Nadege Richards Quotes

I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky. I heard it, and it said, The world will never understand.

Some of us are born to live and to fight, Echo. Others are born to fight for their right to live. When those two collide, there's hell to pay.

Give me this moment," Kahl said to me. I glanced up at him and couldn't fathom the depths of his taunting amber irises.
"You have it."
"Be my angel ... Leave with me," he whispered. In that moment, when thoughts of the boy I loved left me and fissures of pure bliss consumed me, I knew I was in trouble.

Endeavor for greatness, venture for the sake of the heart.

I'm not sure I'll ever know the meaning of life or what comes for us after death, but I know it's more than the hysteria people make it out to be. It's about freeing your soul when no one else can; turning thirty and still feeling like you're seventeen. It's about taking chances on a whim, embracing the rain during the storm, and smiling so damn much that you start to cry. It's never regretting, never forgetting, and always being.
It's kissing underwater and touching in the dark. Loving even when you think it's emotionally impossible and surviving someway and somehow.
It's about living life with a full heart and an overflowing glass.
I live life on the edge. I dream, I care, and I belong.
I know there's a here and now.
I know that I want it.

And even when they refuse to listen, I'll keep talking anyway, hoping on a slim chance that the things inside my head are worth something to someone.

The sun rises in the east every morning and falls in the west, Ayden. Darknesses are awaken and fate is tested, destinies are foreseen. Thy soul the only enemy, a hero is born. A new light rises once again ...

There is no sanctity. This is the downfall of innocence.

I write because I'm free,
because I can,
because I will.
I write because I must,
because I'm breathing,
because I'd go crazy otherwise,
because it's who I am.
I write to make a statement,
to share my thoughts,
to discover myself,
to express my ideas.
But most of all, I write for future generations.
I write for love.
I write to inspire.
I write to encourage.
I write for me.

I had no tears to shed nor a prayer for the deceased ... There is no hope for the hopeless.

You asked what I wanted and I'm not going to lie to you. What I want most is the naked truth. I want to strip away every stubborn layer until you're bared to me. And then I'm going to show you how to love right.

This is a story about survival.
Letting go and learning to let in.
Getting along and moving on.
The truth about life.
The things left unsaid ...

My parents say you're no good, Elijah." I exhaled and killed the cigarette in the grass.
Laughing, Eli's eyes went to my lips and his hands touched my bare midriff. "Really? And what do you say?"
He had brought his lips so close to mine that it became hard to think about my next words when all I wanted to do was crush my mouth to his. I wanted him to completely consume me. "I think you're broken," I finally got out, and Eli arched a brow. "But I think I'm broken too. I just don't know it yet.

When you have something this good, you keep it. Forever. And that's all the magic there is to it.

Today is yesterday's victory, yesterday is tomorrow's conquest, and tomorrow is today's war. Though I face death, I am not fearsome.

Our love douses us in flames. It's terrible and deep and wingless, but I'll burn here if you burn here too.

This proves the significance of individualism; being able to face the music, to embrace it, and then create something beautiful from it. You can't truly be happy unless you're unhappy sometimes and the pinnacle of life can only be reached when one can carve their own path.

And so I've written everything down, too afraid of my demons and what they may say, the doubt that eats at me from the inside. Too afraid that I'll forget and it'll all be a madwoman's dream.

Never limit yourself to what you can't do, but to what you have the power to do with what you have.

There's a story here.
A catastrophic silence where our thoughts and feelings collide ...
Where your sweetness overrides my senses and our bodies move to the same tune.
The same song.
The same melody.
The same stroke.
The same rhythm.
It's our story, Trinity, and it's just begging to be told.

You just know something is amiss, when you look at someone and long for something that is not yours or you cannot have. It's an absence
a loss of a heartbeat.

You're mine, Echo, and I'll treasure you forever.

If kissing was a language I was sure we'd know it well. If it could measure the amount of love you felt for someone, our love was infinite after all. Even when we hugged I felt a special connection to him. It was in his loving embrace that I sought solace, where I found it, and where I would keep it. Our love was enchanting and magical, secretive and special. Overall, though, it was ours and we would treasure it.

We only dream of things we know and people that we've seen ... War and pain is all I know, it is all I can ever see.

The clouds won't shatter my dreams, but this is a story about how I lost myself to the storm."
"And something's got me tethered to you ... "
"Always to you ... "
"They think I'm crazy ... I love him. I swear, I do."
"Then why are you here, T?"
"Esto es complicado, Eli. It's all the lies I made up to get away from you, the distance I drove to free myself, that's brought me here. It's that moment before your kiss and the sound of my name on your lips. It's you that's taken me the five miles I needed to be where you are. I won't run again."
"What are we doing?"
"We're LIVING.

Life is short, Isobeli. If we gave time to everything sooner or later we'd run out of it. We only have now. And we would be foolish to not seize it while we have it. So, why would it matter if I love him today or five years from now?

What lies behind the heart is a story to be shared with the world.

You never forget your first and true love, Ayden Grey. Not officially, not ever.

Say it."
"Don't do this to me ... " I whispered painfully. "We can't do this again."
"You're a horrible liar," Eli growled as he pressed his fingers into my thighs. He watched me, his gaze all-consuming, and said, "Your eyes are as dark as a castle moat by midnight, mi cielo. Lower your drawbridge and let me cross; let me in."
"Eli, I-"
"Forget him. For the next hour and a half, you're going to do everything that makes you wonder in this world. And then I'm going to love you again.

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