L.J. Shen Quotes

Hit-and-run or struck by lightning - a death was a death.

A heartbreak was a heartbreak.

Pain was pain.

Now that I know that it can only ever be you, you're going to get better for me so Earth won't explode. Can you do that, Sirius?

Accepting the face that you loved someone was much harder than falling for that person. It took time. And courage. But when I finally took that time, found that courage, when I finally let my guard down, I'd discovered something spectacular.

I'm so fucking in love with you, Edie Van Der Zee, I don't know where I end and where you begin anymore. I love you despite knowing that it is crazy. That our situations are disastrous. I love you knowing that you should have at least a few more experiences before you find the love.

We've waited a long time for this. I want the real thing. Not the watered-down version. And the real thing is not only beautiful. It is also ugly. I want your truth.

I wouldn't threaten someone like me when it comes to my secrets. Remember, the reason my secrets are so extreme is because I do extreme things. You don't want to mess with someone who does what I do.

But when you were on your deathbed, there was no time to be mad. Vindictiveness was thrown out the window, along with any other soul-eating, negative trait that was ingrained in us. When you were on your deathbed, time reminded you just how precious it really was. Feelings were bare and open for the world to see, poke, and dig into.

And if I want to hurt the person, is that hate? - Black

No, it's pain. You want to inflict pain on the person who caused you to hurt. I think if you hate someone, you just want them gone. - Pink

It was an impulsive decision, but then anything worth doing usually was. When you think about it, anything passionate - lust, love, violence, hatred - is spontaneous.

You came back to me like a tempest
Beautiful and dazzling and destructive
Ripping everything in your wake
Including, but not limited to, my heart

I'd finally found him. The one man scarier than my father. Not that I was looking. Because while Vicious made a lot of noise, Trent Rexroth was the silent hunter who would circle you for hours, striking when you least expect it.

Dreams are just our reality on hold, Moonshine.

Your love story started off on the wrong foot, but it will be magnificent precisely because of that.

But falling into the wrong hands is just as bad as crashing into nothing.

Love is so contaminated. It tarnishes all that is beautiful and corrupts the soul. Love is so much uglier than hate because when you hate, you're not confused. When you're in love, you're dumb.

Seahorses are Luna's favorite animal because the male seahorse is the only animal in nature to carry the baby and not the mother. The male seahorse is the one to incubate the offspring. To fall pregnant. To nest.

Dickward had the kind of smirk that would make women moan his name even when he was in another continent. He was happily married to Emilia LeBlanc-Spencer and strictly off the market. Shame they rocked the happily-in-love vibe.

Any last words?"

"I…" he started.

"Kidding. I don't give a fuck.

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She gives me storm, and I give her peace.

Even villains have a happy ending every now and again.

What would you have asked of me if I took the sea glass?'
'To save me all your firsts,

He gave me lies, and for him, I closed my eyes.

What the hell is he, anyway? Latino? Asian? Mixed Caucasian? He looks like he's been photoshopped by a bunch of horny teenagers.

an appointment with a local property tycoon who got into trouble with some Armenian gang members because he didn't want to pay them

He kissed away a tear that slid down my cheek, and I wish he hadn't, because my heart broke a little more when he showed me tenderness. I wanted the ruthless version of him, the one that didn't offer me hope, that didn't promise a happily-ever-after ending.

Contrary to general belief, stars don't twinkle. There is only one star that sparkles that scientists can agree on. It twinkles so bright, sometimes people mistake it for a UFO. It's not big, but it stands out. That's Sirius, and it's also you. You shine, Baby LeBlanc. So fucking bright sometimes you're the only thing I see." - Dean "Ruckus" Cole

Have you ever been in love?" I lick my lips.
"Ask me that question tomorrow before you go.

I've loved you in secret, and I've loved you openly in front of both our worlds, and if you think I'll stop loving you if you put an ocean between us, you're dead wrong.

Shying away from your problems only makes them multiply. Kinda like cancer. Left to its own devices, it will spread to other organs in your body.

My daughter was beautiful and the world was ugly and I didn't know how to help her. And it killed me like cancer. Slowly. Surely. Savagely.

Even God can be bought for the right price.

Apologize for not being mine when you should've been. Because Emilia, baby..." I tilted my head sideways. "It was always fucking us and you know it.

A Story of a Nemesis and a Villain with no chance at a happy ending. Where the prince doesn't save the princess. He tortures her. And the beauty doesn't sleep. She's stuck. In a nightmare

I saved myself for you like a goddamn Jonas brother.

I hope she has an STD. I hope she has all the STDs known to man, and a few new ones she'd created all on her own.

Some people collect stamps. Some coins. Taxidermy. Fucking cards. I collect regrets. They don't take up much space, not physically, anyway. But inside. . .they occupy. They eat away. They ruin.
Because that's the thing about regrets. They're mistakes that left scars. Vicious, sensitive, searing wounds.

There wasn't one moment in time, from the second we met, that you weren't mine. Just like I've always been yours.

