Nessie Q. Quotes

I will be the constant reminder in your life that you will never be alone anymore. And should your brain start playing tricks on you, you start forgetting who I am or where we live, I will still be there, every morning. Until all the grays of our hair have become so wise, they will feel they've learned all there is to life and decide it's time for us to go.

I can see you becoming my wild nights filled with clenched teeth and scraping of nails against flesh.

You were too ready to believe the worst in me. And I was too hopeful I believed the best in you.

I want you to want me. But I want you to want me for all the right reasons.

I don't know if you noticed but I have been trying, too hard, to be myself since the day I lost you.

Love is a bonfire. It's every kind word. It's every sincere apology. It's every compromise.

You're everything I wanted, all of them, rolled into one. We were lovers and enemies and the best of friends. At times, it was one more than the other. At times, we were all of them all at once. But there have been times, I admit, when we were two complete strangers struggling to live with each other. At times, we felt like We were just each other's habit.

Don't fall in love with me. I am dissonance. I am always at war with myself – confusing my head with my heart, always retreating into my mind, because I don't want to lose.

Love is a spark. It's the smile that says come to me. It's the flirty hello. It's the scent of her perfume. It's his new haircut. It's the look that ignites a dozen possibilities. - Set on Fire

I love how you know
there's a dozen things
that's wrong with me
but you still say I'm just fine.
It makes me think
that there are really no monsters
So terrifying
they can't be loved.

Say my name with hints of longing and hunger. I'd like to hear the desire in your voice scraping against the walls, messing up the sheets of my bed, scratching on my skin. Caress every single letter of me like you're making love to me. I want to be owned by you.

If you understood how it hurt to hug my chest and keep all my sobs to myself, every day, when I see how bleak my world has become because of you, you would be down on your knees saying sorry for each and every time you uttered a careless thought or forgot that even though I'm calm on the outside, behind closed doors, I could bleed and hurt.

I want to ruin you in the ugliest way imaginable so that someday, when you have to tell your children about me, it will take every breath you have to hide the catch in your throat...

I'm no good at loving people but…


I will love you
like the darkness loves the stars.
I'm the goddess of the night.
I will smear my ink
over your skin,
and leave paper cuts
where the light can get in.
I will break you
then make you whole.
You'll be the moon
lighting up the sky.
But I will never be done –
we'll dance together
until my darkness is gone.

―The thing about memory is that you can feel it eroding slowly, being stolen away from you by time. It starts with the way you stop hearing his voice in your head. Then it's the color of the shirt he wore last Christmas. Before you know it, your memories have become fragmented, as if the small details were grains of sand blown away by the wind. I should be grateful that I'm starting to remember you less. Instead, I felt lonely. Pieces of you that I once held dear are being ripped apart into tiny shreds of information my brain thinks I can afford to forget. I can feel my heart fighting. It loves the feel of you though for the most part, you hurt. I looked for you in places where I knew I would never find you, in faces I knew I would never recognize. I looked for you hoping that through the sheer force of my will I would find your eyes staring back. But that's the thing about memory - you can feel it eroding slowly, being stolen away from you by time. I want to remember you. But I'm no longer entirely sure I really remember you. It kills me. Have you started remembering me less too?

I am so much more than the hint of rage you discern hiding behind my restraint. I am so much more than the words I use. I am bottled heartache and the lies I tell myself when everyone else is asleep.

Love is warmth. It's the inside jokes. It's the reassuring touch. It's the late night talks. It's the finding of common interests. It's the sharing of ice cream. It's the crying shoulder. It's the acceptance of what's ugly. It's the first time you see her without make up. It's the first time you see him pick his nose.

I'm so sorry no one cared enough to tell you that you can never win against a ghost.

Every night, I take off my clothes to wear thoughts of you.

If you were coffee, you would be bitter and strong; the kind that makes my heart palpitate its way out of my chest -the kind that can turn my thoughts manic. Oh, just the way I would like it. I like it.

Love is fireworks. It's the first dance. It's the first kiss. It's the first time you make love. It's the first hateful word. It's the first fight. It's the first tear you shed. It's the first time you made up.

Being together ... it will never be right. Thought it sure as hell feels like it could. We'd result to train wrecks. We'd cause whirlwinds. We'd start wildfires.

I will kill in cold blood just to know the secret you keep in your lonely eyes.

Love is a flame. It's when you get to know each other again. It's the fights that will follow your first. It's you finding another reason to fall in love with each other. It's both of you never getting tired of swaying to your first dance's song.

I want you. But I'm scared to say it out loud. And it sucks because I've always been someone who always says things out loud.

No one could love a lonely girl, not unless she had the right kind of lonely

I want you to tell me that you feel the same way for me. And I'd like you to tell me those feelings are worth it. I'd like you to say I'm worth it.

Drink me in, like you would your morning coffee, in tiny sips, in between your thoughts and passing glimpses of candor. I want a taste of me in you.

Love ... is friendship. A deep, lasting foundation that you both decided to set on fire.