L. H. Cosway Quotes

Ronan's eyes widened as though I'd just told him Santa Claus and Genghis Khan had been having a torrid love affair since the twelfth century.

Lille lost her way

ECassChoosesPikachu: Patrick's new favorite joke: What do you call an alligator in a vest? An "investigator" HA!
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Every memory makes me who I am right now, in this moment. Good or bad, all experiences shape you.

Cruelty is seldom forgotten. You feel it as a child. Somebody takes away your toy or thoughtlessly kicks over your sand castle. A beautiful boy walks into your life, sees something he doesn't like or doesn't understand, and painstakingly endeavours to make you feel how much he hates you, to be constantly aware of the flaws that provoke that hatred. And then you grow older and wiser, but you don't forget the cruelty. You can't forget it, because there is nothing stronger, nothing more palpable in the human brain than the memory of mistreatment.

The moment you walk into a room you brighten it, Lucy Fitzpatrick, and I for one feel like the luckiest bastard in the world for having known you.

I want epic love, like you see in the movies. I want it so desperately that it fills my heart when I even think about the possibility of it.

You're a bit of an odd duck aren't you Freda,' she says, her glasses hanging too low on her nose. 'Quack,' I reply.

Firing up my iPod, I selected my favorite workout playlist and started at a slow jog. "The Final Countdown" came on, putting me instantly in the zone.

I couldn't stop wondering about what he meant when he said she'd been through a lot. It was out of the ordinary for me to be this curious about a virtual stranger.
Then again, I was still figuring out what my ordinary was. Maybe I'd always been a busybody, just too shitfaced all the time to indulge the impulse.
This thought made me grin.

Because I can only see my dreams clearly when I look through you first.

I feel ... very protective of you. Irrationally so? Yeah, maybe. But it's just the way it has to be. I promise you, once you realize all I want to give you, you'll like it. Hell you'll love it. This is us, and this is permanent.

Sometimes we're cruellest to the ones we care about the most.

Don't call your family 'the fam', Sean. It sounds douchey. Another two syllables won't kill you," I chided playfully.

Sean's smirk indicated he was enjoying my criticism, and I didn't understand that, either. "This coming from the girl with hair like a packet of Skittles."

"My hair isn't douchey," I said, and flicked a few locks over my shoulder. "It brings joy to all those who gaze upon it.

I'd practically groped her under the guise of helping her get out a stain, but still, she looked like she found me about as appealing as second-hand underpants.

My hand moves of its own volition, probably more out of shock than anything else, and I slap him hard right across the face. The room falls silent, and everyone's looking at me like I'm some kind of crazy person.

You saw me, changed my life, made it better, and I'm completely fucking in love with you.

peering up at me like he wanted to know all my secrets, or at least borrow them.

Something decidedly female was going on in her head, something of the mystery-to-men variety. I had no idea what she was thinking, but she looked both aggrieved and remorseful. I held very still because it seemed like the safest thing to do.
We stared at each other.

I like the him that's underneath the clothes and the painted face.

I did, Matilda. I might tell you that you're mine, but you need to understand that it goes both ways. I belong to you, too.

What was it about my obsession with romance that always made me feel embarrassed? Like it was a silly, girlish thing to obsess about. In reality, it was what we all wanted, right?

I needed to get a handle on this girlish exhilaration. This girlish exhilaration needed a reality check. Maybe even a bitch-slap.

If Edward Cullen had of been ugly I'm sure Bella Swan wouldn't have been quite so smitten with him coming into her bedroom to watch her sleep at night. We females can be strange, shallow creatures when the mood takes us.

I don't really want tea," he murmured. "What do you want?" I asked shakily. "You," he replied.

In no particular order: baked goods, Colin Farrell's eyebrows, and the thighs of rugby players everywhere. And to the city of Edinburgh, where a love story was born.

I wanted to high-five the fuck out of myself then do a victory dance. But I didn't, because, you know, manly.

Annie ... ." "I know; I remember. I'm supposed to dab, not rub." I recalled his words from our first meeting. "Annie ... ." "Am I rubbing?" "No ... but, God, I wish you would.

