Saffron A. Kent Quotes

Bravery is picking up a pen and writing. Bravery is gouging out words from inside you and then imprinting them on a page to make them permanent. Bravery is knowing they might not ever be read by anyone, that the art you leave behind, the contributions you make to the world, might never be known by anyone. Bravery is knowing all of that but doing it anyway.

I'd be careful then. Bad things happen to those who trespass," he says in a voice that steals my own.

It could almost be a story I'll tell myself when I'm dying. The Harlot fell in love with the Fire-breather. It was beautiful and right. It was wrong and ugly, just like the earth beneath my feet. It was tragic and ecstatic. It was everything I'd hoped love could be.

I don't regret falling in love; I only regret how it happened.

I'm his puppet and he is my invisible master, holding my strings from miles away.

Because I'm selfish, Layla. I'll ruin you, set you on fire, and won't even look back. I'll take and take until you're empty and hollow.

You're in my fucking blood, and I'll tear apart anyone who dares to fucking touch you.

What does requited love look like? I want to see it.

In this moment, we're more than soul mates. We inhabit each other's bodies. We are one. One skin. One heart. One need.

Wounded and battered, my body is a warzone, a torn-up village after a sandstorm.

The day we met you watched the moon
While I watched you.
Tall and alone.
Dark and lonely.
You looked like my mirror.
Cracked and empty.
Dried up and chewed out.
I could have been yours.
If only you had looked at me.

Because unrequited love is like a dead, useless organ. It's functionless. It's sicker than a disease. You can cure a disease, but you can't fix a defective soul.

He doesn't even look like he belongs to this world. He is too beautiful, too haunted to be human.

Unrequited love and insomnia are longtime friends of mine. They might even be siblings - evil and uncaring with sticky fingers.

A lover is the one who waits," he paraphrases. "Then, I'll wait. Forever

Silence is the worst response when trying to get someone to notice you.

You know this is breaking and entering, don't you? I remember locking my door. So either let me dress your wounds or I'm calling the cops on you."
"Did you hear yourself?" I ask, exasperatedly. "Are you saying if I don't let you take care of me, you'll have me arrested?

People think it's the monsters who do bad things, but it's not. It's people like us. All the monsters ever do is live in storybooks. Or in closets. It's the humans who destroy things. Life isn't black and white, James. It's all fucking gray.