" Those lips looked tasty, especially when they said things like ' i jumped up every time someone knocked, hoping it's be you"
— Lauren Kate (Fallen)
This Blog is here for me and or anyone who wants to read it. I will mainly be posting quotes I find. I don't mean to infringe on anyone's privacy or hurt anyone by quoting wrong, its how I want things to be remembered.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
"I don't understand what you're still doing here."
She blinked and nodded miserably, then began to turn away.
"No!" He pulled her back. "Don't leave. It's just that you've never—we've never... gotten this far." He closed his eyes. "Will you say it again?" he asked, almost shyly. "Will you tell me ... what I am?"
"You're an angel," she repeated slowly, surprised to see Daniel close his eyes and moan in pleasure, almost as if they were kissing. "I'm in love with an angel."
— Lauren Kate (Fallen)
She blinked and nodded miserably, then began to turn away.
"No!" He pulled her back. "Don't leave. It's just that you've never—we've never... gotten this far." He closed his eyes. "Will you say it again?" he asked, almost shyly. "Will you tell me ... what I am?"
"You're an angel," she repeated slowly, surprised to see Daniel close his eyes and moan in pleasure, almost as if they were kissing. "I'm in love with an angel."
— Lauren Kate (Fallen)
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
"Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8 color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64 color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64 color box, though I've got a few missing. It's okay though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8 color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation. So when I meet someone who's an 8 color type...I'm like, hey girl, Magenta! and she's like, oh, you mean purple! and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, no I want Magenta!"
— John Mayer
— John Mayer
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
When you actually matter
When you actually matter to a person they will make time for you. No Lies. No excuses
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
found on Living For Eden
Time, precious time
How quickly the leaves fall from the tree.
Time, oh precious time
In a blink of an eye a child grows old.
And in the pursuit of joy and happiness
Lies time
But quickly it fades
And all we have are memories
Precious moments
Remembered in time.
How quickly the leaves fall from the tree.
Time, oh precious time
In a blink of an eye a child grows old.
And in the pursuit of joy and happiness
Lies time
But quickly it fades
And all we have are memories
Precious moments
Remembered in time.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
The Unwritten Rule by Elizabeth Scott
"In The World Of Friendship, I'm awful" ~pg4
"Imagine a guy.He's taller than you, with perfect skin, skin that just screams "touch me!" and dark hair and gorgeous blue eyes and he looks so sweet and he is sweet. And then have him blush a little." ~pg16
""It was fun," Ryan says, which is a nice thing to say, a him thing to say, but when I look at him, one more look before he goes back to the party, to my best friend, he's looking at me like-
Well, like he wants to look at me. Like he likes what he sees, and he's smiling and his eyes are so blue, even in the faint glow of the porch light they shine, and I nod dumbly, blindly, and then grope for the door handle, telling myself to look away and yet not able to do it.
"Sarah," he says, softly, almost hesitantly, and mmy heart slam-bangs, beating hard, and this is what its like to want someone you cant have. To want someone you shouldn't even be looking at." ~pg36
"How does the eye shadow look?"
"Gorgeous," I say, and stand up, look at myself in the mirror. "How about me? How do I look?"
"Like Sarah," she says, and comes and stands behind me, hugging me and grinning at our reflection. "Like my best friend."
Not gorgeous. Not even pretty. I look like myself, whatever that means.
I know what it means, its nothing good. Its Ordinary. Boring.