The worst thing that happened to air travel in the past ten years was the bankruptcy of Xhibit Corp., the parent company of SkyMall. I recalled with clarity the first time I boarded a flight and it was missing from all usual nooks and crannies. It had been a dark day.

I may act like a snarky bitch at times, but that's mostly a front for the scared, shy girl who's hiding behind her.

I think that in the space between birth and death you can have one life, or you can have many. But in order to have many, you also need the strength to end the one that came before. And there lies the tricky part.

There's a smile in his voice when he goes on, "What are you doing in there, baby?"
"Nothing," I answer, a little too quickly.
"Okay, you keep on doing nothing. I'll just sit here while you're at it. This spot is surprisingly comfortable.

Nobody can. I'm writing a new song. It's called 'My pancakes bring all the boys to the yard'. Took my hand and I pulled him up. "So pancakes are a euphemism for. .." He paused and ran his eyes slowly over my body. Prickles tugged at my insides. "Cuddles and hugs?" I barked a laugh. "Yep. I give the best cuddles and hugs in all of London.

Do you ever wish, Alexis, that your heart was just that little bit smaller, so that you didn't have to care quite so much?

What would you suggest, then?"

"I already told you that I quite like Mother Fitzpatrick," she reluctantly teased.

"Oh, fuck no. That's not happening," I said and let my voice drop as I moved closer so that our arms were touching. "Though I won't object to your calling me Daddy."

Her eyes got really big then, and I burst out laughing. "I'm joking, Annie; relax. I'm joking."

We were stepping out of the lift when she exhaled, "Thank God."

"I know." I chuckled. "I think I might have even creeped myself out with that one.

I saw us on the roof of the Villas, so young and innocent, falling in love. I saw us spending every day together, full of passion and excitement to have found someone that fit us so perfectly.

Mullets and questionably tight pants aside, the best music in the world was '80s rock, and I had no qualms about admitting it. I didn't want music that was maudlin and depressing - I wanted music that put me in a good mood and made the world look a little bit brighter.

because I'm terrible at almost everything else in life. Take walking or talking, for instance, never mind attempting both at the same time. Or smiling. Or not being weird. Or not creeping people out. Or not being the cause of every awkward silence in a five-mile radius.

ECassChoosesPikachu: I'm not crying, I just have onions, pepper spray, and severe acute depression in my eye.
SeanCassinova: See you after work, I'll be the bloke holding the sign: Free Hugs

Why talk to a person if you had nothing in common with them? What would that accomplish, other than a painfully stunted conversation?

Sometimes I wish my brain didn't always have to warn me about things. Stupid people seem to live such easy, carefree lives.

And here's a life lesson for you, Miss Anderson. I'm not pretending.

We spend so much time striving for status that we don't realise it's the people in our lives that bring us real happiness." I

Sometimes I think my own brain might be a bitch whose sole purpose is to make me feel shitty. To quote Malcolm from Malcolm in the Middle, "Why won't my brain let me be happy?

It just seems like all men pale in comparison to the illusionist under my roof.

I have a history of trying to fix that which is broken, and I still don't think I've fully learned that people can't be fixed, they have to fix themselves.

You're so full of yourself."
"You wish you were full of myself," he retorts.
I shiver and blush. "I can't tell if that was the best comeback ever or the worst.

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Maybe I would get a ferret. A cat just felt too benign. My kind of crazy deserved an ambiguously cute rodent with a penchant for biting.

Cruelty is easy, and it breeds only misery. Kindness is harder, and you have to be brave to give it. To be cruel, you can stay closed off from everyone, wear a mask, but to be kind, in essence, to show love, you have to make yourself vulnerable, show your true self to someone and open yourself up to rejection.

I want to ruin you Freda, in the best way possible.

Fuck." He stares at me for a long time. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. This is the most beautiful thing I've ever felt."
And those are the most beautiful words that have ever been said to me.

I didn't mince my words, I said inappropriate crap, I acted inappropriately, and seemingly King found all of this endearing for whatever reason.

She doesn't understand why I'd want to go by the name of some middle aged van driver when I could go by a pretty name like Freda. I told her I like to be economical with syllables.

