Cj Quotes

This isn't a romance. You're not a damsel in distress and I'm not the handsome prince come to save you.

He was my tormentor and my solace; the creator of the dark and the light within.

It’s probably my job to tell you life isn’t fair, but I figure you already know that. So instead, I’ll tell you that hope is precious, and you’re right not to give up.

People often believed they were safer in the light, thinking monsters only came out at night.

I love you, Caleb. I love you! If you care for me at all... please, don't do this! Please, don't leave me. I don't know how to live without you. Don't make me go back to trying to be someone I don't know how to be anymore. - Livvie

I've been doing this a long time- manipulating people to get my way. That's why you think you love me. Because I've broken you down and built you back up to believe it. It wasn't an accident. Once you leave this behind..... you'll see that. -Caleb

What are you doing ?" She said and laughed. "I was curious," he whispered. "About what ?" "If happy tears taste the same as the sad ones," he said.

He had told her he wasn’t Prince Charming, but what he hadn’t said, was he wished he could be.

Once upon a time, Caleb held me captive in the dark, now he used it to seduce me.

She kisses my scars and I create new ones for her.

People often believed they were safer in the light, thinking monsters only came out at night. But safety – like light – is a façade.

The only way to truly be safer, was to accept the dark, to walk in it with eyes wide open, to be a part of it. To keep your enemies close.

Some stories aren't black and white.

Mine. The word was a declaration. It rocked him to his very foundation. It was a truth he’d kept hidden for far too long. Caleb didn’t know anything about love, or loving anyone, but he knew… Livvie was his.

I’m writing this because you begged. You know how I love the begging

I love how you still think if you tell me to do something, I'll just check my brain at the door and do it.

Live for me, Kitten. Be all those things you'd never be with me. Go to school. Meet a normal boy and fall in love. Forgive me. It's time for you to go, Kitten. Time for us both, to go.

I know you deserve to be happy. I know you deserve someone… better, but I’m selfish. I want you. I want you bad enough to try and be someone better.

I was not crying - eyes water. I think we all know I'm a badass and I don't cry. - Caleb

That you could fix me? What's more, that I could fix you? Well, Sorry, pet, I don't want to be fixed. - Caleb

For the love of Christ, shut-up! Let a bitch enjoy you mental breakdown in peace.

What mattered is I was different. The naive girl in me had been bitch-slapped into womanhood. ~Livvie

Silent acquiescence in the face of tyranny is no better than outright agreement.

Above all else, I had learned the one thing every person has to learn to make it through life: the only person you can truly count on is yourself.

I'm done being the damsel in distress. I don't need anyone to save me.

What should I say? ‘Well, the murder was a little upsetting, and the fire did worry me a bit. I was nearly date-raped and my ex best friend is crazy. But, hey, at least I’m making an A in History’?

Yeah, but I’m the second most fucked up person I know, and when you put two negatives together, you get a positive. That’s math, Caleb. Math is the language of the universe. You can’t argue with the universe.

It seemed to Caleb, the nature of human being revolved around one empirical truth: we want what we cannot have. For Eve, it was the fruit of the forbidden tree. For Caleb, it was Livvie.

Wait until you get inside. It's my favorite part.' And yes, gentle readers, I am that fucking smooth.

For what it's worth Livvie, I never thought of you as a whore. And you are...the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

Tell me you love me, Caleb," I whispered. He kissed me, refusing. "I wish I could, Kitten

I"ve heard it said, time heals all wounds, but if a dream can pull you so deeply into your past you can't remember the present, I'm not sure my wounds will ever heal. Caleb lives in my dreams.

Love does not always begin or end the way we wish it would.

My name is Kitten and my master is gone. What could possibly be more important?

Dealing with Caleb was all about perspective. You couldn’t appreciate his kindness until you’d felt his cruelty.

In worshipping their nationhood men worship themselves and scorn others, and that is no healthy thing.

You don't go into battle because you're sure of victory. You go into battle because it's the right thing to do.

I’m sorry, Livvie, I really am. You kill me. Pepper spray? I’ve tracked you all over the world and that’s what’s going to stop me―pepper spray.

