Like no one could ever come after.
And as his heart thundered painfully behind his ribs, he knew-
for the very first time after years of hunting-what it felt like to surrender.

The thing about surviving something truly tragic is that it changes your expectations forever. You make do with very little. You're grateful for crumbs.
Asher

He kissed her like his life depended on it, because it did, and like he'd die if they stopped, because he might, and because he never wanted to live another day of his life unless it included kissing Daisy Edwards.

Lately she'd been able to grin again. It's not that she was happy, but life kept moving, kept demanding to be lived,

And just like that, the strangest sensation started in her chest, like the valves of her heart were zapped with the electricity of their touch, jolted awake with the recovery of her smile, flexing slowly at first, but gaining momentum with each passing second until her heart was pumping at full speed.

And when you love someone, you find out what they need, and you take pleasure in offering it to them the best you can ...

He was a miracle to her. A reward after struggle. Safety after fear. Tenderness after disappointment. And ever since the first moment she'd met him, she felt as though Erik was the person the world had intended for her, for whom she was destined; the cool, doubting cynic whom she was somehow able to help transform into the warm, tender romantic who held her as he slept beside her.

And I'll tell you something else. I'm not worried that you'll find someone else, because there isn't anyone else on the face of the earth who could ever love you as much as I do. It's impossible because no man has ever loved a woman as much as I love you. And I'm not worried about me finding someone else, because you brought me back from the dead and gave me a second chance at life.

She looked at him like he mattered, like she needed him, like all the happiness in her world was somehow bound to him, and it made a fierce longing, like he'd never experienced before, spring up within him.

She would always love Holden. She would always want Holden. But until she could have him, she was going to live the best-possible version of her life, and one day - hopefully one day - they'd find their way back to each other again.

I fell in love with you when I was ten years old because you were pretty and you weren't mean. And I would've died so many times in this life if it hadn't been for you ... my angel, my friend, my family, my hope, my joy, my love.