“Do I wish you would’ve left him a long time ago? Hell yeah. But there’s something to be said for someone brave enough to take on that kind of darkness alone.”
“Letting go is never easy. Especially when you can’t see where you’re going to land. But I’ve learned that sometimes, you just have to throw your weight behind the change. Take the chance that you may fall.”
“I loved Trevor wholly. In all the good ways that made me feel alive and special and important. But also, in the bad ways. The ways that shut me off from others and left me alone with my pain. The ways that had me keep secrets. I loved Trevor in all the ways that I thought mattered, even though I knew that I didn’t.”
“So, what, Trevor was the quid and Shayna was the pro quo? I don’t think so, Syd. Playing games is not my style.”
“Screw the daring tough guy image, what happened with us broke me.”
“When she left, it was like someone had ripped my heart out, crumbled it up like a flimsy piece of loose leaf paper and crammed it back into my chest. It somehow managed to work, but it would never, ever feel the same.”
“Always a trade. Always a compromise. Until there wasn't anything left to bargain with, because neither one us had any clue what to do.”
“Does it ever make you sad?""Does what?""The Sunset,""Sad? Nah, I think it's peaceful.""Not to me. I've always found it depressing.""How so?""I guess because it's the end. I hate endings.""Not all endings are bad though. I think of sunsets more as a clean slate. Besides, they're beautiful... like you""Beautiful things never last.”
“Beautiful things never last.”
“So, what is this?" I ask.Quinn narrows her eyes at the morsel of food that vaguely resembles a cross between a chicken nugget and brains. Only slimier.”
“I fight the urge to stand on my tip toes to reach his lips. Because my guess is that cramming my tongue down his throat right now, would be creepy”
“Talking about myself makes me feel like I'm having an allergic reaction, especially when compliments are involved.”
“I have no clue what my motive is for following him, maybe I'm just bored. Maybe it's just so easy to cyber-stalk hotties on Facebook that I've moved on to doing it in real life.”
“His massive frame occupies most of the doorway. He looks like a linebacker, or is it a quarterback I'm thinking of? The point is, he's a total Sasquatch. His t-shirt and preppy knit cardigan clash with his gargantuan body. Still, he's a decent eye candy."What can I help you with?" she asks. Her eyes dart back and forth between me and the yeti.”
“No way, that would kill my diet for the week. I don't know how you can stand to eat so unhealthy, Quinn. Just consider it an amuse-biatch.”
“You know what feels really fucking awesome? Loving someone so much that it's all consuming. Telling that person you love them, even though they refuse to say it back. And then finally hearing them say that they do love you, but to someone else. To someone they have slept with. Someone that isn't you. I want to forget I heard those three words. I want to dissolve the images I have in my heard of her with him. I think I'm going to throw up.”
“I'm reading some book about a girl trapped in a love triangle between two supernatural beings, and wishing that that was my biggest problem. ~ Grounding Quinn”
“You always hear people talk about how there are moments in your life when you just know that things will never be the same. I always thought that was all horseshit. But here, now, with the feeling of her soft, incredible lips moving with mine, I know that it happens.”
“She's my best friend, and I know she means well, but as she talks I'm mentally calculating all the ways I could silence her. I'm bigger than her... I wonder if I could use my straw for some sort of MacGyver inspired weapon.”
“I try to smile at her, but I can't extend my flexibility training to my mouth, it just won't move.”
“Part of me aches to touch her now that she's so close. But the other part, the logical part, wants to coast myself in Teflon, because I know that her being here, no matter what her reasons, is going to seriously fuck with my world.”
“My insides feel like they are crumbling like a towering JENGA game. I lose.”