Kennedy Ryan Quotes

I like the color of smart, the shade of funny, and sexy is my favorite hue.

What should be foreign feels familiar.

My throat holds my breath hostage. And my heartbeat? Prestissimo, my music instructor called it in high school. Very, very fast.

Sometimes the heart speaks in whispers, and by the time we hear, by the time we listen, it's too late…

I'm the famous one. The rich one. The one who has nothing left to prove, but she holds every card. Especially the ones with hearts.

Mama always reminded me that love keeps no record of wrongs. I didn't know until now that true love, pure love, the right love, doesn't keep that record because it can't. I can't. I have to forgive Rhyson because I have to be with him. I just want it to be right. I want us to be right. To

My mother's story has no end. Her life was interrupted mid-sentence -a dangling participle. An infinite etcetera of dots, but no period.

But now and for the rest of my life, Kai is the living, breathing address that is my home. She's my entire damn zip code. In

No matter what happens, my heart and my soul, I give them to you. They're yours to keep." "Yours to keep," I echo back to him, threading our fingers together. "The only thing that's true, that's real, is this, Pep." He pulls my other hand over his heart, pressing his hand over mine. "So you don't have to worry about losing me. You can't lose me. My soul is lodged that deeply in yours. I'm completely yours.

Is it really faith if it doesn't require you to stretch yourself beyond the rational? Past your questions?

Dude had serious game." Grip laughs. "No one writes about love and sex and passion like Neruda.

There's something helpless about truly being in love, the kind of love they write songs about, that inspires poetry and launches ships and wreaks havoc. It leaves you slightly off balance, controlling when you mean to cherish, smothering when you mean to hold close.

Screw it. Girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

Ask me when your belly is full like the moon,
and our love has stretched your body with my child,
leaving your skin, once flawless,
now silvered, traced, scarred,
I will worship you.
My eyes will never stray.
My heart will never wander,
gladly leashed to you all my days.
I am fixed on you.

I warned you that I'm not like other girls. I don't have those limits. I'd do anything for you. It sounds romantic until it crosses your lines, huh? Until it goes too far.

I'm his and he's mine.

Healthy people can own their mistakes and, over time, move on.

Every time I'm near her I want to pour accelerant all over my anger so it burns us both to ash.

Watching you guys trying to be friends is like watching porn with no penetration. Really hot, but no climax.

I look at her, cataloging her features one by one and realizing the most fascinating thing about this girl isn't visible to the naked eye.

Don't you feel how connected we are?" I ask. "If I break your heart, I break mine." A sweet smile spreads over her lips and she nods.

But if you don't ride me hard enough, I'm flipping you over and tearing that ass up. Got it?"
"That sounds fair." I nod frantically, no breath left for banter. I'm just ready to impale myself on him.

And when the years have passed,
and we have watched a thousand sunsets,
and we are bent,
our bodies crooked with age
ask me again.
In the twilight,
in the shadow of the life we have shared,
ask me if I love you,
and my heart will answer before my lips can part.
My love, my life,
my heart never left your hands.
Always, evermore, even after.
Still.

I'll never forget this moment when, through the abject fear and despair and exhaustion saturating her eyes, I glimpse her trust in me. It's the greatest gift I've ever received.

If you were mine, Iris there would be no doubt what position you'd hold in my life. You'd be center. I'd play you at the five.

Is it simple that I can't stop thinking about you? About the kiss in that hospital room?" He took one step, eating up the small space separating them until he knew she could hear his whisper. "About how you taste? How you feel? Is that simple, Kerris?

You're worth the risk.

Oh, I want you." Lust roughens his voice. Love makes it soft. His gaze drops, a lazy, heated sweep over my body, a sweet searing of my skin. The look is as heavy as a stroking hand, but so gentle that I barely feel its tantalizing weight.

Rhyson's words set my heart free like a stampede of wild notes across a music staff, falling off the lines, running off the page. I'm a composition out of control, without form. Freestyled. Improvised. Unsure of where we're going, but certain that it's right. Sure that in the end, it will be a thing of beauty. "You

Marlon James, you better fix her."
It takes the rest of the day to reprogram Nina...

You have no idea what I'd do for you if you'd let me." He runs his thumb over my bottom lip., his touch light, but enough to seize my breath. Enough to triple my heartbeat. "But one day you will.

He's dictating my heartbeat, governing my pulse, holding my next breath cupped in his hands.

In the words of that great comedic philosopher Kevin Hart, "We gon' learn today!

We splinter into a thousand pieces in her kitchen, becoming more together than we were apart. More than we were alone. With whispered promises and words of love, we exchange hearts.

We feel the things we need to know instead of say them. With my chest pressed to his back, forgiveness, love, understanding, and tenderness transfer noiselessly between the layers of our clothes, an emotional osmosis through blood and bone, through hurt and fear.

As much as she lights up a room, dancing, laughing from time to time, I'm beginning to see that just beneath the surface of Kai, there is as much shadow as there is shine.

Your love goes past the heart,

In my dreams I choose him, my prince, instead of the fraud. In this parallel universe, at this second-chance juncture, I turn right instead of choosing wrong… and there only there, we are together.

You are the best decision my heart ever made.

Traditions are the memories of those before us, breathed to life when we carry them on.

What color are you?" he repeats, his eyes never leaving my face. "You, Bristol, are a freaking prism.

We both gave each other space to be misunderstood, because we really wanted to understand.

People don't belong to each other, Cam. People love each other.

I don't know how not to love you.