Quotes from Tempest

“Nothing went exactly right. And yet it was perfect.”
― Julie Cross, quote from Tempest

“Today, Jackson and Holly are in love. Tomorrow, she will lie dying in his arms. Yesterday, he must undo it all....”
― Julie Cross, quote from Tempest

“Pensé que dijiste que no estabas enojada.”

Ella palmeó con las manos sobre sus ojos y apretó con fuerza. “Yo estaba enojada. Tiempo pasado.”
“¿Significa que podemos tener sexo de reconciliación?”

♥”
― Julie Cross, quote from Tempest

“Ella puso mi mano a su alrededor, luego murmuró algo incoherente pero sonó como,
"Dime un secreto"...

...."Estoy loco por ti”
― Julie Cross, quote from Tempest

“Me incliné hacia ella y la besé, presionando mi cuerpo al de ella. Ella sabía muy bien, como fresas y menta. Sus brazos fueron de contra la pared a alrededor de mi cuello, tirando de mí aún más cerca. Sus dedos estaban en mi cabello, sus labios moviéndose a través de mi mejilla, su corazón latiendo con fuerza. Quería arrancar nuestra ropa y dejar que ella se arrastrara por todo mi cuerpo.”
― Julie Cross, quote from Tempest

“Tengo que decirte algo.”

Oh-oh. Aquí viene el discurso de los amigos.

“Oh, ¿sí?”

Sus ojos azul claro miraron a los míos. “Feliz cumpleaños, Jackson.”
― Julie Cross, quote from Tempest

“Su suave risa resonó a través de mis oídos, y tuve el repentino impulso de echármela al hombro y salir corriendo de aquí. Asegurándome de que nunca le ocurriera nada malo. Respiré e intenté concentrarme a pesar del dolor que sentía por dentro. Ella no me conocía. Sabía que no me conocería, pero aun así se sentía como una patada en el estómago.”
― Julie Cross, quote from Tempest

“Observé su cara atentamente mientras le desabotonaba los vaqueros, y tiraba de ellos desde abajo, arrastrándola hasta el final de la cama, se rió muy fuerte, restándole algo de tensión al ambiente....

.....Me rozó el cuello con los labios y deslizó una mano dentro de mi camisa. Un momento después, la mayoría de nuestra ropa estaba por el suelo, Holly encima de mí y mis manos por todo su cuerpo.”
― Julie Cross, quote from Tempest

“My greatest fear is saying I" I love you", even if its true. Im scare to say it because it sounds so final, like a goodbye. But im not saying goodbye, not ever. Maybe you could just try to stay longer, for me, because I don't know if I can be me without you.”
― Julie Cross, quote from Tempest

“Abbiamo riso di nuovo e siamo andati avanti così tutta la notte. Holly era seduta al bancone della cucina, ad ascoltare le mie battute, mentre io preparavo delle uova strapazzate. Era bellissima, avvolta nel mio accappatoio blu, con i capelli bagnati e le guance ancora rosse. Ora che ci ripensavo, avrei potuto prolungare quel momento per settimane ed essere felicissimo. Forse anche per mesi. Niente è andato per il verso giusto. Eppure è stato perfetto..”
― Julie Cross, quote from Tempest

“Ho fatto un respiro debole e profondo e mi sono imposto di non piangere più. «Va
bene, Courtney. Adesso puoi dormire. Va bene. Niente più dolore.»
«Grazie» ha sussurrato.”
― Julie Cross, quote from Tempest

“«Detesto quando mi fai piangere.»
«Piangi quanto vuoi, l’importante è che tu sia felice.»
«Sono felice» ha detto.
E lo ero anch’io. Nonostante tutto.”
― Julie Cross, quote from Tempest

“«Dimmi un segreto.»
«Sono pazzo di te.»”
― Julie Cross, quote from Tempest

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― Mark Helprin, quote from A Soldier of the Great War

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― Milan Kundera, quote from The Book of Laughter and Forgetting

“I feel that if I’m going through this hellish decline, you should be going through one also . . . misery loves company, and I guess we’ve all got a streak of one hundred percent gold-plated bastard in our natures, tangled up so tightly with the good part of us that we can never get free of it.”
― Richard Bachman, quote from Thinner

“I jumped then. It seemed I heard a child laugh. My imagination, of course. And then, when I should have known better, I headed for the closet and the high and narrow door at the very back end and the steep and narrow dark stairs. A million times I’d ascended these stairs. A million times in the dark, without a candle, or a flashlight. Up into the dark, eerie, gigantic attic, and only when I was there did I feel around for the place where Chris and I had hidden our candles and matches.

Still there. Time did stand still in this place. We’d had several candle holders, all of pewter with small handles to grasp. Holders we’d found in an old trunk along with boxes and boxes of short, stubby, clumsily made candles. We’d always presumed them to be homemade candles, for they had smelled so rank and old when they burned.

My breath caught! Oh! It was the same! The paper flowers still dangled down, mobiles to sway in the drafts, and the giant flowers were still on the walls. Only all the colors had faded to indistinct gray—ghost flowers. The sparkling gem centers we’d glued on had loosened, and now only a few daisies had sequins, or gleaming stones, for centers. Carrie’s purple worm was there only now he too was a nothing color. Cory’s epileptic snail didn’t appear a bright, lopsided beach ball now, it was more a tepid, half-rotten squashy orange. The BEWARE signs Chris and I had painted in red were still on the walls, and the swings still dangled down from the attic rafters. Over near the record player was the barre Chris had fashioned, then nailed to the wall so I could practice my ballet positions. Even my outgrown costumes hung limply from nails, dozens of them with matching leotards and worn out pointe shoes, all faded and dusty, rotten smelling.

As in an unhappy dream I was committed to, I drifted aimlessly toward the distant schoolroom, with the candelight flickering. Ghosts were unsettled, memories and specters followed me as things began to wake up, yawn and whisper. No, I told myself, it was only the floating panels of my long chiffon wings . . . that was all. The spotted rocking-horse loomed up, scary and threatening, and my hand rose to my throat as I held back a scream. The rusty red wagon seemed to move by unseen hands pushing it, so my eyes took flight to the blackboard where I’d printed my enigmatic farewell message to those who came in the future. How was I to know it would be me?

We lived in the attic,

Christopher, Cory, Carrie and me—

Now there are only three.

Behind the small desk that had been Cory’s I scrunched down, and tried to fit my legs under. I wanted to put myself into a deep reverie that would call up Cory’s spirit that would tell me where he lay.”
― V.C. Andrews, quote from Petals on the Wind

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