Krista Ritchie Quotes

In this moment, I'm yours.

We breathe, Lily defends our relationship. My brows rise. Let's not kid ourselves. We struggle with our codependency on a daily basis.

Lo: "How much did it hurt?"
Ryke: "Did what hurt?"
Lo: "Watching her with other guys."
Ryke: "It felt like someone was drowning me in fucking salt water and lighting me on fire.

I watched Maximoff Hale on-screen profess his undying love for Power Ranges and excitedly say, 'I hope that if I have a brother or a sister, they'll like Power Rangers too.'

Public Fact: Xander Hale is a Power Ranger every year for Halloween.

He's my drug that I gladly consume.

Lo feigns surprise. "You like bruises? Jesus Christ, love. I don't even know you anymore.

I'm feeling a lot lamer than usual. I mean, I know I'm half-lame most of the time, with flat comebacks and unintentional demonic glares. But I'm reaching new levels.

This is an ego-free bathroom."
"Then what the fuck are you doing here?" I ask her with a tilt of my head.

But at night, that light starts to slowly wane. It's like Daisy Calloway is powered by the sun.

We all traverse in and out of people's worlds, leaving footprints. Some larger, some smaller, but there is always a mark. We can't sweep it away.

Because you were the only girl I'd ever met that was as deeply caring and as fucking lonely as me. If anyone was going to fill my heart, it was you. Only you.

He never gives up on me, even when I disappear at night. Even when I wane like the setting sun. His love is unyielding and exists to cloak me through heartache, through misery, through laughter and pain. I love him in every moment.
In every smile. In every frown.
And I will love him after every long way down.

My mind, I tell you. No one should be allowed to enter.

You've helped me for years." His brows pull hard. "Now it's time I help you, and I'm not acting like you're a leper because this guy tells me to. You may be fucking weird as hell when you and Rose start verbally sparring, but you're my weirdo best friend. That's not changing.

I'm so fucking tired of being alone. I was scared that he'd tell me to fucking leave. Because that means going back to a life I can't see for myself anymore.

He's made me appreciate myself more, love myself more, and as a result, I've come to see him as more than just a great athlete, a charismatic performer.
Nikolai Kotova is the sum of his brothers and sister. And more.
He is selfless, loyal, dedicated and wholly determined - the most responsible twenty-six-year-old, the most mature man. He is power and strength. But most importantly, he is love. And family.
He kisses me again, his hand warming the back of my neck. Whatever happens, just know that the parts of my life with you have been my favorite.

I try to explain in my own words, and I gesture to his chest. "It's in your bones; it's what keeps you alive. The foundation of your body. To suck out all the marrow of life... I think about how Thoreau went into the woods and stripped life to the barest necessities. To learn what life is really made of, the feeling of water slipping between fingers, the chilled glass in my hand, the wind that rustles your damn hair. And I think about how I feel these barest things every day with you. To live life at its most essential level so as to fully live.

I'm totally getting more ass than Ryke Meadows."
She laughs as she squirms in his hold.
"She's not getting more ass than me," he says ...
"Oh yeah? I have a boyfriend. What do you have?"
"A six-pack and a big f**cking c*ck.

Sempre toujours.
Always always.

I near her, cupping her face with large rough hands. I stare down into her yellow-green eyes. "You're not a pit stop. You're my finish line. There's no one after you." I kiss her powerfully, my tongue parting her lips, and she responds. But not as much as I hoped. So I break apart and add, "I want you for eternity, not for a brief moment in time.

I'm going to take care of you now. I'm going to fill you so deep that you're going to wish you could touch me, but you can't." Yes. "You're going to come each time I slip in." Yes. "You're going to ask me to stop to catch your breath." Yes. "I won't.

This is about Ryke. We can't burn his place of love." I snort. "His place of love is between our sister's legs.

Our love is rare. It's one I can't abandon, even if I tried. When she screams, an identical one rips through me. When she cries, my world rains with grief. When she loves, I truly, truly fly.

She shrunk into herself and waited for me to stare at her like she was gross an dirty. But I just wanted to hold her and tell her that she was worth so much more than whatever she was searching for.