I snorted a surprised laugh and then covered my mouth with the hand that wasn't currently touching his hip.
His answering laugh - a shocked bark likely caused by the sound of my inelegant snort - made me laugh even harder.
"What is that sound? Are you snorting?" He squeezed my shoulders as we crossed the street, his voice thick with amusement.
I snorted again - because when I laugh, I snort like the love child of a pig and an alligator unless I hold my nose, in which case I sound like I've got a terrible case of the hiccups - which made him laugh even harder.

The epic love I've always wanted was with me all along, and it's nothing like what I imagined. It's better, because it's real. It's not perfect or pretty. It's full of mistakes and sacrifices, and sometimes even ugliness.

I never stopped loving you, not even in my darkest hour.

She said seals sexually assault penguins and deserved to be clubbed. That woman is nuttier than a Snickers bar.

You wanted me?" I said quietly.
"All the time."
"I never saw. I thought I was the one who watched you."
"You were. That's why I started watching back.

You'll always be my friend, won't you Fred? Don't let me fuck this up. I need you in my life now. I need the golden eyed girl who can make me smile.

I didn't get far when he was suddenly behind me. He looped his finger through my belt and practically
dragged me to the corner he'd been standing in.
"What the fu ... ."
"Stay still," he ordered. "I need you to block the wind."
I didn't have any snappy comebacks, so I simply stood there, amazed by his gruffness. Hadn't anyone ever taught him simple manners? When I looked at him, I thought that maybe they hadn't. I could easily imagine him as a little Mowgli type, being raised by animals in the jungle.

Eggs: Could go to my grave quite happily without ever seeing another one.

It's not poop, it's chocolate ... just don't try to eat it because it's full of E. coli.

I haven't been everywhere, but it's on my list

I liked Sean Cassidy. I liked him with something more than just my vagina.

Jumping into action, I chased after them to the bank of lifts. Sean pressed the button to go down as I caught up to them.
"Talk to me. Give me ten minutes."
She turned to look at me, a galaxy of emotion in her eyes. "There's nothing - "
"Please," I urged, almost begging.
The lift doors slid open and she stepped inside. I followed suit, while Sean hung back. "Actually, I need to use the bathroom. I'll meet you in the lobby, Eilish," he said just as the doors closed.
"Sean!" she yelled, but he was already gone.
If looks could kill, Cassidy would be six feet under. Eilish glared at the smooth, polished metal with absolute murder in her eyes.
I, on the other hand, could've fucking kissed her cousin. With tongue.

Make mistakes, Lille. Walk on the cracks. Break the rules that were made to be broken.

I'll never hit a lady, but I'll slap a bitch.

We all have thoughts that we would never, ever vocalise. And people who say they don't are liars.

Nicholas is gay, isn't he," she says, her voice dripping with dejection.
I shrug, again remembering his proposition from last night. "Not necessarily. The jury's still out. There's hope for a Christmas wedding yet," I tell her.

No one's playing games. I like you a whole hell of a lot, Karla. I've told you that already, so stop trying to convince yourself otherwise"
All the air left me when he moved forward, backing me into the door and cupping my face in his hands, his gaze reverent. "Give me a chance, and I'll prove to you that everything you think you see is blurred by perception.

Do you want to know what my favourite part of your body is?"

I saw her swallow before she rolled her eyes and gestured to her chest. "I'll take a wild guess, shall I?"

I grinned. "Nope, though they are a close second."

"Go on then, enlighten me," she said, pretending to be bored. If the goose bumps on her arms were anything to go by, she definitely wasn't bored.

Feeling brave, I brought my hand to the lower part of her belly and stroked downward. "This part. It's all round and soft. I'd love to fall asleep right here.

What did you do?"
Rubbing my forehead, I grimaced, preparing myself for Josey's reaction. "I went into the bathroom. When I came back out ten minutes later, he was gone."
Her mouth fell open and she gave me her uneven-eyes stare, where she made one eye slightly larger than the other.
"Don't give me that look."
"What look?"
"That look. The one you use instead of saying you're a fecking eejit."
"Oh, that look." She blinked and her eye sizes normalized. "Was I giving you that look?"
"Yes."
"Good.

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So, you see, in essence, cruelty is a cycle. A person inflicts it and it spreads. It simply breeds more and more of itself in a loop.

