Lilah Pace Quotes

They have no idea how deep this goes for me. To them it's a tremor, not an earthquake.

Sometimes life is like a video game. When things get harder, and the obstacles get tougher, it just means you leveled up.

Mines lie buried just beneath the surface of every sentence my mother says.

Jonah's the only man who ever made my entire mind splinter like this. Because I can't speak. I can't think. I don't know what to feel. All I know is that he's pumping me hard now, so deep inside me that it seems like - like there's nothing left of me except my body, and my body is completely his - even the arousal arcing inside me, more and more powerful, that belongs to him too -

We don't get all better; we don't fix everything that's broken. We just learn how to work around the broken bits. How to do the best we can with what we have, and who we are.

Always, I believed that if I ever acted out my rape fantasy the way I wanted, this would be the moment where I started to regret it. My pride would return. I wouldn't be able to believe I'd abased myself like this, that I'd let a man treat me like a possession he owned. No matter how good the sex had or hadn't been, I thought, afterward I'd be so ashamed it wouldn't be worth it.

It's so hard to believe that someone might want me - all of me - fucked-up sexual desire, tangled family history, book-hoarding tendencies, everything.

Still, one of the great truths of life is that any situation can be improved with coffee.

If it were no big deal, you wouldn't be standing out here now," he says. "I knew the truth as soon as I saw your face. You want that fantasy. You want it more than you've ever wanted anything else." He looks directly at me for the first time. "You hate it, don't you? The fantasy. I do too. But it doesn't change anything.

A macchiato can only solve your problems if you let it, sweetie.

I meant - the world breaks so many of us. Maybe all of us, in the end. But everyone starts out like this. Untouched, happy. Perfect. And we put all our hopes on children, all the hopes we can't believe in for ourselves any longer.

I don't want to want that. My fantasy is something I'm trying to escape from, not sink down into. If I try this and hate it, that would be beyond horrible. It might be as traumatic as a real rape, and I would have walked right into it. That's not what scares me, though. What scares me is that I'll try it and love it. Maybe I really am that fucked up.

A piece of art that speaks to you can open windows in a room you hadn't even known was dark.

Sometimes "Southern hospitality" is just another term for hypocrisy.

When will that be? After all your secrets are told. So, never. My illusions have been overshadowed by harsh, cold fact.

The September night is as sultry as July, and the sound of cicadas shimmers louder, softer, then louder again. It's the sound of heat itself, of summer bearing down on you without mercy.

How did this man with the power to terrify me also become the one person who truly makes me feel safe?

Sometimes what looks like generosity can be control.You think you're being swept up in this big romance, but really it's all about separating you from your own life.