She could tell me a thousand things with her eyebrows alone, this girl. Sometimes I wanted to shave them off just to spite her.

Accepting the fact that you loved someone was much harder than falling for that person. It took time. And courage. But when I finally took that time, found that courage, when I finally let my guard down, I'd discovered something spectacular. I

Ask me what I want again,' I said softly, and she grinned, pressing her lips to my chest through my tee.
'What do you want?'
'Nothing. I'm done wanting things. I have everything I need now. Ask me how I feel.'
'How do you feel?'
'In love.' I brethed hard, burying my face in her hair. 'I feel in love, and it's you that I love. So fucking much.

I always had a soft spot for this girl, and it seemed like the more she hated me, the more I wanted to prove to her that it was always us. That if I believed in that bullshit of two people who were meant to be with each other, it was because we actually were.

in order to learn how to love, you first need to learn how to live

But if you look closely, you'll find beauty in the ugliness, too.

What does Miss LeBlanc have that the rest of the human population doesn't?'
'My heart, Sue,' I said. 'She has my heart.

We were both drowning, and when we were together, it felt like I was coming up for air.

You were never a drizzle, Penn Scully. When I fell for you, you came beating down, and I felt you everywhere. You were hail.

She's life, and I'm death. Prescott Burlington-Smyth is everything I want to be. A storm moving out of a shit situation at the speed of light, not looking back to spare a glance at the casualties of her actions. How

We're the outliers. The rejects. We're free. Free to do whatever the hell we want, because it won't matter. We'll never fit in here, so we don't have to try. We're liberated from all this bullshit." He motioned around us with his hand. "They can't hurt you if you don't give them permission to.

Why the anchor?"
"Because sometimes, it's nice to feel like there's someone who can save you.

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Surrender," I whisper. "I want us to surrender to this, Rory, like you promised all those years ago." Before life tainted what we had.

Love is not perfect. Life is not perfect. Yet, they're both extremely beautiful things you should treasure every day...
And whatever happened in the past belongs just there - the past.

Guys are so weird. They can love a girl to death but still mess with other people.

I saw her point, but trying to reason with Vaughn by being butthurt was like trying to worm your way into a serial killer's good graces by running naked in an empty field after handing him a machete.

He was toxic, poison, and he was going to kill everything beautiful in my life if I let him. He was the storm to my cherry blossoms. This

Yet the antidote to all the venom is honesty.

At the end of the day, life was not a game of chess. Life was fucking Jenga.

Are you calm now?" Trent's voice caressed the crown of my head.
"Physically, yes. But we're entering danger territory. I've never been in waters so deep." I squeezed my eyes shut, suddenly afraid of being so frank.
"Neither have I, but I'm a good swimmer. And, Edie? You're an excellent surfer.

She was a blank, clean, white sheet for me to scribble on. And I scribbled. On her lips, on her jaw, her neck and collarbone. I jotted my hunger for her in vivid colors as

Even the biggest wave crashes. You're about to hit the sand. I hope you like the taste of dust.

God, I missed eating pussy," he sighed into me. "And you're so delicious and tight." I

This wasn't an argument. This was foreplay. She just didn't know it yet.

Troy Brennan was the devil, but sometimes, even good girls wanted a healthy dose of evil in their lives. He'd

Troy Brennan was the kind of guy to show up in the local news for all the wrong reasons. He was trouble - hot trouble, flash-fire-on-the-stove hot trouble - and

What makes you feel alive?

Regret. For regret reminds you that life has a weight. Sometimes it's heavier. Sometimes it's lighter.

They think of me as a rich bitch, a frail little toy. Little do they know that I'm not a toy, I'm a storm. And I'm going to rip their lives apart.

Guilt was a thief. It would steal your mind, mess with your priorities and would eventually steer you from your original plan. I

My father asked me about Rexroth, my mom asked me about my father, and no one asked me about me. Or Theo. Or surfing.

We're getting married," I stated, not asked. "Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but we are. And we're having kids. At least two. Maybe more. I haven't decided yet.

The sky was full of stars against all odds. You couldn't really see shit from The Strip, but that night, you could. You could because she was there.

Choose your sister.'
'Sir?'
'Choose her. Don't choose Daria. You'll end up giving her less than she deserves. And my daughter deserves everything. Not half of it. Not a quarter. And definitely not messy. Let her go. Unless, of course...' He pauses, cocking his head to examine my expression. I don't breathe.
'Unless?'
'You love Daria. Then I do not allow you, under any fucking circumstances, to break both your hearts because Sylvia still holds a grudge.

Yesterday was an introduction," he snapped. "Today…today, baby, I'm marking you as mine.

Some fairy tales are screwed up," she adds. She can't shut up. She's nervous. Her eyes are still closed.
"All the good ones are, Skull Eyes," I say softly.

destiny will find a way to get you two back together. Real love doesn't disappear. It can turn into hate, and hate can turn into love, but those feelings won't ever turn into indifference.

