Ciara Love Quotes

History is who we are,” I say finally. “The past shapes us. Even the parts you can’t remember.

See, the thing about the falling in love montage," she said, her voice hoarse, "is that when it's over, the characters have fallen in love.

That was one of the hardest things about breaking up. It's not a pair of bookends, the beginning and the end... It's all the things we used to do that we'd never do again and all the things we'd never do for the first time together.

Just because something doesn't last forever doesn't mean it isn't meaningful

How about life's too short to be second-guessing yourself the whole way? You can only go with what you feel right now and if you feel like it might make you happy, even for a while, jump in with both feet, girl, and get wet.

Was this what being straight was like? A boy in your bedroom making a mess? Not for the first time, I thanked God I was a lesbian.

I don’t believe there’s one right person for everyone, and I spent fifty-one years with the same woman. But I do believe there’s a right person for you at different times in your life. Whether that relationship lasts a week or fifty years is not what makes it special.

If you truly love someone, if they were ever important to you, it doesn't disappear. What it looks like might change, but that's only the surface

I like having something that can't ever change. It's already happened.

Maybe that’s what a relationship means, carrying a part of someone around for the rest of your life.

I wanted to tell her how much I liked her, how I felt this tugging feeling in my stomach that drew me close to her, but I couldn’t let the words out of my mouth because it felt like unleashing something I couldn’t control.

Things felt more messy than ever. Could someone treat you badly and still love you? Someone could treat you badly and you still love them, so maybe the reverse was true too. But just because you loved someone it didn't mean you had to give them another chance. Or maybe that's exactly what it meant.

Nothing good starts with I hope you'll be happy for me. The phrase is loaded with the unsaid ending because you won't be happy for yourself.

She flipped her hair over to the opposite side. My stomach flipped over to its opposite side.

Love didn't just disappear did it? Mine didn't. It wasn't some light I could switch on and off. It was something that had grown inside me, its roots tangled around all the organs of my body.

I forgot what it was like to be kissed by someone who might want more than a kiss. I knew then that Ruby was definitely not experimenting. I should have been scared. I should have left the room. I should never have gone upstairs with a girl who made me wobble.

Look," I said in my softest voice. "you got your heart pulped. You missed someone and then you wanted to feel like they loved you again. that's not pathetic. It's your heart, it's soft and mushy and it's supposed to be and I'm sorry he thought it was okay to mess with it but that's his mistake, not yours.

Relationships change and the past isn’t some static thing you could keep forever like a photograph. No one else seems to understand that. Just because something happened, it doesn’t mean it will mean the same thing to you forever. It changes with you.

Was it possible to have your cake and then not be sad when your cake leaves you and smashes your heart into a mushy pulp?

The roller coaster here gives off the distinct aura of taking your life into your own hands, but I hear life-threatening circumstances bring people together, so why not?

I thought about how amazing it was that this moment would exist forever. Perfect and unchanged. A moment where I always be madly in love with Ruby Quinn.

I'm just. A girl. Standing in front. Of another girl, asking her. To please accept. This grand. Gesture. As an apology for being an absolute gobshite.

When you truly love someone, it doesn't go away,

You're a handsome one, aren't you?" she cooed. "So strong and sturdy. What a good hasp you must have; what a firm sense of your purpose. But you've been holding your place for so long. You can't be expecting to stay closed forever. Why, that isn't fair! The people who put you here don't appreciate you the way I do. They don't understand how difficult it is to be a lock, and do the things you do. I would appreciate you always. I would never leave you alone in the rain to rust." "Are we watching a woman try to seduce a lock?" asked Andrew. "I'm not objecting if we are -- your kink is okay and all -- but I just want to confirm that everyone else is seeing what I'm seeing, here." The lock clicked as it released, popping open. "No, we're watch a woman successfully seduce a lock, said Jeffery. "Fascinating." "Her love life must involve a lot of handcuffs," I said, earning myself a snort from Ciara as she reached out and removed the padlock from its place on the door. "Don't ask about mine and I won't ask about yours," she said, making the lock disappear into her pocket.

The fence is as strong now as it was the day we met. Barbed wire strewn between white picket fences and roughhewn poles.

A man-stealing, failed wannabe New York fashionista

I heard a plea for absolution in those words. I saw it on his face. Tell me I'm not a terrible person.

I suoi occhi mostrano la sua anima. E la sta mostrando a me. Ed io vorrei poterla abbracciare e prendermene cura, per tutta la vita, giuro.

See, the thing about the falling in love montage,” she said, her voice hoarse, “is that when it’s over, the characters have fallen in love.

