Penelope Douglas Quotes

People dictate rules based on how they want to be treated, but I'll tell you something. When someone else misbehaves, it's black and white, isn't it? We judge, and we condemn, but when we do it, it's a gray area all of a sudden. Other people are subject to your convictions, but not you, right? Not Michael?

The shy ones tend to be the baddest after all.

If I ever lay my hands on you," he said low and husky, "You'll want it.

Fuck up, own up, and then get up.

Sea is a great place to bury bodies, you know? Deep breath, asshole.

Son, women are easy. They simply want everything. It's not difficult.

You robbed your own fucking store, Rika!" Will laughed and grabbed fistfuls of my sweatshirt, shouting into my face. "You're the fucking king, baby!

I think too many people give others too much power over them. But if they're not missing you or thinking about you or wanting to be near you, then it's time to realize you're worth someone who does

There's pawns and rooks and knights and bishops, but only one queen.

Are you mine?" I asked as I wiped my tears.
He kissed the corners of my mouth softly, and I felt heat rise up my neck. "Always have been,"
he whispered against my mouth.

We could say we were young and stupid, but that excuse only lasts so long before you realize that you were selfish and just really big assholes." I

She gave me a sad smile and did what good friends do - gave me a second slice of cake.

People hide in the dark. They quench their thirsts in the dark. They build their secrets in the dark. We're more ourselves here than anywhere else. I get to be me..." he swallowed, staring at me, "when nightfall is coming.

What they don't tell you is that you're more confused at twenty than you were at seventeen

The world has plans for you, baby. Whether you're ready or not. You can be either a driver or a passenger.

Most guys, Madoc, like something different. You know why you want to see me in "nice," skimpy things? Because the more I show, the less I'm hiding. I scare you.

I rolled my eyes so far back in my head I almost saw my brain.

But we were different now. I wanted only his pain, and judging from the girl he'd come home with last night, Madoc was still the same. A user.

I have no life there if you're not in it. You're part of everything good I've ever done, Ryen. Please.

The watermelon juice spilling over your lip?" he indicated. "Lick it up or I will.

She can be a nightmare, but this still feels better than any dream.

People come together, and for a tiny space of time...it's beautiful and raw, because you can't think and you don't want to. You just feel... The moments are what we remember.

It took everything I had not to look at him, because if I did, he'd know.
He would know that I didn't always hate him.

I'm never letting you go again, Tate," I whispered, almost desperate. "I'm your friend forever, and if that's all I get, then that's what I'm taking, because only when you're here" - I took her hand and placed it on my heart - "do I feel like my life is worth a damn.

Madoc has a winning personality, and he's hot. But Jared is just hot. At least Madoc has more going for him. Was she on a mission from God to reform assholes?

We're victims of circumstance. At least I can feel confident that I would've liked him no matter what. If he were any other guy who came into my bar, sat down, and talked to me, I would've wanted him.

Just shut up."
But he doesn't. "I'm not saying you should do anything. And that's why I stepped in and didn't let you bring her home."
His tone turns serious.
"All kidding aside, Pike," he goes on, "she is exactly your type. You shouldn't be alone with her."
Yeah.
I know.
I just hope he's the only person who's noticed.
"Thanks for the intervention," I tell him, "but even if I were attracted to her, I'm capable of controlling myself."
"You're not seeing yourself from my perspective." He looks out the front windshield, solemn. "You look at each other like…"
"Like?"
He swallows, an unusually troubled pinch to his brow. "Like the two of you have your own language.

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The closer you got to anything beautiful, the less beautiful it became. Allure was in the mystery, not the appearance.

1. Boys will lie, cheat, and steal to get into your pants. A man will stand the test of time. Make him wait, and you'll see which one he is. 2. They will try to tell you that it feels better without a condom. You just tell me where they live. 3. And relationships are supposed to make your life better. You don't drag each other down. You hold each other

When I thought about it, there actually weren't a lot of things or people in the world that I loved. Why had I left them here?

Few simple rules: respect your elders, take care of your body, finish what you start, and solve your own problems.

Madoc cleared his throat. "Dr. Porter. Nate and Piper bumped into each other."
Oh, my god. I was convinced. Madoc was an idiot.

People who are wound that tight are unpredictable.

