Tarryn Fisher Quotes

How come Justin Bieber never gets any better at being a thug?

Isaac is touch, and he is sound. He is smell and he is sight. I tried to make him a single sense like I did with everyone else, but he is all of them. He overpowers my senses and that is exactly why I ran from him. I was afraid of feeling brightly - afraid I would become used to the color and sounds and smells, and they would be taken from me. I was a self-fulfilling prophecy; destroying before I could be destroyed. I wrote about women like that, I didn't realize I was one.

nor do I tell her that in my mind the line between Harry Potter and real life is blurry, if not non-existent.

He's wearing a white button down, black pants, and suspenders. He's not my type, but the getup is pretty sexy. Like, put your brother in suspenders and he might become hot too. Okay, that was too far, and I need to stop watching Game of Thrones. Kit

It's your darkness that pulls me in. Your mud vein. But sometimes having a mud vein will kill you.

Because I cared more about knowing you than I did about winning another game.

Am I supposed to say I'm sorry for what happened with Leah?"
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"I wouldn't believe you if you did."
She smiles; it starts in her eyes and spreads slowly to her lips.

Ok. I'm going to hang here for a while." Cammie smiled sugar-sweetly up at me. Her face looked innocent, but her eyes looked evil. I could see the gossip monster crawling its way up her esophagus and pushing frantically behind her mouth to be let out.

You never quite stop loving someone when you're in that deep.

I want a cigarette. I want a cigarette. I want to kill the woman my husband loves. This is all her fault. I got pregnant to secure the man that I had already married. A woman shouldn't have to do that. She should feel safe in her marriage. That's why you got married - to feel safe from all the men who were trying to siphon your soul. I'd yielded my soul to Caleb willingly. Offered it up like a sacrificial lamb. Now, I was not only going to have to compete with the memory of another woman, but a shriveled up baby. He was already staring into her eyes like he could see the Grand Canyon tucked away in her irises. I

...love was desire and desire was an emptiness.

I take pictures because I want to remember this place and all the things it made me feel. What does it feel like? I ask myself. Like cold air in your lungs after too much warm air.

Nothing is better than the discovery of another living, breathing human, who fights the same as you do, loves the same as you do, and understands you with such clarity that it feels erotic.

The loss of innocence is the most severe of growing pains.

I suck thoughtfully on the word "temporary". It could be my time with him is as temporary as hair dye, or an adrenaline rush. I decide I'll take either one.

I kind of like being single. You're not responsible to tell anyone where you are or who you're with. It's freedom and loneliness, exhilaration and inner calm. You don't have to shave.

The moon is wicked, jealous of the sun. People do bad things in the dark, under the hollow gaze of the moon. It's smiling at me now, proud of my sin.

Love sticks, and it stays and it braves the bullshit.

I'm a predator. I wait for women to tell me what they want, and then I convince them that I can give it to them."
I laugh. "I already know you're a man. Tell me something new.

As far as I was concerned children had bipolar disorder. They were angry, unpredictable, emotional ambulance-sirens with pigtails, grubby hands and food-crusted mouths that twisted from smiles to frowns and back again as quick as a breath. No, thank you very much. If I wanted a three-foot warlord as my master, I'd hire a rabid monkey to do the job.

How many times can a heart be broken before it is beyond mend?

You're my hiding place. I go to you when I'm messed up.

You're wearing that dress simply because you like it. You don't dress to make men look at you - you hate men. But, your body is ridiculous and it happens anyway. You walk and your hips sway from side to side, but you don't walk that way to get attention, it's just the way you move - and everyone looks. Everyone. And when you listen to people speak, you unconsciously bite your lower lip and then let your teeth slide across it. And when you order wine at dinner, you play with the stem of your wine glass. You run your fingers up and down. You are sex and you don't even know it. Which makes you even sexier. So, when I think dirty thoughts, forgive me. I'm just under your spell like everyone else.

Life does not accommodate you, it shatters you. Love is mean, but it's good. It keeps us alive.

And isn't that the best thing - to not like something together?

This was not me. I was spilling my guts, as some people called it; divulging. It was word vomit and Saphira Elgin had her fingers down my throat. I discovered that private things were mostly sour. They sat spoiling in the corners of your hear for so long that by the time you acknowledged them you were dealing with something rancid. And that's what I did; I threw every rotting thing at her, and she absorbed each one.

I'd do it again just to show you I'd do it.

I miss you. No, not just miss you, my heart aches every day because you're not there.

Wherever we go in the next life, we'll be together," I say.
"Let's not go to hell then, that's where Leah will be.