That was one of the hardest things about breaking up. It's not a pair of bookends, the beginning and the end. It's the unraveling of the future.

I love you. But I’m not in love with you.” It’s such a cliché I didn’t even really know what it meant. How was in love different from love?

Instead of moving on, it felt like everything behind me was being wiped out, as though I had conjured it into being and when I wasn't looking it all disappeared.

That's how I was feeling too. Except when I started feeling that way it made me want to be close to you, to share things with you, not to pull away.

In fact, a whole ex-girlfriend themed ghost train sounded genuinely terrifying. You'd get in and instead of a mummy mannequin covered in toilet roll popping out, it's her and you look down and you're wearing a baggy old jumper with a stain on the front. You turn the corner and you find yourself being forced to scroll through her Instagram and there are replies from a girl with tattoos and she looks exactly like the celebrity your ex fancies most. Right at the end, they play a video on a loop that's just screenshots of all the pathetic texts you sent when you were too heartbroken to have any dignity.

How could he be giving what was hers, away? Before Ciara could put the head of his dick in her mouth, he pushed her off.

Seeing Ciara and the detective had her on edge. Suppose Ciara told him who injured her, she and Cedes would go to jail and she hated the color orange.               “What’s

Everything was saying killing Ciara was what it had to be. That’s the only way she’d be able to live in peace. She only hoped there was enough time before Ciara’s gums started bumping. __________

Lisha’s ears perked up at the mention of Trigga’s name. She was ready to knock Ciara’s bird brain out.

Lisha still had the Ciara situation on her mind. She rushed across town from St. Anthony’s to the Olive Garden in Greektown.

There stood Trigga and a beautiful pregnant woman. She would’ve started cussing him out if it weren’t for the death stare he was giving her. Trigga knew Ciara was the type to act belligerent in public.

Ciara was trying to get a rise out of Cedes. Even though she wasn’t heavy set, she was thicker than Ciara.

Cedes was about to get to the bottom of this Ciara mess.

It finally came down to killing Ciara. She was a threat to her family and Cedes didn’t need a snitch bitch on the loose.

I got the shock of my life when I looked and saw that Ciara had the powder from the candy lined up on the little table that was in the den and then started sniffing it up her nose as if it was cocaine. When

I’ve tried committing suicide in this apartment over two times but each time I attempt, I keep seeing Ciara’s and Allison’s faces and I just stop altogether” Porsha cried. This

Good thing Ciara didn’t notice him standing here. She was on the phone, being loud.

When she had her mind set on something, though, she was like a dog with a prime rib bone wrapped in bacon and dipped in peanut butter.

A breath of Ode de Mysterious with an undertone of trouble.

I’m the pompous, glorified party planner, toddler, stuck-on-a-pacifier Drew Lancaster.

I’ve never worked so hard for something I didn’t want before.

If only people would sit and have a cookie for five minutes instead of being buried in their phones or computers, the world would be a better place.

Not a stuffy, five star, you’re-scared-to-eat-it-because-it’s-too-pretty kind of food.

Time for you to tar and southernize!

I could see why you might get that impression. He has a certain je ne sais quoi of general iniquity.

The idea that Ruby was going to be in our house, talking to Dad, was giving me palpitations and no amount of demon children could distract me.

Dad shook his head and looked at the roof. That was his "silent prayer for patience" look. Don't know who he was praying to; if he really wanted help, he should have been looking in the other direction. Only Satan could help him now.

We were crunching along the gravel drive now and a set of motion-sensor lights lit up. I ground to a halt, realizing Meabh was trapped with Mrs. Something. She couldn't run. But then in a blur, like a sprinting knight in shining armor, Kavi appeared, racing around the other corner of the house towards Meabh. He didn't slow down as he barreled towards her and threw her over his shoulder. 'Keep going,' he shouted at me. Mrs. Something began chasing after us, shouting. 'GET BACK HERE, DANIEL.' into the dark night air Daniel shouted back. 'BYE, MAM, I LOVE YOU. I'LL SEE YOU AROUND THREE.

Oh, they’re definitely not the same. If this was a lesbian film, unfortunately, one of us would have to kill ourselves at the end.” “Drastic.

It wasn’t some light I could switch on and off. It was something that had grown inside me, its roots tangled around all the organs of my body.

