Leylah Attar Quotes

It's strange how someone can walk into your life, shatter the windows, break down your doors, scatter your belongings, and then walk away without having the slightest inkling of the storm they'd brought.

All of my wild, crazy exuberance fit perfectly in the quiet crevices of her dreams. It was as if all my life, I had been running towards this moment, this diamond sharp clarity of being and belonging, this strange, intriguing girl with her rose breath and her broken wings.

I wished I could see myself through his eyes. Then again, Damian never looked at me with his eyes. He looked at me with his soul.

Don't cry, güerita." Damian's thumb swiped my cheek. "Hit me, slap me, punch me, but don't fucking cry.

This is what it looks like when you wander somewhere between the sand and stardust, and meet a piece of yourself in someone else.

Who is it?" asks Zain, his eyes wide with disbelief at Shayda's unusual outburst. "No-one," she replies. It's a day of simple words, loaded with meaning. The no-one she said yes to a few hours ago. The no-one she agreed to spend the rest of her life with. The no-one whose rosary is dangling from her wrist. I will always be no-one. Because everyone who counts in Shayda's world is on the other side of the door. I will always be on the perimeter of her life, always the outsider, looking in.

There is nothing to hide anymore. When love looks at you, when it truly pins you down and stares into your soul, it renders you defenseless. And in that moment, in that state of humbling nakedness, it makes you completely invincible.

This is what he does to me. Open up the windows of my soul and push me out. Fly, dammit, fly!

I thought of all the nights I'd spent in temperature controlled clubs and restaurants, under artificial lights, drinking artificial cocktails with artificial friends. Artificial problems. Artificial drama. How many real, glorious nights had I missed? Nights like this, when the universe dances for you, and you become a tiny but beautiful note of the magical song it sings.

I don't think I could have loved her more. How is that possible? When you think you've reached the very edge of love, that you can't possibly go any further, and then the circle stretched a little bigger. And the pain with it.

You're like the broken chapter of my favorite story.

If we base our decisions on all the things we're afraid of, we would be paralyzed with fear.

I pulled back, my eyes still closed, knowing that I had just stolen an epic moment from life.

If Troy Heathgate locks in on you,you're done for.Even when you know he's so,so bad for you,it feels so,so good.

IT WAS A GOOD DAY for Louboutins. I hadn't planned on wearing statement heels on the runway to death, but if this was it, if I was going to be killed by some random psycho with a thirst for blood, what better way to go down than with red-soled 'fuck yous' to my murderer?

It was a sense of belonging that blurs the lines between two people, when you find your ankle wrapped around someone else's, or your fingers intertwined, and it's so natural, so automatic, that you have no conscious thought of it happening. When I think of God, I think of all these magical, inexplicable things, multiplied by infinity.

Your father and I,we were something,you know.We burned so bright,the stars grew jealous.But maybe you know something I didn't.Maybe if you don't allow yourself to shine,you never burn out.

You know what's heartbreaking?" He slipped his hands into his pockets, as if to keep them from touching me. "It's not when bad things happen to you, or when your life turns out completely different from what you thought it would be, or when people let you down, or when the world knocks you down. What's heartbreaking is when you don't get back up, when you don't care enough to pick up the million broken pieces of you that are screaming to be put back together, and you just lie there, listening to a shattered chorus of yourself.
"What's heartbreaking is letting the love of your life walk away, because you can't give up your work or your home to go with her, because everything you love gets taken away from you. So I'm saying no to heartbreak. Right here, right now. This is me getting back up, crossing an ocean and coming straight to your door, Rodel.
"I can't unlove you. And I can't stop thinking about you. So I'm here to say the words because I never said them and that is what's breaking my heart. I'm not saying them to hear it back. I'm not saying them so we can have a happily ever after. I don't know where you're at, or if you still think about us, or if we can even make it work. I'm saying them for me. Because they've been growing in my chest with every breath I take, and I have to get them out or I'll explode. I love you, Rodel Emerson. That's what I'm here to say. This is me, unbreaking my heart. I know it's selfish and thoughtless and just plain arrogant to show

Take that, I said to the naughty paperback lying on the floor.

It's always been you, Troy. Always." Always is such a bullshit word, a lie, a farce, a road that promises to go on forever. But roads, like life, branch off, and merge and meander. And they both always, always end.

