Sarah Michelle Lynch Quotes

The job he did kept his brain busy enough to cover up the anxiety; to distract him from his dark thoughts. He could deal with lists and finances, any amount of work, any sort of job. That came easy to him. But love? Love was alien and frightening. The anxiety he felt at just the thought of her leaving him made him feel so severely sick sometimes, he couldn't even work. He was so in love with her.

Nobody has forever; you of all should know that. We have moments, mere moments in time, during which we're given brief windows to steal a smidgen of happiness for ourselves. Don't you see? This is our moment. Ask yourself, is this what Daltrey would have wanted for you? Eh? Confronting some rogue to get justice for people who are dead and no longer care? Wherever your people are, and wherever Daltrey is, they are somewhere better and the only piece of heaven on earth we have is us, and you're neglecting our chance here, to be happy. All you keep thinking about is righting the wrong, but the only wrong is inside your mind. The only wrong is you." I gasped, breathless, regretting some of my words but not all.

This session is over. You don't make demands of a Mistress for the purpose of sport.

Tugging on his chain, I reminded him, "Leash the beast for now.

I'll put all those cracked pieces back together and when they're ready, I'll glue them right, mould them to be strong again.

Do the things I never did. Swear. Wear neon colours. Skydive. Climb fences. Ride horses naked. Say obscene things. Make love. Shout at people when they piss you off. Toot your horn. Scream. Become tainted and be proud of it. It's who you are. You came into this world naked and blank, like a canvass, but I want you to go screaming out of it covered in every colour of the rainbow.

I was strong as long as I never looked into his eyes.

Love alone can't fix me. I'm broken in ways you can't imagine. Daily, I'm coping with scenarios I build in my head… scenarios involving you in danger. I see danger everywhere. It's who I am, what I do. I can't help the way I feel. I need to closet you, coddle you, protect you against my bosom and smother you.

I can still feel, taste and smell that year. Like it's cemented in my soul. Well, I guess it is.

I drift through forests in my dreams, I swim the lake I imagine for myself when I'm sad. It's so blue and clear. I scoop some water into my hands as I tread water and I can see right through it, almost as if it's air. Tiny, luminescent fish live at the bottom of the pool and wink at me as I swim naked and free above them, my hair spilling out around me.

A blast of whooshing pleasure swept through me and I fell over the other side, into sweet currents of relaxing little judders. The gentleman pulled away and I lay there still sprawled and used. I didn't care. I'd been indoctrinated in the ways of the flesh and my exposure to it was like a drug.

People do strange things when they've been inspired. Moreover they're moved to achieve something they never would've done before.

I don't quit now, I'll never quit, and if I stay here, I'll be the girl with the blue hair and I'll be known for nothing else.

I walk off reminding myself that some people sacrifice everything they are for love. But it's worth it, every time.

Dommes didn't react; they just walked away.