That was one f the hardest things about breaking up. It's not a pair of bookends, the beginning and the end. It's the unravelling of the future. The flat we would never move into together, the cat we would never pick up from the shelter. It was all the times I wouldn't hear her go on about some boring film I couldn't sit through, or the way I wouldn't see her do that silly tap dance she does when she is trying on new shoes. It's all the things we used to do we'd never do again and all the things we'd never do for the first time together.

I don't really watch those. They give people unrealistic expectations of love

Doesn't that give you unrealistic expectations of how likely are you to be stabbed by a knife-wielding maniac?

Oh, wisht. You think you can work in the business of love this long and not get some of the gaydar? I've known some brides in my day who shouldn't have been marrying grooms, that's for sure. You still get the odd one here and there who doesn't know it yet, poor dears. I try and give them a hint, you know, subtle, would you not like a nice pantsuit, dear. That sort of thing.

You're not the guy. That's the whole point. Neither of us is the guy. In the lesbian rom-com, we would discuss all of our feelings until our throats dry up and our bodies shrivel.

See, the thing about the falling in love montage is that when it's over, the characters have fallen in love.

See, I think love isn't this fixed thing that can beat all the odds. It fades or changes and it can twist into something else. So, I've believed for a while now that there was no point in being in love. Not if it's all going to go away and leave you kind of broken. I thought it wasn't worth my time. especially if for me, time might be shorter than everyone else's.

It scares the life out of me. Literally, I'm avoidingg having a normal life because I'm afraid of it all being taken away. And I really have to work on that. But I was so wrong about love, about us. Just because something doesn't last forever doesn't mean it isn't meaningful.

Sometimes the best feelings in the world don't last forever. They're explosions in the body or the heart or both at once, and you know that you'll never be the same as before, but it's OK because you can always build something new in the wreckage.

Drama is stories and ritual and performance and theatre. It's a way of understanding the human experience.

That was one of the hardest things about breaking up. It’s not a pair of bookends, the beginning and the end. It’s the unraveling of the future.

It’d be like climbing up the rope in PE with Kristen Stewart at the bottom looking disappointed in you. I mean she’d look like that anyway, that’s just her face, but you know what I mean.

It wasn’t like kissing those other girls. The ones who were tentative and giggling or the ones who went full force on my mouth but left their hands limp at their sides because my body didn’t interest them. I forgot what it was like to be kissed by someone who might want more than a kiss. I knew then that Ruby was definitely not experimenting. I

But even though I’m certain Dad believes I’m the one who pulled away from him, he’s the one who put these huge boulders between us. I couldn’t climb over them if I tried. And I didn’t have the will to try.

If you truly love someone, if they were ever important to you, it doesn’t disappear. What it looks like might change, but that’s only the surface

It’s a pet peeve of mine that straight women call their friends “girlfriends.” They are not your girlfriends. If you are not getting up close and personal with the lady garden then there are words for that: friends, mates, buddies, pals, etc., etc. Leave us our word, OK?

I’d never been broken up with before but the scene was so familiar that I knew my lines. Do scenes like this happen so often in real life that they end up in the movies, or are the movies giving us a convenient script for inconvenient conversations?

I don't belive there is one right person for everyone, and I spent fifty-one years with the same woman. But I do belive there's a right person for you at different times in your life. Whether a relationship lasts a week or fifty years is not what makes it special.

I don’t believe in love at first sight or soul mates or any of that guff you see in the movies. You know, where you meet someone in an impossibly coincidental way and you lock eyes and true, everlasting love ensues.

Seven Devils” by Florence + The Machine “Paint it, Black” by Ciara “Monsters” by Ruelle “One Way or Another” by Until The Ribbon Breaks “Paranoid” by Post Malone “Royals” by Lorde “So Thick” by Whipped Cream featuring Baby Goth “Sweet But Psycho” by Parker Jenkins “My Blood” by Twenty One Pilots “Candy” by Guccihighwaters “Birthday Cake” by Rihanna “Horns” by Bryce Fox “No One” by Mothica “All The Time” by Jeremih, Lil Wayne and Natasha Mosley “I Wanna Be Yours” by Arctic Monkeys “Monster” by Meg Myers “Soldier” by Fleurie “Fuck It I Love You” by Lana Del Rey “Kill Our Way to Heaven” by Michl “Sweet Dreams” by Emily Browning “Everybody Wants to Rule The World” by Lorde

Distracted, I opened the door with the phone cradled between my shoulder and my jaw. Sure enough, Beth was standing there with a bottle of wine.