I never thought it was fair that anatomy decided what my brain was fit for.

I was as real to him as he was to me and it struck me just then that I meant something to him. In whatever capacity he was able, I meant something. The irony of that epiphany made my gut twist.

I was insanely jealous." "I know. It should make me happy, but it doesn't." "Why ?" "I'd rather make you happy, Caleb. I'd rather see you smile.

If I survive this, I can't go back. I'll have to move forward and I don't know what that means.

Fine. You stay here. I shall return when I’ve found food. But when you all faint from hunger later don’t think you can just feed on me.

What shapes us is not always our achievements but our omissions. Not lies; simply the truths we don’t tell.

I wanted to cry for wanting to cry.

Misery I understand. Happiness is terrifying. - Caleb

You'll always be Kitten to me...Livvie.

Some men don't eat pussy. I think those men are pussies.

I can’t keep you, Livvie. Stop trying to make me.

Softly, he inhales and exhales as we kiss. He never stops kissing me; he simply continues to steal my breath, returning it to me only when he’s infused it with his essence. Pure lust lives inside him. Every breath I take should come from his lungs.

In Joe’s experience, the person who talked the most very often had the least to say.

I'm telling you, monsters aren't born, they're made.

Everything is in the process of becoming something else. It’s the law of change.

We of alien looks or words must stick together.

I wrapped my arms around him and held on as hard as I could. He was my tormentor and my solace: the creator of the dark and the light within. I didn’t care that he would undoubtedly hurt me at any moment, right now; I just needed somebody to hold me… To tell me these exact words. Its going to be okay. It wasn’t of course, I knew that. But I didn’t care, I needed the lie.

I'm fucked in the head, too. Even before I met you.

I'm fucking good looking and sharp witted! I bet Reed only speaks one language. I'm sharp witted in five! - Caleb

Love me like Saturday night, like three glasses of champagne, like the room is spinning, like you're drunk on my love.

She loves me. It's quite sick, isn't it? - Caleb

I hate it when therapy jumps out and surprises you like that.

Only those who are truly aware of their sin can truly cherish grace.

No matter what has happened. No matter what you've done. No matter what you will do. I will always love you. I swear it.

His knives are nice. Mine is better.

Claudia! That’s not for snacking, you bitch.” Livvie spanked the other girl on the ass and both of them giggled. Girls are so strange. If another man called me a bitch and spanked me, it would not end in giggles.

I don’t want revenge, Caleb. I don’t want to end up like you, letting some fucking vendetta run my life. I just want my freedom. I want to be free, Caleb. Not someone’s whore…not even yours.

No more movie references. No more fictional characters to relate to. This was real. It was destiny. I was…a thing, a commodity.

Why couldn't he just keep being an evil, soulless bastard so I knew what his role was and I knew mine?

I hope you outlive me so I never have to know what life is like without you.

Caleb was a strange person, cruel and inhuman; a monster, and yet, at other times, he seemed so capable of something like caring. He made me cry and scream and shake with fear and nearly a split second later he could make me almost believe he wasn't responsible for any of it. He could hold me and make me feel safe. How was that possible?

You don't know what you want Livvie, and what you think you want, you've been brain-washed into wanting

You're going to pay for that Pet,' he panted. The right side of his face sported an angry red hand print. I shook out my hand, 'I already have. That was my change.

Every cell in my body was telling me that he was my happily ever after.

So, that's it? You think I'm just some idiot that fell for your bullshit! Well you're wrong! I fell in love with you, Caleb. I fell in love with your sick sense of humor. I fell in love with the way you protected me. You saved my life!" - Livvie/Kitten

I could be a hugger...maybe. No, it was weird. - Caleb

The naïve girl in me had been bitch-slapped into womanhood. I’d been razed by pain, grief, loss and suffering, and honed by lust, rage and an acute awareness of my need to survive.

I'm yours," she said, but then added, "only yours. And you're mine, only mine.

He is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. That includes puppies, babies, rainbows, sunsets, and sunrises. I can’t even call him a man―men don’t look this good.

Do you want some words of advice, Tess?” I glanced at Adam’s profile as he sipped. “Don’t give your heart away too easily.” He turned to me. “Make him earn it.

