Tara Brown Quotes

I grip him. "Don't leave me."
He kisses my lips, "Never again. This isn't me leaving you. This is me choosing you." He throws my words back at me.
He kisses me once more and then pushes off. He leaves and doesn't look back. I fight the urge to run after him.

I don't need to be saved. I'm the hero of my own story.

I know fear. Fear that cripples you. Fear that takes everything from you. The loss of my dream in the middle of the night ain't the issue. The warmth of the heavy air don't bother me none. Being woken to the feeling of someone's whispered words on my lips wouldn't be disturbing, if I knew whose words they was. But

The world has always been a selfish place where love is fleeting and people are fickle. Once upon a time, true love accidentally happened to the fortunate. They polluted and corrupted it, and like everything else, it got sick.

He grabs my arm and pulls me into his embrace. I close my eyes and it's perfection. The kiss is needy and desperate even if it's closed mouth. It's the things we don't say. Words like, I needed you more than anything in the entire world and here you are. It's the sentences neither of us can say. Because neither of us likes grand gestures or big words. But the kiss says it all, the desperate tremble of his fearful lips against mine, speak volumes compared to the words we may or may not be able to say.

The hurt in you and the hurt in me makes us a bad combination. Two hurt and broken things can't ever make a whole thing.

The door dings. I glance out and realize we are at the foyer again. A lady is standing there looking at us. She's holding a small shivering dog and they both look horrified. I follow her gaze to my shredded panties lying on the floor of the elevator.

They don't know those places in me. Only he does. Only he has seen the darkness inside of me and turns into love and light.

The image of him standing in the elevator doors, in his silver dress shirt and dark-grey dress pants wiping me off his lips, is the sexiest and most devastating thing I've ever seen.

He steps forward and kisses my forehead. His breath is soft, devastating warmth on my face. He turns and leaves. He chooses survival over me. It's no different than what I have done. We are both just trying so hard to survive me.

I needed to see you. He repeats himself.
I smile. I like that word, need. It's not want. He had no choice because it was a need to see me. I like that.

Sometimes the scariest things in life aren't the Vampires and the Werewolves, sometimes there are things even God doesn't want to know about. Which is why he created the Devil's Roses.

The dark is a quiet place. Reflection and contemplation are the only things to do in it. Well that, and imagine the worst things possible.
I don't have to reflect or contemplate or any of those things. I know what the worst things possible are. I know about the things that hide in the dark. Insanity is the least of them.

I will always be that guy's girl. I've made him so big in my mind that I can't even move around in there. It's not that I can even be with him. I just won't ever be without him. I'll never be whole without him.

I hear Canada is still free though. They ain't got slaver camps and ships.

The world in which we live is held together by love.
The world in which we love is held together by fate.
The world in which we die is of our own making.
Death comes from hatred and man is the only creature who hates, stronger than he loves.

The world sits quiet, as if sighing and taking a long inhale after what seemed like forever with mankind and the noise pollution.

They don't really know him, not the dark and scary parts, but then again they don't know those places in me. Only he does. Only he has seen the darkness. Only he embraces the darkness inside of me and turns it into love and light.

I laugh, but it's not mine. It belongs to this bitch, who sometimes likes to come out of my throat and say shit I'm not entirely sure I mean.

I think there's two kinds of love. One kind of love burns so hot that it burns out before you get a chance to enjoy it. The other love is one that lifts you and makes you better than you were before.

He smiles and the world is okay. It feels like it grew a tiny bit. Like I let him into the small corner where I live. He grabs my hand, squeezing it and kisses the top of it, Now stop trying to scare me off with talks of having kids and area rugs and shit. I'm not going anywhere.

Your negative actions will always speak over top of your kind words and only fools listen where the wise watch.

Always watch a man to determine his character. His words will surely try to lead you to one conclusion, but his actions will lead you to the truth

He kissed my belly, "Just think. All the love that we have for each other, we put it in this safe place here." He kissed my belly again.

