Tess Oliver Quotes

You're not the kind of girl a guy wants to be friends with, you're the kind of girl he wants to give his heart to.

Your thigh? Your shoulder? Is there any part of you that hasn't been hurt yet?"
He seemed to be contemplating my question for a moment and then he nodded. He tapped his chest. "Yeah, my heart." He looked over at me. "But its feeling mighty vulnerable these days, so who knows.

He's rich. Rich boys are always handsome.

I don't know how it happened. Through the din of the crowd, I heard this tiny scream. As small and distant as it was, it was like thunder in my head.' He looked up at me. Some of the blood had drained from his face making the dark circles under his eyes more pronounced. 'I knew it was you. I don't know how or why, but I knew it was you.

You were meant for me, Poppy. I can feel it in my fingertips when I touch you.

Sometimes I look for words to describe how I feel about her, and there aren't any. They don't exist. There's nothing strong enough.

Well, if she doesn't like pelicans she must be very disagreeable.

He looked down at my fingers wrapped around his coat then lifted his eyes to mine. 'My tiny huntress, do you know what you've done to me?

And speaking of passion," his breath floated over my lips, "I've found one that has nothing to do with paints and canvas." His lips grazed mine. "Eden.

His arms held me like a vice, and I wondered if he would crush the life from me, and it occurred to me that I didn't care as long as I died in his arms ...

Cade grabbed my hand and pressed it against his chest. You are right here forever, and no magic tricks or sorcery can pry you from my heart.

Hell won't be so bad, you know. After all, I'll be there to keep you company.

Don't ever do that again, my intoxicating, wicked genius.

What's wrong?" "Nothing. I just wish there was a way to bottle your laugh. I'd wear it on a chain around my neck. That way, I could listen to it anytime.

Jane, you have invaded my soul. You own my heart and there is nothing that will ever change that. You possess me wholly.

And when you blush it puts even the perfect rose to shame.

A paper man. How romantic. And when I tire of him, I can just crumple him into a huge ball.

Seeing that guy touch you was too much. I couldn't stop myself. Before I knew it, I was flying across that bar thinking, he touched you and I was going to have to pound him for it. No one fucking touches you except me." His mouth came down over mine again. He held me so tightly, I was sure he'd squeeze the breath from me. "Since I had you pressed up against the wall in that closet, I knew that you had to be mine," he whispered against my mouth.

I remember watching you from the back seat with those same big hands gripping the steering wheel, and all I could think was someday I want those massive arms to hold me. I knew nothing bad could happen to me wrapped in those unbelievable arms.

He would be gone soon, and with all that had happened in Blackpool Cove, I could not afford to send a piece of my heart with him.

Nathaniel Strider could never love. He's obviously discovered early on that girls' hearts were vulnerable and all a lad needed was a penetrating gaze and a disarming smile and the world was at his feet.

And I never wanted her to be scared of me, or scared of anything again. She'd already lived through the worst life had to offer. She'd earned that right, the right to never be terrified again. Let's

It was disgusting and terrific all at the same time.

Since Dreygon likes to run this place like a medieval king, I would suggest a duel with pistols at dawn. But after the way you handled that gun yesterday, I wouldn't have a chance."
"I guess not."
"How are you with swords?" Jericho said.
I laughed. "Not sure. But for that girl, I think I'd fight with flaming chainsaws if that's what it took.

Do I still 'ave an eye?" I laughed. "Still there." He straightened with a sigh. "Too bad. I hear girls take a liking to a man with an eye patch." "Yes, when the eye was lost in some wildly romantic fashion like a sword fight or pistol duel. Not from smacking it on the eyepiece of a microscope. And you hardly need any more help with the ladies.

I thought I could handle it, and I was doing pretty well until I sat across from you and looked up at you from my canvas. It all fell to pieces then, and I knew I'd been fooling myself. To have you sit a few feel away and only touch you with my eyes was too much to bear.

Blasted grave marker. There sure are a bloody lot of them. They've got some nerve burying all these dead people here.

When I'm near you, the air around you vibrates with life, Beck Ryker.

It's like being tethered to an angel. Hell keeps calling me but I can't let go.

Thank you," he said in that deep tone that was always laced with sadness.
"For what?" I asked.
This time he reached up and pushed a strand of hair from my face. "For seeing me. Most people I meet look right through me. But when you look at me, I feel real, I feel like flesh, bone and blood.

His smile reappeared. It was not large or extraordinary, but it was one I would not soon forget.

What silence? I hear every word you write, every word you speak with your incredible face as if you'd spoken the words out a loud. You were meant to be with me, Scotlyn. Not him.

We're going to be matchmakers and find the perfect girl for Barrett."
"I already told them that every girl is perfect, and that's the problem--cant pick just one."
"You're full of shit," Taylor waved him off. "All right, first of all--do you prefer brunette, blonde, ginger, or bald?"
"Yes," Barrett said confidently.
"Which one?" Taylor asked.
"All of them."
"Even bald?" I asked.
He shrugged. "Could be sexy.

It's one thing to love someone so completely that their loss causes you unfathomable grief, agony that rips at your very being. It's another thing to love someone so completely that you can no longer go on with your own life.