Our eyes connect on a different level. The world becomes small.
No Scott.
No shower.
No rush of water or nakedness.
Just me. Just him. Just us. - Rose

My arms turn into a giant red welt. "Everyone has different bodies." "Did you just call my vagina loose?

Garrison Abbey is good.

He just has a bad reputation.

Just be yourself," Connor tells him. "I know you probably fail at written word, but in person, you usually ace being who you are."
"I'm going to ignore the part where you fucking insulted me."
Connor grins. "Why? Those are the best parts."
Ryke flips him off.

There is only one of Jane, no other person can be all of what she is, and anyone who harasses this girl might as well be tearing the wings off an angel.
I'm honoured that I get to be the one to keep her safe.
She's my duty.
I also shouldn't want to fuck an angel.

I've watched Lo become sober.
I've watched Lily curb a relentless addiction. (I'm proud of you, sis.)
I've watched Rose blaze her own trail and put fire to stereotypes.
I've watched Connor fall in love. With more than just himself.
I've watched Ryke Meadows unclip his shackles and rise again.
And me. I've discovered who I am.

Connor and Rose would belong to the smartest house in the wizarding world. No question. Before the sorting hat even touched their heads, it'd scream Ravenclaw!

Promises from Lo are like bars at 2 a.m.--empty.

I've been dealt a fuller set of cards than the ones passed to Lily and Daisy. They're just as strong, if not stronger. I've always been here as extra reinforcement, and however old we become, however gray we are, that won't ever change.

Ryke would endure hell for eternity if it meant that I could go to heaven.

Fine. Such a stupid word really. It feels empty and weightless. It's the kind of word you use to hide the truth.

I remember what Jane said about most people "crushing" on Maximoff. I can't believe it. he's such a man's man. People either admire him, want to be him, or want to fuck him.
And I never forget that out of everyone, he fell in love with me.

He's safety, the forceful gravity that grounds me, that helps stop me from ratting sideways inside a world that tries and tries to shake me.

My mom was Sara Hale.

My dad was Jonathan Hale.

I was no one's son.

What black eyes you have ... "
"All the better to devour you with.

Get ready, darling. This may spin your head.

I flip him off. He mimes catching and pocketing it. "Thanks. I needed a fuck you for later.

You said you wanted an in-your-face, overjoyed kind of love that knocks you backwards." He takes a beat. "But our love is that and better. Our love is headstrong. It never yields, never dies. And when it knocks you backwards, it pulls you upright again.

Connor wears a billion-dollar grin. Words are my favorite sex toy,

Boys are like pillars," Rose tells me. "Ryke is something to lean on. But they don't make you move. You have to do that for yourself.

I know what you want, and you don't need to take it. I can give it to you.

Neither of us is willing to give up what we love for each other.

I usually dumb down around the intellectually deficient so I don't come off like a complete prick.

He's unshaven, so he looks a little older than twenty-five, his actual age. And his brows do this thing where they furrow hard, like he's in a bad mood. But really, he's just brooding. It's his normal expression, one that's insanely attractive in this possessive - I will protect you even if it fucking kills me - quality that I didn't think I would like until I met him. And it drew me in like this magnetic pull or a moth to a flame. All those cheesy things people say about attraction.

He says under his breath, "I'm going to fuck you hard, Rose." He strokes my head and leans me to his chest. "So hard that you're not going to be able to walk in the morning."
Why does that sound so good?

I tuck a strand of my dyed blonde hair behind my ear. It's waist-length and has a habit of being everywhere all the time. Like right now. I am pretty much swaddled in it. I empathize greatly with Rapunzel. She had it rough.

You'll be okay. You won't see it today, maybe not even tomorrow, but one day, you'll wake up and you'll want to live.

I could not live without Lo. He is as much a part of me as the sun is a part of the sky, as the earth is to the universe.
I need him in order to wake up in the morning.
I need him to feel whole.

It's like leaving the bathroom with a piece of toilet paper hanging from my pants.