Girlfriend isn't enough to describe you, Tate. That term is disposable. You're not my girlfriend, my girl, or my woman. You're. Just. Mine,

He's a reminder of what I want to feel everyday, whether it's with him or on my own. He's taught me that who I am when I'm with him feels too good to sacrifice for the approval of everyone else. The way I dress, the guys I talk to, the games I play... it's all plastic, and when I'm with him, I'm gold.

His text took only a moment. You tell the guy you're dating that your boyfriend's back. I let my arms drift back down to the bed as I closed my eyes, sighing. Yeah, that's what I was thinking, too. My phone beeped again. And he's gonna be in trouble . . .

Sometimes I wondered if the angels talked to get me to behave or to entice the devil to come out to play.

I've wanted you for so long," I whispered against her mouth. "All the times I'd see you next door ... it drove me crazy

I was just contemplating how some gasoline and a match would improve this painting.

Tyler looked after him and then turned to me, cocking his head. I'm not a jealous man, but for you I might make an exception.

There were so many times when we were kids, growing up next door to each other, that I thought Jared was the greatest. He was sweet, generous, and friendly. And the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen.

I've wanted everything in my life to change for so long, and when it's finally about to, my urge to escape slows down. I think that's why people stay unhappy for so long, you know? Miserable or not, it's easier to stick with what's familiar.

Do you notice that, too? How all of us just want to get through life as quickly and as easily as possible? And even though we know that without risk there's no reward, we're still so scared to chance it?

He made himself the cure, which wouldn't have been necessary if he hadn't also created the disease.

I exist as I am, that is enough" Song of Myself by Walt Whitman

Madoc, it's Jax," he said in a serious tone. "I'm at your house. Tate and I want confirmation you're not drunk, high, or suicidal. Jared's here, but he could care less. We'll meet you after your game, or I'll give Tate a crowbar and set her to work on your car.

A man who endeavored to be better was already superior to the men who claimed to be great.

But he still should've confronted me. What were they hoping to gain with revenge, other than pleasure in someone else's torture? Would it accomplish anything, take away what happened, or move their lives forward? Had their worlds become so small in prison?

He was giving me the same look I got Wednesday night right before he kissed me, and I knew I hadn't imagined anything. It was anger and desire mixed together to make something hot enough for my knees to go weak.

We might not make the best decisions under pressure, but you can't make a decision at all when you're not talking about it.

They were untouchable, fascinating, and nothing they ever did was wrong. I wanted that. I wanted to look down at the sky.

Can we just skip to the end?" I asked softly. "I'm tired of missing you,

What is he doing to me?

He was here. We were alone. We were angry. Déjà vu.

Fallon affected my body in weird ways. But only because she's different, I told myself.

I'd always told myself that I deserve good things, that I was worthy, but if I ever believed it. You can't tell yourself anything. Your heart only believes what it feels, and experience is the best teacher.

Words were shit. They didn't mean anything. What we did mattered, not what we said.

You turn me on." He cups my face, brushing my hair away from my eyes and a tear off my cheek."
"God, you turn me on. You're driving me crazy. I want you to need my hands on you. Do you?

The world isn't always what's right in front of you, you know? It's below, it's above, it's out there somewhere. Every burn of every light inside every house I see when I look down from the rooftop has a story. Sometimes we just need to change our perspective.
And when I look down at everything, I remember that there's more out there than just what's going on in my house - the bullshit with my dad, school, my future. I look at all those full houses, and I remember, I'm just one of many. It's not to say we're not special or important, but it's comforting, I guess. You don't feel so alone.

Gotta love a woman that can hand you your own ass.

I am not scared," he repeated. "I am the eye of the storm. The calm in the madness." I blew out a breath, drawing in another, slower. "The quiet in the chaos. The patience for my moment.

Isn't it about time you fought back?

In our hearts, we always know what's right and wrong. That's not the struggle. The struggle is wanting what's wrong for you and gauging whether or not the consequences are worth it.

If she knew she was yours, she wouldn't have gotten in that car

Fight. Fight through everything. Don't leave the house angry or go to bed mad. Fight until it's settled. The end of fighting is the beginning of giving up.

You were never clingy or a nuisance, Tate. The day you moved in next door I thought you were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I fucking loved you.

I love it when you get mouthy," he whispered down on me. "It makes me want to shut you up.

And from Michael - as well as Damon, Will, and Kai - I learned to breathe fire. I learned to walk as if the path were carved for me and me alone, and to treat the world as if it should know I was coming.

Today. Also, use the word motherfucker at some point. You'll feel a lot better. Trust me.

