Shey Stahl Quotes

Being in love is a strange thing. Even when you hate the person for saying or doing something, you don't stop loving them. You may want to or even go as far to say you won't, but when you love them, truly love them, it never goes away.

How can you think that? Don't you see it, Ro? The blood that runs through my veins, the air that fills my lungs, it belongs to you. It's only ever be you for me.

Where are we going tonight?"
"To meet Eddy at the Brickyard again. It's Thirsty Thursday apparently."
"Oh no, not participating in Thirsty Thursday. Wasted Wednesday was enough for me."
"Just be thankful it's not Mystery Monday or Tanked Tuesday.

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I began to understand that my life was measured in moments. There were moments that tested you, challenged you, and moments that could make you fall to your knees, begging for one more moment but you see, those moments defined you as a person. You need to take them as they come because before you know it, you're out of moments.

I know how you feel. I know because I live for the moment I hear your voice when you answer ... and everything changes for me. I live for the hello.

Sometimes everything changes and you're left wondering how it happened and where you could have down shifted.

Who says you have to live for right now? What if you can have the greatest love of your life, but you have to relive the past to find it again? Who says going back to the beginning won't make you happy right now?

What made them love you now when they didn't before?
I'll tell you why. You had the balls to do what they never did. You got inside the car and pushed yourself to be the best. You did that. No one else did.
What they don't understand is that there will always be confessions that bared no sound and lived inside my head, my heart, and were my own desire. They were my own aspirations and something they never took the time to discover.
I race for me. It's not selfish. It's me being me.
I do it because that's what I am and what is embedded into every fiber of my being.
I race for the adrenaline, the power, the rumbling in my chest when behind the wheel. The sense of belonging in a sport that's quick to prove you're nothing but still, I race for me. That is what defined me.

The thing about fairy tales was having faith in the things that don't come true, and appreciating them when they do.

Because I was a girl that hung on every word.

Have you ever been in love? It's a question you're asked a lot as a kid from your friends, adults, anyone. They're curious. How do you know you're in love? Do we even really know what love means? It's just a word to define a feeling.

My mom,Sarah used to tell me that you could be anywhere when you life begins but you wouldn't know it until it changed everything you thought you knew

The back of my neck says; If you're close enough to read this, you better be pullin' my hair and spankin' my ass!

I wanted her and only her.
I wanted to be a part of her storm.
I wanted to feel my pulse against hers.
I wanted the bitter on her sweet tongue.
I wanted the sadness in her sweet syrup eyes.
I wanted the silence in her screaming mind and the enigma that is really quite simple- a complicated happiness. I wasn't willing to let go. I was falling completely, forever, into solid fucking love that was swimming through my veins.
I wanted to be the breath in her mouth and the rhythm in her chest that would beat only for me.

Our love was dangerous.
It was asking me to come with him.
It was "South it is, brown eyes."
It was dancing in the rain on the hood of his car.
It was making dents that only we knew.
It was living in the moment and making memories and deals.
It was being in love and having your heart ripped from your chest. Here you take it, I don't want it anymore. It was that kind of shit.
It was "Please don't do this, not here."
It was here now, listen to me.
It was waiting, I water, and we waited. Nothing.
It was remembering every detail, everything that made him Dylan Wade and remembering nothing at all.

It was our story, played out on the open highway chasing sunsets. It wasn't an easy story to tell you. It was a story of kisses, lust, passion, youth, mistakes, lies, hiding, stupidity, judging, but most of all, love.

I want her sunrise and her sunset.

Our dirty talking quickly turned to "Do you need a good spanking?" which I enjoyed but when it turned to "Who's your daddy?" I slapped him across the face and told him to shut the hell up and just fuck me

Change. It could happen in the blink of an eye and it wasn't always bad. Sometimes change was good. Sometimes it showed you where you were meant to be all along.

If someone asked you what color the sky is, what would you say?

Life is never perfect. Even the strongest crumble and fall to their knees. Even legends say enough is enough. There's also a moment in time, a whisper of hope, a glisten of desire. It's a thread to a tie that brings a husband and wife together again. It's feeling him, it's feeling me, but it's feeling us.

He hidden smiles, the stolen glances, we had always loved each other from opposite sides of our own storms. Only the two fronts had collided, one force.

All I think about now is her amazing body wrapped around mine and broken furniture. And race car hoods and bearing alignment, assembly lubes and aligns boring. God honey, the affect you have on me is ... unbelievable.

❝ THE THING WAS, YOU EXPERIENCE LIFE AND YOU'RE FORCED TO DEAL WITH IT. LIKE IT OR NOT, IT HAPPENED AND YOU DEAL WITH IT. THAT'S THE DEAL. ❞

Our presence in the world was actually very small. It was our presence in the lives of others that made the world what it was. Every word we said, every gesture we made, every detail connected you to that presence you made whether you knew it or not.

❝ IF I WAS THE SAME PERSON WHEN OTHERS WEREN'T LOOKING AS I WAS WHEN THEY WERE. I DIDN'T KNOW WHO I WAS WHEN THEY WERE LOOKING. ❞

You can't see something shining if you're eyes are closed.

Some say a sunset can be too beautiful for words.I'd agree with that.There are a lot of things too beautiful for words for me.To me, it was the earth's way of saving the best for last.

You're acting like a child! was one brave reporter's response when I denied his interview.
Was I acting like child?
No, I didn't think I was. They didn't understand any of this if they thought that.
You know, sometimes I wanted to take their hands and place the truth in it. I wanted to give them everything I had. Sometimes I wanted to act like they treated me and show them how childish I could be. I wanted to give them the weight of everything I felt and let them be the goddamn judge of this shit.
Sometimes I wanted to vent, scream, and give it all away. Here, you take my talent. Take my life you feel the need to criticize every moment of the day. Take everything I have and you deal with the shit. You see what you can make of it since you seem to think I'm doing so badly.
I wanted them to feel the pressure, the inadequateness, the letdown, all of it.

If he didn't answer the door, why wasn't it acceptable to go through the window if it was open?

What do you mean he drew a dick on the wall...you mean like a man dick...Christ, I swear, the kids are not mine