Anything else has no relevance. I can't be what you need me to be. So you'll have to accept this version or waste your time questioning something that has no answer. I know acceptance isn't easy when you're unsure of what you're accepting, but all I can say is that you're accepting me as me.

He's masculine and tough and someone who chooses to feed my needs first and his second.

He stares down into me and says, "I'll keep her safe."
My eyes well with tears while my lips pull high. "Against the world, Loren Hale?"
"Yeah," he nods. "Against the world, Lily Calloway. I'm familiar with that battle.

Lo pitched Superheroes & Scones to his father as a marketing strategy for Halway Comics. But I know the idea has nothing to do with his company. What he did was buy me something of my own, something I could look forward to after college. He found me happiness ...

Joana starts looking around Beckett, stepping close like she's trying to find something. She pretends to search behind him.

Beckett frowns and gracefully one-eighties to face her. "What are you doing?" He has that iconic what the fuck face that has been meme'd to death on Reddit.

"Oh sorry," Joana says like she's not sorry at all. "I was looking for the mattress that's always attached to your back."

Charlie chokes on his champagne.

You think you're indebted to your parents because they gave you everything you have. But they didn't give you what fucking mattered. They owe you. They owe you for not asking why their daughter isn't home. Why she looks distant and sad. Why she has barricaded herself in a fucking apartment with her boyfriend. They have failed you, and if they tell you to get on a fucking plane or go to rehab – where we all know you shouldn't be – then you need to tell them to go to hell. And if you don't, Lo and I will. I promise you that.

Remember how when we were little?" I whisper. "You'd chase me around before midnight."
"You always ran out of breath."
"I wanted you to catch me."
"I thought so."
"Catch me," I whisper.
"I already have," he murmurs.

We're kerosene together. And we've finally lit the match.
In my head, there's no going back.

I notice Rose, dressed in a silk black robe, by the coffee pot. She tries to fix the machine, but Connor whispers to her too, drawing her away from the broken thing. With fire beneath her yellow-green gaze, Rose looks just as unaltered by the years. Just as fucking immortal. Just as enduring. Is it surprising - that they'd be equal in this measure too? It never has been to me. As I pass them to the side door, I see their spouse's names on their lips. Richard. Rose. War and love is in their eyes

You are human. You love who you love.
You fuck who you fuck. That should be enough - no labels.
- Connor Cobalt

I breathe deeply, and he hovers above me. "I'm going to fuck you," he says, yanking off my pants. The cold nips my skin. "I'm going to have sex with you." He kisses me strongly while lifting my sweater off my head. "I'm going to make love to you." His eyes bore into mine. "All at fucking once." His gaze dances over my features. "Not because of a fucking theory. I can't think of a place I'd rather be right now than with you. Truth is, I can't think of a place I'd rather be in fifty fucking years than next to you.

What's the point of speaking up when no one hears you?

I want you for eternity, not for a brief finish line.
There's no one after you.

You don't make me miserable. You make me want to live. And I want to live with you.

You're a permanent fixture in my life. You're not going anywhere.

Look how far we've come. Look at us now. Ache for ache. Smile for smile. I only ever wanted to live this life with her.

I inhale, trying not to smile. "Maybe I can try to accept your apology."
"Maybe," he repeats like I'm full of shit and I've already scribbled hearts about M + F in my diary. Just so you know, I don't have a diary. And if I did…Farrow would be all over it.

Assigned seating. I curse you.

I just wish you could love me more than you hate him,
-Lo to Ryke

His lips rise. "I usually dumb down around the intellectually deficient so I don't come off like a complete prick." I think he just called me stupid.

You keep saying that you make my life dismal and bleak. But my world never felt as bright, as worthwhile and full, until I met you.

I'm dirty," I refute, hot tears brimming. "You don't want me." His face twists in pain. "I don't think that. Neither should you." His lips graze my neck and then find my ear. "Lil, I want you to ask me. I need you to." He presses his forehead to my temple, gently edging me closer to the mattress, his hands tight on my hips. I continue to struggle for breath. I know what he wants now. He wants this to be real. So do I. "Help me," I say, breathlessly.

I'm in love with you," I whisper.
He tries to smile but his eyes flood instead. "Don't love me more than your dreams, myshka. Because I love you too much to let you give them up for me.

