Rebecca Yarros Quotes

You and I are inevitable, and you know it. We always have been. Gasoline and fire, remember?

Grief had no mercy, time limit, or expiration date.

Not everything epic is meant for a worldwide audience.

Don't you get it? You don't have to beg me for anything. I'm already yours.

The fire you have within you is impossible to kill. The first breath you take when you're free of all this, it will come roaring back. That's what is so impossibly beautiful about you.

I'd be worthy of her, not because she asked me to – she'd never ask me to change – but because she deserved the best man to hold her, understand her, love her.

Do you ever stop to think that you're moving too fast to savor anything around you before it's gone?

Who the hell was I kidding? I was already on fire for her. My heart had screamed out mine the moment I carried her from the water, and hadn't quit since.

Is this what it feel like?" he whispered so quietly that I leaned down.
"What it feels like?" I asked.
"Having a Dad?

We can either breathe through the pain or we can let it shape us.

You kick-started my heart and brought me to life the minute you opened your mouth and dished my own shit back at me. You gave me something to fight for, a reason to see beyond the shit hand fate had given me, and start to imagine a future. And when I think about my life, you're all I see. You're it. You are my miracle.

I was here for as long as Ella would let me stay. Because somewhere between letter number one and letter number twenty-four, I'd fallen in love with her.

Uhh, Emerson, are you okay?" Ryker asked as he unfolded his tall frame from the pickup, flickering his attention to Bash.
"She's fine," Bash answered for me.
"I sure as hell am not!" I answered.
"Are you going to stand there while this caveman carries me off?" Bash's hand tightened across my ass in response.
Ryker tilted his head and sighed. "Fuck my life, you two. You're not in the same town for a week and you're already at each other. Bash, are you going to hurt her? Rape her? Lock her away in a cave?"
"Don't be a pain in my ass, Ryker. Of course not."
"Emerson, are you honestly scared of Bash?" "What? No. He's just an asshole! Put me down!" I kicked my foot and Bash grunted. Good. "Okay, well you two kids have a nice night and work your shit out. Emmy, give him hell." He waved us off and went into the bar where his sister waited.
"Looks like it's just us, Emmy."
"You have to be kidding me," I groaned.

That's why you have me - to show you the parts of yourself that you can no longer see.

So you're saying slow? Or no?" He raised his arms and put his hands back against the glass. "Because you're killing me here.

Grief, by its very nature, is designed to suck the life out of us because we are so willing to join our dead. It's supposed to be this hard to figure out to do next, but it's that 'next' that makes us the living, and not our dead.

You still love me."
"Every fucking second I breathe. I will love you the rest of my life, December Howard, whether or not you're around to witness it.

The hardest battles - the most meaningful ones - they're fought against ourselves. Against our own fears, our own weaknesses, our own shattered expectations of what we thought this life would be.

Yeah, you know, like pick you up, we go out, have a good time, I steal a good night kiss?" He leaned back across the table and whispered, "I get to tell people you're mine?

Every fucking cell in my body screams out that she belongs with me.

Please fight for this, Ember. We are worth the fight. I love you, and that's something I've never said to any girl. I love you more than hockey, or the air I breathe. You love me, too!

I hope you sleep better than I do." The change in topics threw me. "You're not sleeping?" He slowly shook his head. "Knowing my bedroom backs up to yours, that you're only a wall away, lying in bed, makes that pretty fucking impossible." Every muscle in my body loosened, tingles of energy rushing through me. Could a girl orgasm from words? A charged silence passed between us. "'Night.

How's going, Harpy?" He teased Harper like we were back in high school. Like he hadn't skipped out to go fight wildfires and left me naked in his bed. Like I hadn't had to sneak out before his mom found me… like I was just another girl on his rotating calendar.
"Pretty good until you got here, Bash-hole," she answered in kind.

Just in the wrong place at the wrong time, baby. But I guess it led me to you, so it's more like the right place at the right time.

Well then, maybe it's time you realized that the best part isn't the end. It's what happens in between.

Just let me love you, December, because I can't stop anyways. I've been at your mercy since I was eighteen.

I want this; I want you, Ember. But tonight is about you, not us. You needed this, and I'm fucking ecstatic to give it to you, but we're not doing this." He pushed his hips against my ass, and I groaned, wanting him inside me. "Until it's about us, and no one else.

I would do anything for you." His eyes locked onto mine in the dashboard lights, intense and a little hurt. "What is it going to take for you to believe me? To trust me? You want my background checked? Do it. You want my credit score? Awesome. My bank account? I'll add you on. You have my word, my body, my time, and I'm standing here offering my last name. What else can I give you?

I'm your whatever."
"My whatever?"
The soft kiss he'd placed on my lips had me leaning in for more. "Whatever you need me to be," he whispered against my mouth.

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Love – when it was right – was enough to save you. Beckett taught me that every single day. And ours was more than enough.
And so was I.

She immediately pivoted, her finger already wagging. "Knock your shit off, Alex. I'm your kid's preschool teacher for fuck's sake.

I'm twenty-five years old, trying to run a growing business, raise twins on my own, and in the middle of…" My hands flailed, motioning to everything on my desk "…cancer. I don't' have time to go chasing romance. I don't care how good-looking he is." Or how massive his arms were. None of that mattered.

A love that demanded to be known and was strong enough not to need reciprocity.

I'm going to tell you every bad, ugly think about me. You're going to tell me every bad, ugly thing about you, and then we'll decide what to do about this insane pull between us."
I licked my bottom lip. "Oh, you think there' s a pull between us? I thought we were just friends."
His gray eyes sliced through me, cutting me all the way to my soul. "Samantha, if we weren't about to discuss our deepest secrets, I'd lay you across the table, strip those sexy little capris off your ass, and bury my tongue between your thighs. God knows I've thought about it enough. How's that for friends. Really, it's more of a force of nature, but I'll settle for you admitting that there's a pull."
My mouth was suddenly dry. I was never going to look at this table the same way again. "There's a pull," I admitted softly.

Don't look at me like that and tell me no. That's not fair.

Sometimes bad things happen. And there's no blame to be placed. You can't reason with the universe, no matter how sound your logic is … We are imperfect people made that way by an imperfect world, and we don't always get a say in what shapes us.

I love you, and it's not the kind of love that wavers. It's the scary kind that doesn't fade. I look at you, and I see not just everything I want for my life, but everything I am, because you took the emptiest, dark pits of my soul and filled them with you. You are as much part of me as my own heart, and it doesn't beat without you.

He tasted like sin and
heaven, all in one man.

For fuck's sake, December! You're carrying everyone in that damn house! Someone has to carry you. I can't just watch you suffer and do nothing.

This is not a temporary thing between us. There is no deadline. I. Am. Always. Yours."
He kissed me softly, his tongue tracing my lower lip. "So go ahead and fall. I've gotten really good at catching you.

How can we love each other this much and not make it? Why does a love like ours hurt us both so badly?

There are broken people in the world, Samantha. But you're not one of them. Dinged-up maybe, but not broken, and definitely not beyond repair.

There's no one on this earth who can love you as well as I can, and I wish it was enough.