“I wanted to tell you that I couldn't stop thinking about your face. That you had burrowed your way so deep into my veins that I would fucking bleed you. That if I died tomorrow, I could go a happy man for having felt your lips on my skin.”
“You're right, baby. We began out of something ugly. But what we became was something beautiful. I just wish I could make you see that.”
“Then you need to fight for him. Don't give up on something like that. It doesn't come along very often. And when you find it, you hold on tight. You lock that shit down with an iron fist and you never, ever let go. Even when life tries to take it from you, you smack life upside its head like a little bitch and you keep on fighting for it.”
“Stop it!" she hissed. I frowned and rubbed my arm. "What are you talking about?" I whispered back. Riley pointed at me, waggling her finger. "I know that look on your face! You're picturing him naked with you naked.”
“I knew Jordan's type. And I was attracted to them like bees to tasty, hormone soaked honey.”
“So what did I do? I crawled back into my bed and ate another gallon of ice creamy goodness and tried to forget the tattooed bartender who had bulldozed his way into my life. Stupid dick wad.”
“But tell me, Mays, why is it that all I can fucking think about is you? Why am I so eager to take another guy's head off for touching you? Why is it when I lay in bed at night I wish it was you there beside me?”
“You have taken my heart, every inch of me Maysie. I don't know that I have anything else to give you that you don't have already”
“This. I can't keep doing this. I can't keep pretending that I don't want you. That I can handle seeing other guys watch you and look at you. Jesus, Mays, I wanted to beat the shit out of Gio! And I would have! I see fucking red when another guy even breathes in your direction! I can't keep lying to myself that I don't care about you. Because I do. SO damn much.”
“It matters to me, Mays. It matters a lot. I don't like seeing some other guy touching you. Not when it should be me touching you”
“I've been miserable. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I've wanted to pound down your doora million times. But I kept telling myself you just needed your space. That you'd sort your shit out. So I give you space. Then Riley tells me you're as miserable as I am. So I agree to come here. I had it all worked out in my head, Mays. I was going to come here and beg you to take me back. Hell, I was going to get on my knees if I had to. Because all I know is that I can't be without you.”
“I hope I always deserve you”
“Do you need to hear that I haven't stopped missing you for one single since we broke up? Do I have to tell you that my heart hurts with how much I love you?”
“I meant what I said, Mays. I love you. So damn much. And you'll wake up in the morning and realize you threw away something fucking perfect for NOTHING!”
“Fuck the lot of you and your hypocritical bullshit. You sit around spouting brotherhood. You don't know the first thing about being a brother. Or being a man. Because a real man sure as hell would never have disrespected a woman the way each and everyone of you have disrespected Maysie.”
“Why, Maysie? What more do you need me to tell you? Haven't I already handed my fucking guts to you on a platter? What else do you need to hear?”
“I hated him calling you 'his girl.' Because I want you all to myself”
“Stop running, girl
It won't always feel like this”
“I know I'm with Olivia. I know that was a deal breaker for you. But goddamn it, I don't want to be with her. I only want you. It has only been you from the moment you walked into Barton's.”
“Don't start this immature shit, please. If I gave a damn about any of those girls would I be here right now?”
“Come home with me tonight. Please. Let's figure all this out...together”
“I'm sorry if I pissed you off.I'm sorry if I acted like a fucker.But I'm not sorry for chasing off that pansy ass that used to have what's mine.Because you're my girl now and I won't have that asshole sniffing around where he doesn't belong.”
“I love you, Maysie," he said in a strangled whisper”
“So here I am, watching you run.
I wish you'd stop trying to leave.
How easy you forget
that you're my reason to breathe.”
“Didn't we talk about this Mays?" she asked.
I looked away from her. "It's just hanging out."
"And denial is just a river in Egypt. You ain't foolin' nobody," she quipped.”
“I don't like seeing some other guy touching you. Not when it should be me touching you.”
“Every love song I write now is because of you. Every song I will ever write for the rest of my life will be because of you.”
“Who gives a damn about their reputation? Oh, that would be me.”
“I miss women,” he went on. “I miss that kind of intimacy. But I think whatever people do; they do in search of pleasure. Or trying to get rid of pain or fear, which is the same thing, basically. Everything, everything is really about that. Everything is about bringing your mind to a place where it’s at peace”
“Кейт броди цяла сутрин нагоре-надолу по дългата многолюдна улица и с всяка стъпка се убеждаваше все по-силно, че лицата и движенията на повечето жени на средна възраст са лица на затворнички и робини. [...] и стигна до заключението, че е психопат. Защото с маниакално постоянство от сутрин до вечер мислеше само за едно - за домакинството, за подреждането на това или онова в дома, за поддъжането на къщата, за последиците, ако постъпи така или ако не постъпи така. Подир това от себе си и собственото си поведение и думи наблюденията й се пренесоха въху жените на нейната възраст от приятелски семейства. Установи, че всички бяха получили солидна закалка в едно-едничко нещо, суетенето. [...] Ето докъде бе довело дългогодишното отглеждане на добродетелите: тя и нейните съвременнички се бяха превърнали в автомати, настроени да изпълняват една-единствена функция, а чистят, подреждат, оправят, предвиждат и поръчват, да се безпокоят, тревожат и организират. Да се суетят.”
“again and opened the other. “This is my financing.”
“Kita tak bisa kembali. Tak bisa memperbaiki apa yang telah kita rusak. Tapi, kita bisa maju ke depan.”
“My Autumn eternal O my spiritual season”
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