Jared kept flashing me smirks, no doubt fully informed of his progress on Operation Kill Tate and K.C. The

This isn't high school," I said, eyeing him playfully. "You're way out of your depth.

I was going to Homecoming with the one person in this school who made my skin crawl, I was getting attention from a gorgeous, star football player that I could care less about, and I was having wet dreams about a potential sociopath who acted like he hated me most of the time.

You just think I'm cool, because I have all of the seasons of Vampire Diaries on DVD.

We never lost that. As much as I tried, I
could never erase you from my heart. That's why I was such an asshole and kept guys away from you.
You were always mine.

We're all ugly, Ryen. The only difference is, some hide it and some wear it.

There are too many people that try to change us, and not enough people who want us to be who we really are. Someone once made me see that, and i wanted to give that to you.

Jared is about as revealing as a hermit crab. He's like one of those piggy banks that you have to break to get anything out of. You can't just shake him and he'll give up the goods. You have to get the hammer.

Because he's the one pure, beautiful thing untainted by ugliness," he repeated his same words from the shower. "And we love him for it.

I want to touch you." His words were against my lips now. "I want to feel what's mine. What's always been mine.

I stared at his back as he left, my stomach churning at his commands and confidence, and I shot out my foot, kicking the leg of my chair. He had spanked me. He'd spanked me! I looked over at the windows, the angry sky dark with the promise of rain and the trees' leaves dancing wildly. Smooth sailing, my ass.

I didn't feel so lost when he was around. It was the only time I didn't feel lost.

Life is fifty wrong turns down a bumpy road. All you can hope is that you end up somewhere nice." "I

You've already made me cry countless times." I raised my middle finger to him slowly, and asked, "Do you know what this is?" I took my middle finger and patted the corner of my eye with it. "It's me, wiping away the last tear you'll ever get.

The perk about being the quiet girl was not many people really got to know you, which left you the advantage of surprise if you ever decided to switch gears in situations just like this.

Only. Ever. You. Jaxon Trent.

Maybe that's the thing I'd missed about love, you don't withhold it or partition it out when it's deserved."
#UntilYou

Maybe that's the thing I'd been missing about love. You don't withhold it or partition it out when it's deserved. You can't control it like that.

If you beat metal long enough, it turns to steel.

Sometimes I wore smiles but didn't feel them. Sometimes I felt them and didn't wear them. I didn't want her to know how much I craved this. I bit my bottom lip.

Those who are patient, plan. And beware the man with a plan.

Oh, shit! My breath caught as I slid, and I stupidly kept my weight on Tate, which was too much for her. Backward I fell and into my lap she stumbled. We slammed to the floor, hitting the wood hard. I'd probably bruised every damn inch of my ass, but Tate was cool. She landed on me. That was cool for me, too.

I'm your friend forever, and if that's all I get, then that's what I'm taking because only when you are here...do I feel like my life is worth a damn

Letting yourself be vulnerable isn't always a weakness. Sometimes it can be a conscious decision to draw the other person out.

Man, I wanted to unravel you, K.C.," he whispered, and then looked me straight in the eye. "I wanted inside you so badly.

Feeling strangely disconnected from the girl I used to be yet so glad to have found her again.

Then you have the gas." He smirked, and his eyes stayed on me as he revved the engine but didn't go anywhere. "Working the two together, you find the sweet spot. The point where she lets you take control.

But they don't fully appreciate the convenience of it in their lives," Professor Cain argued.
"Because it's not a convenience to them," I shot back, growing stronger. "It's their normal, because their frame of reference is different than yours was growing up. And we'll say it's a convenience when our children have things we didn't. But again, that won't be a convenience to them, either. It will be their normal."
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"And furthermore," I went on, "this discussion isn't useful, because it won't change anything. You're angry, because your generation has given mine advances in technology and then blame us for the altered reality? Where's the accountability?

Well, it's like you're saving your energy for something. Holding back. But it doesn't make any sense. Life is one-way, and there is no return trip. What are you waiting for?

Time passes by you like a bullet," he says. "and fear gives you the excuses you're craving to not do the things you know you should. Don't doubt yourself, don't second guess, don't let fear hold you back, don't be lazy, and don't base your decisions on how happy it will make others. Just go for it, okay?

The first thing that came to mind was an angel. Her hair flowing and shiny. Her legs dangling, long and smooth. She looked perfect where she was, like a painting.
And then I remembered that Satan was also an angel.

What if her heart had hardened so much that she closed herself off in order to survive?