They're normal. He's wearing a sweater and a polo and she's got on a blouse. The people who wore sweaters and blouses were the ones you wanted at the orphanage. I always wanted a sweater and a blouse. But they all knew who I was. No one wants that kid. God knows what's already been done to that kid or what they'll do to the kids already in your house.

He grabs my hands and lifts them up in the air. I grip the railing on the top of the bed.
"Don't move those hands," he whispers into my nape. I nod and lick my lips. I'm on my tiptoes. My breath is catching and coming out spurts of rough air. His hands run down my arms. I shiver and pant. His lips brush the back of my neck. He sweeps my hair to one side, kissing down my shoulder blade. Heat and nerves battle low in my belly as his hands grip my hips, pulling me back to him.
"Don't let go of that railing, Sarah." His words are growled between kisses and licks. I hear the menacing threat in them.

I watched you fall in love with me. I saw the smile cross your lips when it happened. I remember that day. I was the first day I knew I had no heart.

I can feel the sickening fear inside of me subside as my instincts take over. Inside of me are animal instincts. They were born in a world I wasn't. They take over when I need them to. They've taught me how to survive. I have learned it is the most important part of the world I live in.

I shake my head, "What can he do he hasn't already done? What can anyone do to me that hasn't already be done?" I turn and face her, "I don't have any walls left, Shell. I'm like a single tree standing in a field for everyone to see. There is nowhere for me to hide.

Did you make the crawl of shame?"
I open one eye and smirk, "What?"
She pulls back the covers and plucks my t-shirt, "What is this?"
I swallow and stretch and moan a little, "My…" I clear my throat, "Uhm...t-shirt."
I make duck lips and watch her.
She arches her eyebrow and shakes her head, pointing at my shirt and waggling her finger. "Nuh uh. No. I know all your dirty skeezy little orphan clothes and this shit isn't yours." She bats her eyelashes blankly, "Spill bitch.

I smirk. There is no weird pillow talk and no pretending we're soft delicate people. No apologies, limits yes, but no shame.

I'm going to be pissed if I walk all the way to the camp and end up getting shot.

I can't help but laugh inside at how I still felt safer leaving through the backdoor, even though there is no front or back. There are only doors. They don't go anywhere anymore, because there is no direction.

Nothing goes anywhere.

How is he so rich and hot and normal?"
I shake my head, "He's rich and hot, but he's not normal. I see a sickness in his eyes. They're broken like mine. Like a mirror with cracks in it but none of the glass has fallen out of the frame.

In the ring Tink." Lance points at me.
I sigh, "Lance…uhm…sir. My name is Sarah."
He waves me off, "We all have nicknames here. I'll never remember Sarah. But with your hair in that bun, you look like Tinkerbell.

I close the door and click the lock. My stomach sinks. I know I'm in for the fight of my life.
She is bait. If ever I've seen bait, she is it.

Those smutty books sell because women wish their husbands had half the balls the men in those books do.

And get some self-esteem. What the fuck is that? It's so annoying to see a pretty girl see herself as not worthy. You know what it makes us guys think you aren't worthy? We see you how you see you. You're pretty and funny and smart. Stop being such a douche-canoe.

children from the same womb would share the same precious blood." I gag.

We drive in silence until I need an answer, "What did he say to you at the elevator?" I look straight ahead when I ask.
"He thanked me for being there for you, even as a boy, when he could not protect you himself. He told me that I had his permission to love you.

I don't want to be the china doll you glued back together. I don't want to look whole from a distance, but when you get close enough you can see all the cracks."
He runs a gloved hand down my cheeks, "The cracks make us who we are."
I shake my head, "We can be better than this.

You are so lucky to have each other. I've never actually seen a man love a woman as much as he loves you, Sarah. I love your father and he loves me. We have survived a lot of things, but I know in my heart of hearts our love is not as intense as yours.