I love you
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If you leave him, I'll leave her
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Can we talk?
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I'm trying to find out where we are going. Olivia. I already know you love me." I glared up at him in shock and he shrugged. "The fact that you can't say it - is a problem. I love you.

What would it be life to forget your favourite colour? Or the girl that smashed up your heart?

You want your freedom until you get it, then you feel bare without your chains. I wonder if we ever get out of here, will we feel the loss?

Because I'm not brave enough to change with everyone watching me. I want to do it alone. I want it to be real.

My mother is beautiful in the same way that a storm is beautiful. She is wild and destructive, and in the middle of her fury you feel her God given right to destroy.

You almost feel dirty for reading [Gillian Flynn's] books, like you've been forced to join your conscience with those of her morally murky protagonists.

I'm not moving in with anyone until I marry them," he said.
I hadn't heard anyone say this since I was fifteen and my parents forced me to go to Bible camp. "Swell," I said. "And I'm not sleeping with anyone until I marry them."
Caleb turned his best 'I can have you whenever I want you' look on me, and I got so flustered I didn't know whether to kiss him or blush.

You're a good guy, Caleb Drake."
"A man is only as good as what he loves most, right?" I flinched. Hopefully, that wasn't true. I was about as rotten as a month old egg.

You've been silent your whole life. You were silent when we met, silent when you suffered. Silent when life kept hitting you. I was like that too, a little. But not like you. You are a stillness. And I tried to move you. It didn't work. But that doesn't mean you didn't move me. I heard everything you didn't say. I heard it so loudly that I couldn't shut it off. Your silence, Senna, I hear it so loudly.

His lips move against my hair. "I'm sorry, Senna."
I tremble. He's sorry? Him? "For what?" There is a million year pause.
"I couldn't save you this time."
I cry into his chest. Not because he couldn't. Because he wanted to.

I've always liked that name. She looks like an Estella." A catch in his voice. She looks like a bald, old man to me, but I nod. I am incapable of saying no to my husband, so it looks like the kid just got screwed.

Don't be upset that you can't attain constant happiness. It's the quickest way to feel like a failure in life. If each of our lives represented a page in a book, happiness would be the punctuation. It breaks up the parts that are too long. It closes off some things, divides others. But it's brief - showing up when it's needed and filling tired paragraphs with breaks.

Please don't forget me, because the possibility of that hurts more than anything else.

The seasons split at the seams: spring, summer, fall and winter. I've always pictured them as giant sacks filled with air and color and smell. When it's time for one season to be over, the next seasons splits open and pours over the world, drowning its tired and waning predecessor with its strength.

After all, I am angry, and yelling - channeling my inner Professor McGonagal like a bad bitch.

He will remember eventually and this whole charade will come crashing down around me like a bad game of Jenga. Until then, I have him back and I am going to hold onto that for as long as I can.

Olivia, I once told you that I would love again, and that you would hurt forever. Do you remember?"
She nods. It's a painful memory for both of us.
"It was a lie. I knew it was a lie, even as I said it. I've never loved anyone after you. I never will."
I walk out.
Walk away.
No more fighting - not for her, or with her, or with myself.
I am so sad.

We all do don't we? We are consumed with our own mortality. Some people eat right and exercise to preserve their lives, others drink and do drugs daring fate to take theirs, and then there are the floaters - the ones who try to ignore their mortality altogether because they're afraid of it."
"Which are you?"
He set down his knife and looked at me.
"I've been all three. And now I'm undecided.

Life always keeps moving, even if it has to drag you along, kicking and screaming.

There is no such thing as a clean slate. I know that now. You just embrace your dirty slate and build over it.

The first time I saw her - my God - it was like I'd never seen another woman in all my life. It was the way she walked that caught my eye. She moved like water: fluid, determined. Everything else blended together in a blur and all I saw was her. The only solid in all that color.

You can't run away to find yourself. Yourself is there no matter where you go. The difference is- if your running you'll be too busy to pick up the sword and face your emotions. Sometimes your enemy will be you, sometimes it will be those who have the power to hurt you. Take off your shoes and stop running. Live barefoot and fucking fight.

I missed the idea of marriage, the one you had when you were young and emotionally unblemished.

You're strong enough to protect your heart and mine, and your heart from mine. I'll give you everything I have because from the day I met you, it's belonged to you.I kiss her then I roll on top of her. And that's it. Our hearts are married.

Olivia, you can have any man you want. Why him ? Why is it always about Caleb ?" "Because ... because I didn't need anyone until I met him.

Life is too short to hide your wrongs. So I hide myself instead.

Nick was wrong about me. Having a mud vein didn't kill me; it saved me. My vein drew Isaac. He was the light and he followed me into the darkness. He became the darkness, then he carried my burdens so I wouldn't have to.

