Katy To Blake Quotes

Are you, like... Jason Bourne or something? ~ Jennifer L. Armentrout

I take a cooking class everywhere I travel. I find it's the best way to get to know a culture. ~ Blake Lively

Just because Hottie McHot Ass walks in with his super metro hot best friend, and all those like muscles and shit, doesn't mean you get to turn into a pile of goo. We hate them. ~ Lexi Blake

What you need to know about me is that I always just wanted to be a country singer. I didn't choose the path of television or being on magazine covers. ~ Blake Shelton

my old world is feeling more and more like a ghost. You know how a dream feels the farther you get from it? It loses its color and intensity and logic. Your emotional connection to it fades. ~ Blake Crouch

This doesn't work. Being apart destroys us. I can't live without you Blake. I can barely survive a night without you. How am I supposed to risk losing you for a lifetime? ~ Meredith Wild

You wouldn't think that people would believe that we all got so incredibly beat up - in so many interesting ways - from a bear attack. Especially not when Carmel is sporting a bite mark that is a spot-on match for wounds found at one of the most horrifying crime scenes in recent history. But I never fail to be surprised by what people will believe. ~ Kendare Blake

She crossed over death to call me. I crossed through Hell to find her. ~ Kendare Blake

You don't want me to fight? I won't fight. You want me to break up with Gemma? She's gone. You want me to quit my shit job, give up my apartment in Charles Town, and move to Maryland? Done. You want to go to college? I'll make it happen. "I've been half d-dead for ten years, Gris, but then you walked back into my life, and I came alive again. You make me want to live. You make me want to be a better man. "I love you, and when I say that, I mean that you're my reason for breathing, for eating, for drinking, for sleeping, for living. I will never hurt you. I will never leave you. I will always protect you. There is no one more important to me than you, and as long as I live, there never w-will be. ~ Katy Regnery

Beckett watched as Kyle danced. "Looks like Fairy Princess has wings."
It was as if she were alone in the room. She owned the space as she combined flying jumps with conventional dance club moves. No one could touch her talent, so they stayed on the perimeter as a backdrop to her unchoreographed show.
"She's always been a beautiful dancer." Livia sat down in a chair that faced the dancefloor and Blake. ~ Debra Anastasia

If you have form'd a Circle to go into, / Go into it yourself & see how you would do. ~ William Blake

Imagine being just strong enough to remember what life was like, feeling things, your heartbeat, the world around you. And imagine you couldn't have it anymore, couldn't even properly remember it, but there was just enough that some deep part of you knew what you were missing. Wouldn't you do anything to get it back, if it was right there for the taking? Wouldn't you be willing to kill for it? ~ Apollo Blake

Hmm," she said. "'Curiouser and curiouser,' to quote Alice. ~ Deborah Blake

I want to break the taboo against questioning this drive for maximum longevity. ~ Katy Butler

She would always love Holden. She would always want Holden. But until she could have him, she was going to live the best-possible version of her life, and one day - hopefully one day - they'd find their way back to each other again. ~ Katy Regnery

A lot of people, Lady Gaga and Katy Perry and a lot of people have written for other people, and of course Bruno Mars. So I think it's a great way to break into the industry and show people what you can do and show them your talent and people tend to listen a little differently to your own music as an artist, when you've proven yourself as a good songwriter for other artists. ~ Bonnie McKee

Jason Aldean is actually probably a really good rapper. He sounds like it to me. ~ Blake Shelton

I don't want people to think they have to like me because I'm on TV every other minute. ~ Katy B

I think that there are few people in one's life that you never really feel that they're gone. I have to remind myself that she isn't around. ~ Blake Edwards

When your world falls apart, cling to the familiar. ~ Blake Crouch

Daemon's gaze dipped again, and I shivered under his intense
scrutiny. Why, oh why, did Blake need to bail early, leaving me behind
with Daemon? "Where did you get this dress?" he asked.
"Your sister," I told him blandly.
He frowned, looking half disgusted. "I don't even know what to say
about that. ~ Jennifer L. Armentrout

Three-quarters of people say they want to die at home, but only a quarter of people actually do. ~ Katy Butler

He seemed to be drinking in her face, looking at her instead of into her.
"Stop. Stop that. This isn't goodbye."
Blake pulled her left hand to his mouth and kissed her ring finger. "I'm still glad it's empty. He never deserved you. Of that, I'm very sure."
Livia saw moisture in his eyes. "You're saying goodbye. No. Here's what I'm sure of. I'll walk away from this house right now, wearing only what I have on my back and be happy. With you I can taste forever - it's right here." Livia pointed at her lips and then kissed his.
Blake allowed the kiss, but mumbled a question as well, "How many shotguns does he have?"
"Not enough to get me away from you." Livia traced his jaw.
Blake took her hand and kissed her palm, then her forehead, "Livia, go in there and let him talk to you. He's a father. I'd want to talk to my daughter at a moment like this. Let's give him that respect."
"I will not go in there. Where will you go?"
Livia felt a gentle tug on her heart. She was torn. She wanted to comfort her dad and get him to understand who Blake was, but in as little time as possible so she could get back to Blake.
"My inamorata, you know where I'll be: where I'll always be. Waiting. For you." Blake began putting the mask on.
Livia looked around wildly, feeling close to irrational. "I don't want you to go." These words were inadequate to express her need.
Blake smoothed her hair away from her face. "I've often wished I had a father. L ~ Debra Anastasia

I never think about how other people will respond to the way I dress, ~ Blake Lively