I will remember the perfect oval of your face, the warmth of your throat, the way you hold a pen when you write. Most of all . . ." He cupped my chin, his eyes roving over my upturned face. "I will remember a strange, beautiful girl who liked the feel of old books and drank her coffee sweet. She snuck onto my porch on a gray day and taught me to see in color. She was a thief, my rainbow-haloed girl. When she left, she took my heart. And if I had another, I would give her that too

Taleenoi olngisoilechashur.

When I was young, it was never about finding love. Love was something you cultivated. Your parents picked your life partner. Romance never entered the equation until then. People didn't marry people. Families married families. Your father liked his father, or his grandmother played cards with your grandmother. That was how it started. Marriage was a garden that grew slowly. You only got one patch, so you worked hard at it. You planted the seeds, you watered them, you waited for things to bloom - love, respect, intimacy, connection. But things are different now. Everyone expects fruits and flowers right off the bat. When those are done, it gets plain and boring. Then it's time to move on to the next patch. Relationships are more disposable now. So many people, so many choices. I look at you, I look at Isabelle, and I see both the blessing and curse that freedom brings you - so much potential for happiness, so much pressure to realize it.

She was my calm in the middle of chaos, a little piece of innocence untouched by the turbulence of the past.

Nothing revives the cup of life more than a caustic splash of death.

Daddy?" said Lily. Her face was all lit up as she spoke into the phone. "I'm in the safe place now.

When you lose someone you love, it doesn't end with that event, or with their funeral, or with their name on the tombstone. You lose them again and again, every day, in small moments that catch you off guard.

God, he was intense. And deliberate. And he could say things with his eyes that made my knees tremble.

We were like two stars converging around the same axis, but with paths that missed each other by a fraction of infinity.

Sometimes we have to let go of the people we love because we love them - because their hopes and dreams lie elsewhere. It's the reason I let you go, the reason I never asked you to stay. And it's why Goma is letting me go, because my heart is already with you, all day, every day. So if you want me, always and forever, here I am.

I can promise you one thing. It'll be mad and passionate. Because I don't believe mediocre sex is worth having.

He was an ocean of want and need. All the raging, submerged currents that he'd kept at bay unleashed themselves on me.

There's a little girl in this room and she's stolen my heart. For the second time." I

I crave you, Rodel. In the most innocent ways. I lie awake in my bed at night, thinking of you down the hallway, wanting nothing more than to hold you. I want to stroke your hair until you fall asleep. I want to give you forehead kisses when you're down. That's all I allow myself. I don't go any further.

Something clicked inside me at that moment. I stood outside of myself, realizing how easy it was to judge someone, to vilify and condemn the things we don't understand, because:

They tell you that an affair destroys everything, that there are no winners, that there is only heartbreak.

If I die tonight, I want to die remembering what it was like to hold the whole world in my hands.

I wish I could hold your hand outside this room, go for a walk, sit on a patio, watch the world go by.

Whether you say yes or no, you will always be my forever.

It's not perfect, this thing between us, like trying to bring the two circles of our lives together, and living in the small, tight space where they intersect, everything else pushed to the circumference, until we step back inside our very different, very separate orbs.

Not a very regal send-off for a prince." I laughed as the lions retreated into the bush again.
"That was me and Goma when I was little," said Jack, starting the car. "I was always chasing something, and she was always pulling me back.

Don't play with scorpions unless you intend to get stung." He yanked the neckline apart. Round, glass buttons popped onto the floor and rolled around like eyeballs, astounded by the sight of my bare flesh. "We're harsh and predatory and full of venom." He gnashed his teeth at me and ripped my blouse in two.

Because Damian in love was a thing of beauty - intoxicating, addictive, demanding, attentive, and always, always hungry.

Because I'm scared. Because each time I see him, it's a little more overwhelming than before. Because I'm afraid it'll build up to a tsunami- like crescendo and come crashing down on me.

It was a kiss that had sneaked in through an open window, a kiss that lay folded in a paper giraffe, in the silences between 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, in the pits of the mini mangoes and here, now, at least, it was set free. And the rightness of it, the feeling of longing and belonging, made me want to hold on to it forever. I wanted Damian to keep kissing me, keep kissing, keep kissing, until every other kiss had been erased, until this was the only kiss.

