Colleen Hoover Confess Quotes

There are people you meet that you get to know, and then there are people you meet that you already know.

I'm scared I'll never feel this again with anyone else," I whisper. He squeezes my hands. "I'm scared you will.

I love you so much.” His voice is breathless and full of fear. “I’ll love you forever. Even when I can’t.” My tears fall harder at his words. “And I’ll love you forever. Even when I shouldn't.

But the second she opened her eyes and looked at me, I knew. She was either going to be the death of me . . . or she was going to be the one who finally brought me back to life.

I'm afraid if I listen to my heart once, I'll never figure out how to ignore it again.

Selflessness. It should be the basis of every relationship. If a person truly cares about you, they'll get more pleasure from the way they make you feel, rather than the way you make them feel.

It’s amazing how much distance one truth can create between two people.

I’ll love you forever. Even when I can’t.

I think love is a hard word to define,” I say to her. “You can love a lot of things about a person but still not love the whole person.

Please don’t allow anyone to make you feel less than what you are.

Some secrets should never turn into confessions. I know that better than anyone.

Sometimes I miss them so much, it hurts me right here. It feels like someone is squeezing my heart with the strength of the entire goddamn world.

Tell me something about yourself that no one else knows. Something I can keep for myself.

Sometimes we don’t get second chances, Owen. Sometimes things just end.

That could be fate, you know.

It's amazing how you don't realize just how alone and scared you were until you have someone by your side to support you.

He kisses me like he's giving me every kiss he wishes he could have given me the past, and every kiss he'll wish he could give me in the future. All at once.

No one deserves you like I do.” … “No one sees you like I do.” … “No one understand you the way I do.” … “No one makes your heart beat like I do.” … He presses his palm against my heart. “And no one else deserves to be inside you if they can’t get there here first.

Sometimes we don’t get second chances, Owen. Sometimes things just end.” He winces. “We didn’t even get a first chance.

He kisses me like I’m his canvas.

It’s not a confession if no one reads it. It’s just an unshared secret.

Tonight, everyone’s focus is on my art, but my focus is on her. She’s the most interesting piece in this entire room.

She deserves better. So much better. She deserves me. If only she knew that.

How can a fifteen-year old girl defend her love when that love is dismissed by everyone? It’s impossible to defend yourself against inexperience and age. And maybe they’re right. Maybe we don’t know love like an adult knows love, but we sure as hell feel it.

Every day of my life it feels as if I'm fighting my way up an escalator that only goes down. And no matter how fast or how hard I run to try to reach the top, I stay in the same place, sprinting, getting nowhere.

How is it possible that I’m already falling in love with you?

Fucking heels,” she mumbles. Only she isn’t wearing heels. She’s wearing black flats, but she blames them, anyway.

She seems a lot like me. A loner, a thinker, an artist with her life. And it appears as though she's afraid I'll alter her canvas if she allows me too close. She doesn't need to worry. The feeling is mutual.

I love you so much.” His voice is breathless and full of fear. “I’ll love you forever. Even when I can’t.” My tears fall harder at his words. “And I’ll love you forever. Even when I shouldn’t.

I'll love you even when I can't" "I'll love you even when I shouldn't

In order to be embarrassed, a person has to care about the opinions of others first.

Sometimes in order to save a relationship, you have to sacrifice it first.

She deserves so much better than what I can give her. I don’t, however, think she deserves better than me. I think she would be perfect for me and I would be perfect for her, but all the bad choices I’ve made in my life are what she doesn’t deserve to be a part of.

Sometimes people want what they can't have and confuse that with feelings for another person.

I want you to remember how it feels when I look at you.

She’s like a light, unwittingly brightening up the darkest corners of a man’s soul.

I don’t feel lost in him at all, because it’s the first time I’ve ever felt like someone truly found me.

You drink to escape the emotional pain you’re in, and then the next day you do it all over again to get rid of the physical pain. So you drink more and your drink more often and pretty soon you’re drunk all the time and it becomes just as bad, if not worse, than the reality you were attempting to escape from in the first place. Only now, you need an escape from the escape, so you find something even stronger than the alcohol. And maybe that’s what turns alcoholics into addicts.

I'll love you forever. Even when I can't.

If you would have walked out of this room today without crying, it would have devastated me.

life decision is permanent other than a tattoo.

When I'm with you, I think of all the great things I could be if I were without you.

If I knew birthday presents made her this excited, I would have bought her one the day I met her. And every day since then.

I’ll think about last night forever, Owen. Even when I shouldn’t.

Surface friends” is what I call it. When your friendship is merely a façade and you’re enemies on the inside.

I met this really great guy three weeks ago. He taught me how to dance, reminded me of what it feels like to flirt, walked me home, made me smile, and then YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE, OWEN!

My heart aches to love hers.

You are so, so beautiful, Auburn. Everywhere. Every part of you. On the outside, on the inside, when you’re beneath me, on top of me, painted on a canvas.

If a person truly cares about you, they’ll get more pleasure from the way they make you feel, rather than the way you make them feel.

My mother says there are people you meet and get to know, and then there are people you meet and already know.