If there is one thing worse than self-pity, it was other people's pity.

I felt. I fucking felt and it was awful. - Caleb

The voice in her head told her not to trust him. But then, the voice in her head didn't trust anyone.

I shut my eyes tightly, willing myself to go back to sleep. I want to go back to my dream, back to Caleb. I can't fucking breathe ! I can't breathe without him. I don't want to.

Each day I was more vulnerable than the last. Each day he stripped away more of my sense of self. And now he'd taken the last of it, the last of me. But who did that make me? An extension of him? Someone new? I didn't know. Didn't want to know.

Nothing spells trouble like two drunk cowboys with a rocket launcher.

Losing your head in a crisis is a good way to become the crisis.

Today the pain was emotional, the worst kind

We are all products of our environment; every person we meet, every new experience or adventure, every book we read, touches and changes us, making us the unique being we are.

Healing is the hardest thing you'll ever do.' ~Quinn

There are some things in life you can alter–your weight, your appearance, even your name–but there are others that wishing and trying and working hard can never make any difference to. Those things are the ones that shape us. Not the things we can change, but the ones we can't.

In the dark, my master let down his guard and he was Caleb again. He didn’t correct me. He didn’t punish me. He didn’t push me away emotionally. Caleb was there to hold me until the nightmares passed. He was there to tell me I was beautiful. He was there to tell me I was going to be okay. In the dark, he seduced me. I didn’t want the seduction to end.

And if you can believe it…she slapped me again. “What the hell is wrong with you? Stop hitting me!” I finally looked up at her, but she was a blur. She hit me so hard my damn eyes were watering (I was not crying – eyes water. I think we all know I’m a badass and I don’t cry).

Have you ever thought what a God would be like who actually ordained and executed the cruelty that is in [the biblical Book of Revelation]? A holocaust of mankind. Yet so many of these Bible-men accept the idea without a second thought.

Everything is in the process of becoming something else. It’s the law of change.” I briefly kissed Livvie’s eyelids before she could open them. “I’m in the process of becoming something else, Livvie. I hope it’s something good, something far removed from the monster you knew.

On the third day of their honeymoon, infamous environmental activist Stewie Woods and his new bride, Annabel Bellotti, were spiking trees in the forest when a cow exploded and blew them up. Until then, their marriage had been happy.

I blinked once, "if it's anywhere near as bad as what those assholes did to me... I'm tired of living through this shit just to step into deeper fucking shit. So if all you have planned for me is more torture, I think I'd rather die. Just do me one favor and don't... I don't want to die slow.

We think we want answers. But what we really want are the right answers. Human nature. We ask questions that we hope will give us the truth we want to hear. The problem is, you can’t choose your truths. Truth has a habit of simply being the truth. The only real choice you have is whether to believe it or not.

We all have an inner voice, our personal whisper from the universe. All we have to do is listen -- feel and sense it with an open heart. Sometimes it whispers of intuition or precognition. Other times, it whispers an awareness, a remembrance from another plane. Dare to listen. Dare to hear with your heart.

To grow in your passion for what Jesus has done, increase your understanding of what He has done. Never be content with your grasp of the gospel. The gospel is life-permeating, world-altering, universe-changing truth. It has more facets than any diamond. Its depths man will never exhaust.

There is a moment, in all my studying of movies and scripts, that I’d realized something elemental about human beings and why I’d been attracted to that imaginary world. Each piece of work was attempting to describe the human condition, in all its good, bad and ugly glory. At first, it’d been an extension of my own life, strangely mirrored in this world of ‘fiction’. Each story wanted, no— needed—to reveal a human fragility, a human bondage which tied people to the things they did and to be the person they held in their heads. Those stories were something true and sometimes horrific but people were people and the parts didn’t just tell the whole story.

Like a Falcon, she needed the dark to understand who her master was. She would learn to trust him, to rely upon him, to anticipate what he wanted from her. And like any master with his salt, he would reward her for her obedience. He would be exceedingly firm, but he would also be as fair as he could be. He had notchosen the instrument of his revenge at random. He had chosen a beautiful submissive. And what was a submissive if not adaptable -if not a survivor?