It said I was equal parts earth and stars, equal parts animal and soul. I was hope. I was calamity. I was love. I was prejudice. I was my sister. I was his daughter. I was Juma. I was Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack.

But you can't shut Panic up, you know? She's a screaming, thrashing bitch, and she wanted out.

Vengeance only begets more vengeance, more chaos, more darkness. Vengeance abducts us and imprisons us and mutilates us, and we suffer and suffer until we unravel its probing parasitic suckers from around us.

Mind-blowing sex and love? That's enough for a damn good start in my book.

Kiss me hard, then let me go,

Because when we love, we carry it on the inside, and we can turn on its light even in our darkest moments. The deeper we love, the brighter it shines.

fear is a liar. Don't let it whisper in your ear. Turn that shit off. Do what scares you. Over and over again. And one day, your fear will become so small, you'll be able to laugh at it." "Big

Kissing Jack was like kissing a slumbering lion. He barely moved, but I could sense the raw power behind his restraint.

It wasn't just a kiss. It was a lesson - a fierce, burning imprint, so that my lips would always know the difference between being wanted and being craved.

Growing old isn't for sissies," she said softly. "You lose the people you love. Over and over again. Some get taken away from you. Some walk away. And some you learn to let go.

What we don't understand always scares us.

Once you've been loved by a man like Damian, once you've been branded and molded in the fires of that possession, you will never be moved by tepid, impostor kisses.

Are you an only child?"
"Yep.The sole beneficiary of all their love and affection."
I put the frame away and look around."So what's it like?To have it all?"
"Like flying.Soaring.Until you come across the one thing you'd give it all up for,and can never have.

It's always there, the fire between us, like glowing embers waiting to be stoked. One look, one kiss, one caress, and I come alive for him.

My eyelids drooped, but I didn't want to miss any of it - the way his fingertips were tracing the outline of my lips, the way his beautifully proportioned body felt against mine, the flecks of harvest gold in his sky-blue eyes. "Remember this." He brushed the hair off my neck and breathed a kiss there. "When you're curled up with your books on a rainy afternoon in England, remember how you painted my world with your colors. Remember your rainbow halo." "I will." A hot ache grew in my throat. He was already saying goodbye. "I'll remember. For the rest of my life.

Pull a thread here and a life unravels there.

My eyes were still closed when Damian grabbed my left hand, forced it palm-down on the cutting board and WHAM! He severed the tip of my pinky finger off, sliced the top third - nail, bone and all - clean off,

I wanted to stay with him so I could put together all the dented, shattered parts of him, because I could never be whole where he was broken.

What good is love if you don't show it?

I prefer prickly roses.

I would die a thousand deaths to save her.

I was pretty sure it was the response he drew from most women - the chance gaze, followed by a pause; the appreciation of something magnificent, no matter how fleeting. I would have to be six feet under not to react to him. It wasn't just about the way he looked. He had something more. Solidity. Substance. The kind of thing the moon does to the tides, making the waves rise to attention. Jack could give you goosebumps simply by circling past you. I shuddered to think what it would be like if he deliberately decided to slay you.

You kept tearing down my defences until I couldn't fight you anymore. I'm in love with you, Skye. Bare, stripped down, completely vulnerable, in love.

I wanted to know what your lips taste like after a smile.

This is what great masterpieces must feel like on museum walls - like sighing, like climbing out of their rigidly stretched frames, and falling, boneless, into a lover's glance.

It started long before this, when stars were mere particles in swirling clouds of dust. And every event since has conspired to bring us together.

Sometimes you come across a rainbow story - one that spans your heart. You might not be able to grasp it, but you can never be sorry for the color and magic it brought.

If you think you can use her to get to me, you -"
"I don't need to use Sierra. I get to you just fine.

It was the kind of magic that comes after a lifetime of searching, when you stumble upon something so perfect, you stop looking, and you say: Yes. This. I know this. I feel this. I've heard its footsteps echo down the hallways of my soul. We

You ever wonder what we'd find if we could pick up the threads back to the point where things unravel, where paths cross, and lives pivot, and people come together?

But sitting here before Troy Heathgate now, I'm teetering on a knife's edge between honor and disgrace.

My greatest loss had led to my greatest love. Hearts were broken, and hearts were healed. Lives were lost, and lives were saved.

My heart thunders like the hooves of a thousand wild horses.

The world will screw you over. It's a given. Once you accept that, it gets easier.