Shunned by association.

We were an us, Charlie. And holy shit, I can see why.

There are cities that take your breath away by their sheer size; some by the beat of their rhythmic culture, but Seattle gives you your breath back. Fills your lungs. I take it in and feel like I can breathe for the first time in my life. My God, it's like I've been looking for this place all along. My

You know," I saw, leaning across the table and taking her hand. "I could have sex with a thousand women, and it wouldn't feel like it did that night in the orange grove.

You believe in a person's permanence because humans have a tendency to stick to you when life is good. I call them honey summers. I've had enough honey summers in life to know that people leave you when winter comes.

I was waiting for you - for years. I didn't live. I just waited for you to come back.

It's time to stop waiting, isn't it? To be ready. For life to start. I'm not even sure what I was waiting for.

He promised you a lot and he promised it to someone who needed it to be true. There was a disconnect in your relationship - I don't know where it stems from or why, but he did know that for once in your life you needed to not be let down. He wasn't selfless enough to do that." Oh

It's not often you get something for free in this life.

It's better that you leave her alone," she said. "There isn't just water under your bridge, there's maggots and shit and dead bodies. Now, get the fuck out of my house before I call the police.

I like my scars," I say. "I earned them. Now, get out.

I didn't eat pork either. Except bacon, of course. Everyone eats bacon.

You are a gifted actress. I say with a flick of my eyes. And I hate you.

A man is only as good as what he loves most, right?

This is a fast love culture, where people
fall in and out of something so sacred you wonder if it has the same meaning it did a hundred years ago.

most bravery boiled down to nothing more than a strong sense of duty that piggybacked an even stronger sense of crazy. Everything brave was a little bit crazy.

This was perfect. I was about a ten on the poison scale. If he needed venom, I could inject it directly into his neck.

I marvel at how yearning can make you disintegrate.

Maybe the guy loves a good bitch - but you're treading a thin line between attractively bitchy and psycho.

That was the moment my heart threaded with hers. It was as if someone reached down with a sewing needle and stitched my soul to hers

You are going to destroy me, you know that?' I knew.

Kidnappings made for ransom were fast and messy; guns pointed at your head, urgent demands. Not keypads on the door and enough food to last through one of George R.R. Martin's long winters.

Every time you want to remember what love feels like, you look for me.

I always wanted this - to come to restaurants that raise their own cows and mortgage bottles of wine. But, it makes me feel insecure - reminds me that I'm really just poor, white trash with a good job.

She's beautiful, but in a shameful way. One I'm not sure I'm supposed to appreciate. Everything about her is captivating, like the aftermath of a storm. People aren't supposed to get pleasure out of destruction Mother Nature is capable of, but we want to stare anyway. - Silas Nash

This is something I've learned. You can't run away to find yourself. Yourself is there no matter where you go.

I think that after the first time you give your heart away, you never get it back. The rest of your life is just you pretending that you still have a heart.

And, as I get to the airport, I realize that I'm a runner. Life gets hot and I pack my things and leave. It's new, but so is being an adult. I'm learning about myself. But, hey! I did what I came to do. So I'm an accomplished runner. Greer

Will you marry me, Olivia? You are the only woman I know how to love. The only woman I want to love. He doesn't lower himself to his knee and he doesn't need to. I am rocking on the edge of an emotional meltdown as is

Come back to me. Come back. Come.

You're just raw, and yourself, and beautiful. You don't need anything from anyone, unless it's the kind of love that chooses you first, always.

It's the same guilty game I've been playing all along, to be near Caleb, regardless of the circumstance or cost.

Pain makes humans selfish. Blocked off. Focused inward instead of outward.

She's mine. She always has been, she always will be.

He is a longing I will never cure.

Forgiveness is for Buddhists.

I have finally accepted that there are consequences to every action. I earned them and they are rightfully mine. There is no time to make bad decisions. Every step is precious. The definition of living is mine.

Steve shook his head. "Some people take more work than others. You fell in love with a really complicated woman. You can weigh how hard things can and will be for the two of you, but what you really need to consider is if you can live without her." I was out the door a second later. No. No, I couldn't live without her.

K: Also, for being in my state- #Fuckyou.

Wanting someone to notice you all the while praying no one does.

Be bold about your right to be loved.

I fully expect him to do as I say. Hands on hips, I wait. After all, I am angry, and yelling - channeling my inner Professor McGonagall like a bad bitch.

Yeah, you got married, didn't you? But,
you only did it because you thought we were over - and we're not over. We'll never be over. If you think that little piece of metal on your finger can shield off your feelings for me, you're wrong. I wore one for five years and there wasn't a day that went by where I wasn't wishing it were you.