Kissing him was like standing on the edge of a cliff. Nice view, but you knew it was deadly. Still, a stupid, irrational, dangerously alive part of you still wanted to hurl yourself down to meet your own demise.

Those of you who know me know that I'm a huge fan of my sister. She's my rock, my soul mate, and the reason that I'm still standing here, alive and well. When her heart beats for someone, mine falls in line and thumps for them too. Baron, there's one thing I cannot take from you–you make her happy. Glow, even... Some loves are old, and sure, others are new and frantic. Yours is both, and that's what made your feelings toward one another outsoar everything. Even the past... I wish you joy, freedom, health, and wealth, though I think you're all covered with the last one... So I guess I would like to make a toast to two of my favorite people. To the woman I love more than life itself, and to the man who spends his life making her happy. Baron and Millie, you don't need my words to make it work. You have this thing covered. But just in case, I wish you everything you wish for yourself and more. Now down these glasses and have some fun.

It's going to hurt like a motherfucker," he warned. "Of course it will." I smiled into our kiss, my lips still glued to his. "Everything with you does." He

I changed my mind about babies," Emilia said through the chatter, leaning into me. "Maybe not right now or in a few years, but down the road, I want it. I think I really want it. What do you say?"

I smirked. Emilia LeBlanc of Richmond, Virginia was asking me to put a baby in her.

Then I shrugged and leaned back into her. "Don't worry. I won't stop trying to impregnate you, even after you get pregnant."

She laughed. "Deal?" I asked. "Deal.

I wanted what was forbidden, and wrong, and fucking crazy. I wanted my partner's daughter, who was nearly half my age.

I'd been trying to get high off of bath salts unsuccessfully for twenty minutes when Lucas walked in and shut the door behind him.

Yeah, I was using again. Or at least trying. Shit, I wasn't even good at being a drug addict. How embarrassing was that?

"Don't even think about it." I sniffed, trying to light up the little rocks of salt. How the fuck could you get high on them? I needed new mates. New, young, loser mates who'd teach me how to get high on pathetic things.

I Hate Being Bipolar. It's Awesome!

I want to yell at him to stop. He's driving in the Friend Zone. He cannot switch lanes to Boyfriend. That's an illegal turn. Two double yellow lines.

SILENCE. The most loaded sound in human history.

Be wise. Let your heart lead the way. And when you find someone who's worth it never let them go

I want to be your everything

Other than one thing

Your past

The butt is a good option,

Game over. You win. You conquered me even though it was me who marched into your territory unannounded.'
I'm at a loss of words. So I choose to do the stupidest thing in the moment. I take a bite of the apple, press my lips to his, and we both bite it in the middle.
The Lady and the Tramp style.

It's like the world is his oyster, but he doesn't do seafood.

You can hate me and still love how I make you feel." His

Both sisters were feisty, but while Emilia was sassy in a I'm-a-good-person-but-can-engage-in-fun-banter kind of way, Rosie was more from the I'll-stab-you-in-your-sleep-if-you-piss-me-off school.

There will be no one else, Moonshine.I will never let you get over me.

Prescott has her new ID. I'm glad she does, because it's a great way to cover her ass. And what an ass that is. Speaking of, she's been walking funny all day today, so I'm glad we spent most of it in the Beatmobile, heading north back to Stockton. I know she's sore from yesterday, and I should feel guilty, but honestly? Couldn't be more thrilled. She let me into her ass. That's like code for Ask me on a date or something. I

Francesca Rossi, you're even prettier than you were last summer."
"You always say that."
"And I always mean it. I'm not in the habit of wasting words.

Your pain is mine, and I want to shoulder it, because I can. Because that's what I do. I carry my pain all the time. Let me take away yours, my touch

My argument for the past couple of months was simple and valid - I can't be with a girl whose last name's Cockburn. It's embarrassing. For me, for her, for everyone involved. Tanaka said that Cockburn is a perfectly legitimate last name, and even pulled out some bullshit facts from the Internet, including a Wikipedia page for actress Olivia Wilde. Apparently, her original last name is Cockburn (can't argue with that. She's legit fuckable).

Fine. Whatever. Fuck it. They're whiny and annoying and could grow up to be fucking serial killers. Who needs them?

She used to leave chewed pencils on her desk every single day in calculus class.
I may have picked them up.
I may have saved them.
They may still be in a drawer somewhere in my old room.

Is it you that I love. It is you whom I want. It is you whom makes living a spectacular thing I want to experience, rather than participate in reluctantly, every day.

​"Bitch, please. With the amount of pussy your husband's dick has trekked through, I'm surprised it doesn't have its own National Geographic show. He is so...mature and old and stuff. Your husband, that is, not his dick.

I'm turning my back on Vaughn and Knight without saying goodbye because I know they won't let me go. They'll promise to protect me and fight my battles at school, and a part of me still wants that to happen.

Real love doesn't disappear. It can turn into hate, and hate can turn into love, but those feelings won't ever turn into indifference." She