Alone." ~pg65
"I wonder if there are sisters out there where one feels like she's a shadow of the other. If there's a girl with a sister who sometimes makes her feel like nothing." ~pg68
"In every breath I take there is the promise of his skin touching mine and i want that." ~pg82
"It was like we were all so busy trying to be happy or saying we are happy, but underneath there was nothing but bitterness, the kind that could only be bled out in ink, in unspoken words." ~pg100
"I am broken, I have cut myself wide open. I can see my heart and it is not what I believed it was, it is not good and kind and all the things I have always thought I am." ~pg116
"Right now, I hate My life way more than I hate me." ~pg122
"I think having a stupid heart is pretty damn painful, even if the pain isn't physical." ~pg132
"I need a cause to believe in. Something to fill the space in my heart that Ryan has written all over. Something noble, like fighting a disease." ~pg134
"I'm not that happy now, But I'll fake it until its real and things are normal again." ~pg135
"Do you ever wonder if people really know what they're supposed to do? Os there a moment where you just know what you're supposed to do forever?" ~pg138
"I've been taught that love is beautiful and kind, but it isn't like that at all. It is beautiful, but its a terrible beauty, a ruthless one, and you fall- you fall, and the thing is-
the thing is you want to. You don't care whats coming, you just want who your heart beats for." ~pg158
"Guilt and panic are making a mess of my insides. Of me." ~pg174
""Sometimes... sometimes you have to let people go," She says. "Brianna loves you, Sarah, but I don't think she was always a good friend to you."" ~pg200
"All the things I've thought about love are true. Its beautiful and terrible and it doesn't make things perfect. It ends things, and it brings beginnings." ~pg210
"Imagine a guy.He's taller than you, with perfect skin, skin that just screams "touch me!" and dark hair and gorgeous blue eyes and he looks so sweet and he is sweet. And then have him blush a little." ~pg16
""It was fun," Ryan says, which is a nice thing to say, a him thing to say, but when I look at him, one more look before he goes back to the party, to my best friend, he's looking at me like-
Well, like he wants to look at me. Like he likes what he sees, and he's smiling and his eyes are so blue, even in the faint glow of the porch light they shine, and I nod dumbly, blindly, and then grope for the door handle, telling myself to look away and yet not able to do it.
"Sarah," he says, softly, almost hesitantly, and mmy heart slam-bangs, beating hard, and this is what its like to want someone you cant have. To want someone you shouldn't even be looking at." ~pg36
"How does the eye shadow look?"
"Gorgeous," I say, and stand up, look at myself in the mirror. "How about me? How do I look?"
"Like Sarah," she says, and comes and stands behind me, hugging me and grinning at our reflection. "Like my best friend."
Not gorgeous. Not even pretty. I look like myself, whatever that means.
I know what it means, its nothing good. Its Ordinary. Boring.
Alone." ~pg65
"I wonder if there are sisters out there where one feels like she's a shadow of the other. If there's a girl with a sister who sometimes makes her feel like nothing." ~pg68
"In every breath I take there is the promise of his skin touching mine and i want that." ~pg82
"It was like we were all so busy trying to be happy or saying we are happy, but underneath there was nothing but bitterness, the kind that could only be bled out in ink, in unspoken words." ~pg100
"I am broken, I have cut myself wide open. I can see my heart and it is not what I believed it was, it is not good and kind and all the things I have always thought I am." ~pg116
"Right now, I hate My life way more than I hate me." ~pg122
"I think having a stupid heart is pretty damn painful, even if the pain isn't physical." ~pg132
"I need a cause to believe in. Something to fill the space in my heart that Ryan has written all over. Something noble, like fighting a disease." ~pg134
"I'm not that happy now, But I'll fake it until its real and things are normal again." ~pg135
"Do you ever wonder if people really know what they're supposed to do? Os there a moment where you just know what you're supposed to do forever?" ~pg138
"I've been taught that love is beautiful and kind, but it isn't like that at all. It is beautiful, but its a terrible beauty, a ruthless one, and you fall- you fall, and the thing is-
the thing is you want to. You don't care whats coming, you just want who your heart beats for." ~pg158
"Guilt and panic are making a mess of my insides. Of me." ~pg174
""Sometimes... sometimes you have to let people go," She says. "Brianna loves you, Sarah, but I don't think she was always a good friend to you."" ~pg200
"All the things I've thought about love are true. Its beautiful and terrible and it doesn't make things perfect. It ends things, and it brings beginnings." ~pg210
Monday, January 10, 2011
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