Never underestimate a well-dressed bimbo.
If I’m a little girl, then that makes you a serious pervert.
Fire isn’t good or bad. It just burns.
When he kisses me again, the last part of me that could stand myself dies.
It’s often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all.
I’m sorry your pretty little world got all screwed up, but everybody’s does, and you go on. It’s how you go on that defines you.
Even I don’t know what you’re doing, and I know everything.
I miss her. I don’t know how to live without her. There is a hole inside me that nothing fills. If you don’t find something to fill that hole, someone else will. And if someone else fills it, they own you. Forever. You’ll never get yourself back.
Try a rocket launcher. Think maybe you could manage to hit me with that?
Lose the pessimism, Ms. Lane. It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Bring it on, Tinker Bell.
Kids. Pain in the ass. Don’t know why I ever made them. Hell on relationships.
Who and what we surround ourselves with is who and what we become. In the midst of good people, it is easy to be good. in the midst of bad people, it is easy to be bad.
Truth hurts. But lies can kill.
Life’s a choice: you can live in black and white, or you can live in colour. I’ll take every shade of the rainbow and the gazillion in between!
He didn’t just occupy space; he saturated it. The room had been full of books before, now it was full of him.
I lock eyes with my reflection and don’t look away. The day you look away you start to lose yourself. I’m never going to lose myself. You are what you are. Deal with it or change.
There are two kinds of people in the world Ms. Lane: those who survive no matter the cost and those who are walking victims.
He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. -Mac.
I didn’t hear him behind me. I felt him. Electric. Wild. One foot in the swamp. Never going to crawl all the way out. And I wanted to have sex with whatever he was. Where was I supposed to put that in my head?