Kyra Davis Quotes

What's a woman supposed to do when her angel starts using her devil's tools?

I don't know, man." He reached into his inside pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
"Ew!" I recoiled. "You smoke?"
"Only when I drink," he said, reaching for a lighter, "or when I'm seriously depressed."
I snatched the pack away. "These will kill you, and you don't want that."
"Yeah?" he said sarcastically. "How should I get myself killed then?"
"You could hang out with me some more," I suggested. "I attract homicidal maniacs like mosquitoes, baby.

But when Robert touches me in just the right way, I forget. I forget what it is I want, or rather I forget that I want anything other than him.

I'mHereBecauseIHearYou'reDatingMySister.

If we're starting over," he says, quietly, "is it too early to say I love you?

Drinking is for the moon," she would say as she poured her wine. "Darkness hides our smaller sins. But the sun isn't so
forgiving. Light requires the innocence of sobriety.

When a spy is captured, he takes a suicide pill, believing it's better to die than be tortured. By that reasoning shouldn't those same pills be issued to anyone foolish enough to fall in love? - The Lighter Side of Death

. . . even when I'm nowhere near you I'm inside of you.

but rules are made to be broken.

A little mystery is not such a bad thing.

What I'm feeling . . . it's unfamiliar - carefree, playful, light. . . . I feel light.

You can always have the best, Kasie," I say quietly. "A woman like you never has to settle for anything.

They say a good man is worth fighting for. But a man who's good for YOU shouldn't make you fight just for the right to be in his life.

I don't have any interest in helping you keep your job," I say, shifting my weight onto my heels, suddenly tired and
resigned. "But I promise to do what I can to keep you from being fired over false pretenses. If you get thrown out of here,
it'll be your fault, not mine, and not Mr. Dade's."
"You say that now - "
" - and I'll say it tomorrow." I turn and pull open the door. "Good night, Asha. Go home and get some sleep."
"I'm not tired."
"Then go to the park and pull the wings off butterflies," I say with a sardonic smile. "That seems like the kind of
thing you would enjoy."
She smiles back, shakes her head. "Butterflies are too weak."
"Then shoot a coyote, whatever," I suggest. "But your work day's over. We all need our rest and if I'm going to be a
dictator, I'm going to try to be a benevolent one.

My devil is winning.

but my heart's all yours, so I can't give it away. Not to anyone.

I love the way you make me feel when you walk into the room, when you look at me.

He's no longer a stranger. He's my moon.

Sometimes I think the only difference between the two groups is that kids have legitimate excuses for their ignorance while adults just invent them.

I'm beginning to think that life is about passing moments and small celebrations. Without them there's only pain, fear, ambition, and, for some of us, foolish hope.

He lied to you too, Sophie"

"I know," I said softly.

"You're risking that adorable little neck of yours for an asshole."

"I am," I admitted. The fountain was now a blur as the wind played with the carefully structured pattern of the water. "But here's the thing...he's my asshole."

"Is this about ownership?" Marcus asked incredulously, "Or is it about love?"

"It's about love," I whispered. "Marcus I...I love my asshole, okay? I love him so much.

No woman has made me quiver before, but she does.

I understand - " I gasp. ". . . and you will not stand in my way." "I will not stand in your way," I parrot. It's all I can manage.

No, no, Mr. Dade, this is my ride now. I make the rules.

Sometimes we have to step out of our comfort zones. We have to break the rules. And we have to discover the sensuality of fear. We need to face it, challenge it, dance with it.

I don't want to respond to him but my body won't cooperate.

If you want to turn your life you're going to have to start making things happen and stop allowing things to happen to you

But the smile inside me never falters. And I know without a doubt that his inner smile matches mine.

Robert," she whispers, "you have my heart.

I heard people say that when you lose someone you love, they keep thinking they see him. Like when a stranger walks by, they'll do a double take to make sure it's not him. They'll hear his voice in a cafe only to realize that what they heard was the sound of some baritone DJ on the radio.

Yes, Robert Dade does make me feel powerful, vulnerable, light . . . and sometimes a little scared.