You need to give me a break. I'm an eighteen-year-old girl, and you're my first boyfriend . . . and you just happen to be stupidly hot. So what if I get petty and jealous?" She shrugged. "I'm allowed. I bet if a guy looked at me like that, you'd probably feel the same."
I let her words sink in before speaking. "A, if a guy looked at you in any way, I'd probably beat his ass. B, I didn't know I was your boyfriend."
Her eyes went wide. "I just assumed - "
"Good," I interrupted. "Assume away, girlfriend. ~ Jay McLean

I want your hands on my head."
I nod and edge back to make room for him. "Does it calm your racing thoughts?"
He shakes his head, then takes my hand and spreads it open over his wide chest, his voice textured as he traps my gaze with his. "It calms me here. ~ Katy Evans

I think that you should definitely listen to what people say, because everyone says it: High school is not the real world. ~ Katy Perry

I make my own pants because I don't wear jeans. They are like golf pants. I just like to put a little funk into everything. ~ Blake Lewis

Mrs. Ivanov's gentle face was pale and bewildered, her wrinkles falling in on themselves as though they'd given up trying to hold on to any expression other than sorrow. ~ Deborah Blake

Because when they thought the stars were sticking to her, really all the loneliness and sadness were falling off. The stars were underneath. ~ Ashley Herring Blake

Not being like everyone else is a great thing, but when you're in elementary school, you want people to like you, and kids that age can be so closed-minded. I mean, I went to a little Catholic school in the San Fernando Valley! My life was so different from the other kids'. ~ Katy Rose

I wasn't afraid of him anymore, because I could smell his fear. You never had to be afraid of anything that was afraid of you. ~ Laurell K. Hamilton

I feel like there are so many people I admire for so many reasons that I can't look at one person's life and say, "I want that life." I want to make my own history. ~ Blake Lively

He has wondered lately if that's all living really is - one long goodbye to those we love. ~ Blake Crouch

The hand of Vengeance found the Bed To which the Purple Tyrant fled The iron hand crush'd the tyrant's head And became Tyrant in his stead. ~ William Blake

Wave after wave of an orgasm broke over her, but soon it would be over for him. "Stop," Livia panted.
Blake paused as Livia swallowed to try to compose herself. She was here for a reason. "The mask. Take it off. I want you to kiss me." Livia watched his eyes. He was scared.
"Blake, you're inside of me. I'll keep you safe. You're inside of me." Livia squeezed him again, reminding him exactly where he was.
Blake smiled at the sensation. "Do it for me, Livia. Please."
And even though they were naked and locked in the most intimate embrace, this was the striptease.
Livia went slowly, rolling up the knit ski mask like a stocking. First his jaw came into the light. Livia slowed, tracing its strong line with her finger. Next, his lips lost their frame, then his eyes left their prison. He closed them. Finally, his wild, messy hair was free. Livia tossed the mask aside. And waited.
Open your eyes.
After a moment Blake looked around his sunny meadow. A breeze stirred the trees high up, and they released a shower of fall colors. In the silence of the day, the leaves hitting the ground sounded like applause. Quiet applause for a quiet victory.
The o in sorry vanished.
Blake looked at Livia beneath him. She smiled.
"Five hundred ninety-eight," he whispered.
Still counting. "Yes! Yes. I knew you could do this. I knew you could do this." Livia beamed with pride.
Blake blurred as her eyes became two pools of tears. He kissed her sof ~ Debra Anastasia

The first handkerchief was tied to a second, yellow handkerchief. He fed both through the window and kept pulling.
Attached to it was a red one.
Then a green one.
"Go away, you goddamn clown!" Jenny ordered.
But Benny the Clown continued to pull out handkerchief after handkerchief. Five ... ten ... fifteen ... then ...
That's not a handkerchief. ~ Blake Crouch

Those who control their passions do so because their passions are weak enough to be controlled. ~ William Blake

My mum especially listens to music in a way that is incredibly feelings-based. There's virtually no snobbery about what sounds are in it, she just wants to hear a song and that is quite refreshing. ~ James Blake

I don't really know how to describe my personal style. ~ Blake Lively

Dear Lord, Please protect and guide Eve at her time of recovery. Life has given her a lot of emotional wounds, and now her physical body is mirroring this pain. Please take her hand and keep her safe. Let her live to lead a life that shows her the power of your love."
Together they added, "Amen."
Blake hated that it was all they could do right now. ~ Debra Anastasia

Love. Jack almost choked on his lukewarm coffee. He had serious doubts such an animal truly existed. It certainly hadn't in his case. Even his brother Ty had only recently found his mate, Katy Fowler, after a ten-year separation and a near death experience. If that's what it took to have a warm body in his bed, he'd pass. ~ Jacquie Biggar

Giving feels good, but it's also good for the bottom line. Charity is a viable growth strategy for a lot of companies. Our customers get excited to be a part of what we're doing. If you ask anyone wearing Toms how they first heard about us, most won't mention an advertisement; they'll say a friend told them our story. ~ Blake Mycoskie

"Does she know that you love her?"
Billy raises his eyebrows.
"Why would she when I didn't? It wasn't like I read in books. A thunderclap.
Eyes meeting. Tortured glances. With Arsinoe it was more like . . . having cold
water poured down your back and learning to enjoy it."
"And does she love you?"
"I don't know. I think she might." He smiles. "I hope she does." ~ Kendra Blake

She went to the church to sit in the cave of stone, filled with the voices of strangers. Murmurs coming through the air, bowling in the ceiling and sifting down with the speckled greens and blues, the deep dark red of the stained glass at the end of the nave. She sat in the hard wooden pew and waited for the hymns. And when the singing started, she could weep. She went to the church to open her mouth and feel her heart again, constricted, struggling, banging against her throat, the tears there in the place of words, her voice struggling out in the vast air, stopped by grief. ~ Sarah Blake