There's something so human and warm about my dad.
It's his love of the people around him.
His love for his wife and children.
His love for me. It's more powerful than anything I've ever known.

He is power. Man. And strength. He is charm and desire and indestructible things.
I want to emit an equivalent passion. I want to be strength and desire. But I'm not sure how to match him and still move. It's easy to be confident in the face of average-standing competition. It's hard to pretend you're something greater in the face of someone who's already beyond great.

Connor places his jacket on a wooden table. "I apologize for hurting you."
"I accept," I say, "but Janie's gonna need more than that."
Connor nods. "I'm aware. She already asked her mom and me to write a three-thousand word essay on why we love her. His lips pull upward, admiration for his daughter clear in his eyes.
My dad flashes a dry smile. "That's what happens when you raise a bunch of geniuses and make your family motto: loyalty to the death."
Connor grins a billion-dollar grin.

About that Hogwarts trip," I start.
His hand freezes on the doorknob.
"Lil ... " His voice is more serious. "You know it's not-"
I almost pounce on him to cover his mouth with my palm.
"Don't say it's not real."
It's just as bad as saying fairies aren't real. One of them will die as a result. We have to keep the faith.

Would you like a glass or are you still being obnoxious?

I am very, very attracted to you." The corner of his lips rise. "Funny, I'm also attracted to you. What are we going to do about that?"
"Make love and make babies.

When girls sleep around - maybe they won't be called sluts and whores. Maybe they'll be treated like guys.

Love is irrelative to some." Most people let me stop there. They never make me elaborate. But Savannah says, "And is it to you?" I have a couple fingers to my jaw, and I smile, something that looks empty and soulless on screen. "Yes," I say. "Love holds no meaning in my life.

Maybe you shouldn't talk about anal sex behind our backs," I retort, able to deduce the subject of their conversations.
"Fine, I'll talk about it to your face," Lo challenges. "I hear you like it in the ass." He raises his can of Fizz Life to me. "Cheers.

I want to live here. In his arms. Where I know it's safe.

I wish.
I wish.
I wish. And nothing ever comes true.

I've found that life is a series of crossroads, dead-ends and U-turns. There is no real destination. There is no goal to end all goals. As long as we're living, we'll always keep driving. I'm

Maybe we've already accepted that this is how we'll live and this is how we'll come to die.

I don't regret one day of breaking that rule. Because it'd mean regretting every moment that I spent with Baylee. And I don't. I just don't. I can't.

I can hear our hearts breaking.

Big bad wolf, are you going to eat me?" You're a dirty girl, Calloway. My gaze drops to her mouth. "Until you fucking scream.

I don't need you," she repeats, her voice breaking.
"You're right," he says softly. "You don't need a man, Rose." He pauses and I barely hear him whisper, "But you do need me.

He points at her. "In fact, you should stay away from any guy who doesn't make you come at least twice before he fucks you. Keep that in mind." She

You just need to know that I'm going to get banged up and you can't run and save me, wolf scout. You have to let it happen."
Maximoff daggers a glare to the ceiling, then the mirror. It finally sinks in for him too. That I'm allowed to protect him, but he can't protect me. Not in the same exact way.

Rowin glances briefly at Farrow's hand on me, then he scribbles on the chart. His eyes land on me for a short second. "You're too sweet to be with someone like Farrow."
Farrow rubs my leg. "You'd be surprised how much of a dick Maximoff is.

I'll always be yours.No distance or time apart will change that,Lily.

What is life if it's not in pursuit of the things we love?

One-hundred-and-fifty miles per hour. No brakes."
His eyes redden. Our gazes are locked, all of our experiences together rushing through us, every moment where we kissed death but never tasted it. Every time we lived life so terribly - so fully.
And then he snatches my hairband, my brown locks tumbling out of a bun. His jaw glides across my cheek, his hand protectively on the back of my head, his breath warming my ear. And he says, "I'm right beside you, Calloway.

I have so many regrets. I don't believe anyone who says they don't. How can you live life making mistakes and never wish you could take one back?