R.K. Ryals Quotes

That awkward moment right before you die when you realize you haven't done enough in life to be considered living." ~Peregrine Storke~

So, in short, I don't have to look into a mirror to see the changes in me. I just need to keep walking, and I need to care enough about my shoes to stop occasionally and think about where they've taken me.

I've now loved two men in my life, and I've lost them both. Losing them hurts, but their lives taught me so much about living that what they taught me somehow overshadows the loss.

I wasn't just tied to the beast, we were somehow part of the same person. The freakishly opposite sides of the same f*ing coin." Dayton in Redemption

Love isn't roses. It's those little square caramels and a root beer from the gas station because he knows that's your favorite snack. It's watching a musical with you without groaning. It's handing you your glasses at night because he knows you're too blind to find your way to the bathroom without them. Love is awkward.

Love isn't about happy endings where knowing every day from here on out will be full of sunshine and rainbows. Love is about obstacles, about travelling through life together despite them. Obstacles make us stronger.

Sometimes love isn't forever. Sometimes it's just moments in your life that teach you. If it's the forever after kind of love, it'll find you again. If it isn't, don't let a broken heart break you. Let it make you love harder. Love is a mistake worth making.

There's guilt, and then there's a lifetime of fear and regrets. Guilt hurts. Fear makes us too cautious. Regret tears us apart. Sometimes, being broken can be beautiful. If we can't see the beauty in the pain, then we truly do go insane. ~Lyric Mason

If you are looking for a happy book about beautiful people, this is the wrong story. If you are looking for a narrative without emotion, without regrets, and without mistakes, this is definitely the wrong story.

Relationships are as much a work of art as a drawing. It takes time. It takes a lot of erasing, smudging, and redoing. In the end, it's usually worth it. Sometimes, it's not.

I was not being mean. Mean was her mother giving her the name Bernice Woodward.

Ryals, R.K.. Cursed (The Thorne Trilogy Book 1) (Kindle Locations 66-67). . Kindle Edition.

True sorrow like true happiness comes from love.

The unknown is exciting. Not knowing what you really want to do is an adventure. It's a chance to go out there and find out what you want, to learn about yourself. Not everyone has it figured out, you know.

Because often it is the reader of adventures who saves the world. Because no matter how bad things look, or how rough things get, the reader keeps turning the pages... A reader never walks away from her own story.

Dying felt like being tickled. It felt like tiny fingers running across my body in a dark world where it was okay to laugh loudly and badly.

What was better?" he asked. "The kiss or the fall?" He pulled to a stop in front of the house, and I smiled, my face averted. "Aren't they the same thing?

It is how we perceive ourselves that matters. True courage isn't about being brave. True beauty isn't about being beautiful. True courage is about being real. True beauty is about being happy.

Embrace what makes you awkward. We all should.

There are no words big enough to describe grief. It's an incredibly lonely, empty place, a large hole that swallows your soul and threatens to destroy it. It's a dark place with no light that blinds you, deafens you, and crushes your spirit. It's a place full of memories you're afraid to lose.
I was in that place. No amount of tears washed away the loneliness. No amount of screams chased it away. There were simply memories, an avalanche of memories that I desperately needed to hold onto.
There was so much that death didn't prepare me for. It didn't prepare me for the storm that would break my will. ~Hawthorn

I look into the eyes of the world, and what do I see?
I see the eyes of the world looking back at me.

Life kinda sucks, doesn't it?" I asked against Foster's neck. He laughed into my hair. "It kinda doesn't sometimes, too.

There's a lot that can be said about holding hands. Such a simple gesture, and yet it yells things. This person is mine, it says. It anchors two people together and keeps them rooted. Hands tell complicated stories, and by holding hands, the stories are combined. Lifeline to lifeline.

Sometimes it takes stepping away from everything to see the things that are wrong.

There's only so much I can do aside from locking him in his room or super gluing a condom to his penis

Sometimes we lose our way and just need someone to help us find our way back.

There's this thing love stories always forget to mention. That love isn't a constant thing. Sometimes it changes, other times it fades completely. Sometimes you have to fall in love twice to truly understand it.

I grieved his loss, but I think it would have been worse if I'd never known him. I loved that I'd loved him.

Maybe love could just be a moment, the kind that teaches rather than robs.

Life is like a book. Some of the pages you want to rip out and others you want to keep. I've been ripping out a lot of pages lately, getting rid of the ugly stuff. The stuff that's left behind isn't as bad as I thought it was.

There is never love without hurt, but I'd rather hurt than to have never loved.

He'd left me a song, a pair of shoes, and a reason to fly. It was enough.

Love could just be a moment, an amazing moment that could teach a person to breathe. It didn't have to hold a person back.

That awkward moment when you discover the guy you never wanted to know becomes the guy you want to understand.

For my sake," he said suddenly, and my chest throbbed. "For your sake," I replied.

Such a funny thing death is for mortals. You cry. You morn. You grieve. You get angry. But death is not always tragic, dear one. Sometimes death is the ultimate expression of love.

We are only defeated when we allow ourselves to be defeated.

Loneliness often fools us into believing everyone is bad.

This world is built on awkwardness, on the idea that there is someplace where it's okay to be different. Where it's okay not to be perfect," the troll said. "This world lives in more than one imagination. It was simply your hand that finally gave it a face.