Do you want anything from the shop?" definitely ranked as one of my top three favorite sentences of all time. It's right up there with, "School's been cancelled because of the weather" and "Would you like me to go down on you first?

Sometimes we see someone and they just suit us. They're beautiful to us in every way. You're that person to me.

It's sad to think how humanity has been reduced to being more comfortable communing through the medium of a keyboard, rather than having a real life conversation.

There are just as many molecules in a single breath as there are stars in all the galaxies.

Wow, I think my crush just disappeared. Cowardice was a surprisingly big turn-off.

Hurting with you is better than a painless life without you.

You're the love of my life, and I need you so much I can't breathe without it.

The man was more highly strung than Margaret Thatcher on the rag, God rest her.

I've never seen a more exquisite sight than you when you're all turned on, darlin'. You know that?

My love ... I don't always want you tied up. I want you free. I want you wild. I want you brave. I want you any way I can get you. I want you now, and I want you for the rest of my life.

Ronan: I miss your taste. Come over.
Her reply was almost immediate.
Annie: I'm working. You'll see me tonight.
Oh, no way was she getting off that easily. I went into full-on sext mode.
Ronan: I want to make you come with my mouth.
Annie: Ronan! I'm at the office and Gerta is RIGHT BESIDE ME!
Ronan: Gotta say, that kinda makes it hotter.

I don't think I'll ever be the man you deserve Freda."
"You already are.

If I was into girls, I'd do you," I tell him honestly. He leans forward conspiratorially. "Psst, I'll let you in on a secret Fred," he glances sheepishly from side to side. "I actually have a cock. Don't tell anyone, it would ruin my reputation. But feel free to do me any time you want.

Ronan glanced at me and did a completely ridiculous, cartoonish double-take complete with wide eyes, agape mouth, raised eyebrows, and three blinks.

You've got me under your skin now, Lille.

A picture is just a picture, but add music and there's emotion. There's a story.

Christ, I need you," he swears. "If you don't stop me now, I'm going to fuck you, darlin'."
He licks a line from my neck to my earlobe, taking it into his mouth and sucking, his tongue flickering.
"Jay," I moan his name, and an appreciative groan rumbles up out of his chest. "Yes. Please.

You've got a wonderful way with words, disgusting but wonderful.

It was just an ordinary night. He didn't think anything extraordinary would happen. Until it did. Turning a corner onto the bustling night time street, he saw her all in blue. The woman from his painting was a living, breathing thing ... and she was so completely still.

No one knows who I am ... that I am she ... that she is me.

I'll miss you," he said, a catch in his voice. Those three little words held all the emotion of a hundred lifetimes, and we were both in danger of drowning under the weight of them.

I confronted her about it a few times, but she always denies it. She's so far inside the closet, Lana, she might as well be halfway to Narnia. My sister has some serious issues with coming out.

The bigger our hearts, the more beautiful our souls.

You know," he says, voice still low."I have had nothing but trouble since you walked into my life." "I'd walk straight back out of it if only you'd let me.

So yes," Sean gave me a pointed look, "I approve of it wholeheartedly. In fact, seduce her again."

I coughed, choking on nothing, and sputtered, "What? What did you say?"

"I said seduce her. And do it now. She has more unresolved feelings for you than Jennifer has for Brad." He paused, then added, "And do a good job. Do a great job."

I stared at him for several seconds, dumbfounded. "Of course I'll do a great job."

Sean pointed at me accusingly. "I'm serious. Look up some moves or watch some videos, do whatever it takes to make sure she enjoys herself."

Now I was offended. "Fuck you, Sean. Of course she'll enjoy herself. She'll like it so much she'll beg for-"

"Hey." My teammate narrowed his eyes, slicing his hand through the air. "I don't need or want to know the specifics. I'm just saying, take good care of her. Take excellent care of her. Give her everything she needs. And don't be selfish."

"I won't be." I shook my head with the denial, staring at Sean.

Staring at him because . . .

Did he just tell me to seduce his cousin?

It's always only been you. It only ever will be.

Little did she know, I really did want to get hurt. It was irrational and probably stupid, but I wanted to feel the pain of having my emotions stomped all over. All of the best creative minds in the world had their hearts broken. It's what made their art genuine, vital, human. It had the potential to elevate me from just a "good" artist into a great one.