What course are you on, then?" she asks. "History." "So you want to read about people who died before you can even remember," she teases, nudging me in the arm. I take a moment to think about what it means to me so that the words come out right. "History is who we are," I say finally. "The past shapes us. Even the parts you can't remember

You're able to talk about your feelings, even when it's difficult. Even if the talking is sometimes shouting." He smiled at me again. "How'd you grow up with so much emotional intelligence when you have a dad like me?" "I guess I get that from my mum

Ruby leaned in and kissed me. A big movie kiss that should have had swelling music and soft lighting and a torrential downpour. But it happened in a garden, in broad daylight, and then Oliver turned the hose on us. "Does that count as kissing in the rain?" Ruby asked. "Let's debate that after we murder him.

YOU'RE A WANKER, NUMBER NINE!" I yelled the famous line from Imagine Me & You

I do," she said. "I don't want to forget what we had. Ever. In the past, we're perfectly preserved, best friends, in love forever. I like that." She looked at the ceiling. "Everything is moving so fast. Before long everyone we know will be scattered across the country, the world even. Our lives will look completely different to what they've always been so far." She put her hand on mine. "1 like having something that can't ever change. It's already happened.

I really don't think that's true at all. If you truly love someone, if they were ever important to you, it doesn't disappear. What it looks like might change, but that's only the surface.

And I knew what kind of person she was. Even if things changed, if she took up knitting or deep-sea diving or she got married or she adopted fourteen cats and lived in a lighthouse, some things would never change. The years of petty squabbles and sleepovers, first loves dissected, notes passed and secrets shared. It hadn't disappeared because they were over, and it couldn't be undone.

And I knew what kind of person she was. Even if things changed, if she took up knitting or deep-sea diving or she got married or she adopted fourteen cats and lived in a lighthouse, some things would never change. The years of petty squabbles and sleepovers, first loves dissected, notes passed and secrets shared. It hadn't disappeared because they were over, and it couldn't be undone.

Relationships change and the past isn't some static thing you could keep forever like a photograph. No one else seems to understand that. Just because something happened, it doesn't mean it will mean the same thing to you forever. It changes with you. The friendship you cherished, the wife you adored, the child you raised. It can all become meaningless so easily, which means it was always meaningless from the beginning and you just didn't realise it.

Sometimes I forget that I'm a lesbian. As in I forget that it's statistically unusual and that some people have strong feelings about it. Even though I've encountered a few thoughtless comments or downright cruel ones, especially at school when I first came out, for the most part, the people in my life don't care. But people still looked. I saw it when Hannah and I walked down the street. People would glance at our clasped hands. Briefly. Sometimes they smiled, occasionally they frowned, mostly they just moved on to noticing the next thing, but it always made me feel watched. Sometimes it's the little things. Being noticed doing something that would be invisible if I were with a boy.

When you fall out with someone, you grow to hate the same things you once loved.

But in the intervening months I'd learned a neat trick for managing all those pesky feelings. I pretended it never happened and focused on something else.

There was a surprising amount of overlap between cute rom-com disaster scenes and your average horror movie disaster. Of course in rom-coms there is only sexual tension; in horror there's a knife-wielding serial killer, so the tone is subtly different, you know?

It's a pet peeve of mine when straight women call their friends "girlfriends." They are not your girlfriends. If you are not getting up close and personal with the lady garden then there are words for that: friends, mates, buddies, pals, etc, etc. Leave us our word, OK?

1. No acting like a sap. So if I catch myself gazing longingly and thinking things like 'she's the most beautiful girl in the world', I'm in trouble. 2. No we-ing. As in 'we love this', 'we are cat people', 'we are going to live happily ever after'. 3. No daydreaming. Fantasies about a future we're not going to have is a major red flag. 4. Absolutely no serious conversations. That means conversations about Mum or not wanting to go to Oxford or my complicated feeeelings about things like Dad or the wedding. 5. No fighting and especially no making up. Fighting about stuff implies you have some kind of investment. Making up after a fight is protecting that investment.

It's not like the movies where you storm out and never speak again or you have a huge meaningful conversation and work it all out. You just get on with it until it isn't so raw any more.

I wasn’t nervous. I mean, we’d kissed before. So why would I be nervous? I tried to say I wasn’t nervous, but nothing came out.

some post-sex sapphic haze,

although we barely knew each other I felt like there was some kind of intangible connection, a grabbing, reaching, searching feeling that meant I hadn’t so much chosen to come here as much as I found myself pulled in her direction.

There I am, sitting across the table from Hannah. It’s a cute café with gingham tablecloths and twee pictures on the wall that say things like Baking: where the fondant stop. All I’m thinking about is how pretty she is. I don’t realize she’s about to ruin my life.