He presses his palm against my heart. “And no one else deserves to be inside you if they can’t get there through here first.

You don't know what it's like to give up your entire life for someone.

She’s crying, not because she’s sad, but because she doesn’t know how to express what she’s feeling. She knows there aren’t words good enough for this moment.

I’m scared I’ll never stop comparing my life without him to how my life was when I was with him.

I’m pretty sure his kisses are the best form of dieting there is, because every time his lips touch mine, I forget all about the fact that I’m starving.

What?!” Auburn says into the phone. “What kind of secret phrase is ‘pencil dick’?

And I’ll love you forever. Even when I shouldn’t.

If I had known you would show up at my door one day, I'd have done everything differently. Everything.

And I like it. I like it when he stares at me, because it’s been a long time since I’ve felt beautiful in someone else’s eyes. And right now, he’s watching me so closely and with such a satisfied, heated look in his eyes, I would be fine if we spent the rest of the night just doing this and not speaking at all.

I grin. “Good night, OMG.” He slowly shakes his head back and forth while his eyes narrow playfully. “You’re lucky I like you, Auburn Mason Reed.” With that, he closes the door. “Oh my God,” I whisper. I think I might have a crush on that boy.

Selflessness. It should be the basis of every relationship. If a person truly cares about you, they’ll get more pleasure from the way they make you feel, rather than the way you make them feel. “I want you to know something,

He catches my gasp with his mouth, and he picks me up, carrying me out of the shower and straight to the bed. And this time, I don’t get lost in his touch. I don’t get lost in his kiss. I don’t get lost in how it feels when he pushes himself inside me. I don’t feel lost in him at all, because it’s the first time I’ve ever felt like someone truly found me.

I don’t know when Owen began moving his hand away from the back of my head, but it’s slowly moving down my back, making my arms and legs feel so weak, I question their existence.

We’re far from being strangers, Auburn.

You don't exist, God. If you do, you should be ashamed.

You can love a lot of things about a person but still not love the whole person.

I love you so much.” His voice is breathless and full of fear. “I’ll love you forever. Even when I can’t.” My tears fall harder at his words. “And I’ll love you forever. Even when I shouldn

Bitch, bitch, bitch, big huge bitch.

She’s giving me two days, not forever. Two days. That won’t be enough for me, Auburn.

I could use the same ingredients and make my sandwich the exact same way as someone else, but for some reason it just tastes so much better when I’m not the one who makes it.

Sometimes the light is on in his apartment upstairs and I get the urge to set the place on fire.

I rarely feel that any of my paintings ever make it to a finishing point. There's always something else I want to add to them, like a few more brushstrokes or another color. But there comes a point with every painting when I just have to stop and accept it for what it is.

I barely know the guy, yet somehow I can feel that familiar clench of a fist gripping at my heart. I have to see him one more time, even if it’s just to say good-bye.

I love you so much.” His voice is breathless and full of fear. “I’ll love you forever. Even when I can

A palindrome,” I said the first time she told me. She looked at me, perplexed, and that’s when I knew I could never love her. What a waste of a palindrome she was, that Hannah. -Owen Gentry

This is what I want you to remember, Auburn,” he says softly. “I don’t want you to remember what it feels like when I’m inside you. I want you to remember how it feels when I look at you.

He kisses me like I'm his canvas.

I turn and face her and she does the same, but not before looking down at her feet first, because she’s still embarrassed that I saw her connect with my art. I love that she looked at her feet first, because I love that she’s embarrassed. In order to be embarrassed, a person has to care about the opinions of others first.

I think she might be one of those people who are good at everything they do. She has a talent for life.

No one else. You control your anger and you control your happiness. Get it under control,

He takes a seat, coming eye to eye with me. His elbows meet his knees and he leans forward, smiling calmly. “My name is Owen Gentry. I’m an artist and this is my studio. I have a showing in less than an hour, I need someone to handle all the transactions, and my girlfriend broke up with me last week.” Artist. Showing. Less than an hour? And girlfriend? Not touching that one.

It’s midnight!” he says frantically, slapping at the door. “Call her. Call your roommate!” “Oh, shit,” I mutter. I retrieve my phone and begin to dial Emory’s number. “I was about to dial 911,” Emory says as she answers. “Sorry, we almost forgot.” “Do you need to use the code word?” she asks. “No, I’m fine. I already locked him out, so I don’t think he’s going to murder me tonight.” Emory sighs. “That sucks,” she says. “Not that he didn’t murder you,” she adds quickly. “I just really wanted to hear you say the code word.” I laugh. “I’m sorry my safety disappoints you.” She sighs again. “Please? Just say it for me one time.” “Fine,” I say with a groan. “Meat dress. Are you happy?” There’s a quiet pause before she says, “I don’t know. Now I’m not sure if you said the code word just to make me happy or if you’re really in danger.

Who would have thought that my first fight over a girl would be for a girl who isn’t even mine?

I’ve never felt stronger than I feel when I’m with her. I’ve never felt like I had purpose like I feel when I’m with her.

Hay personas con las que te encuentras que llegas a conocer, y luego hay personas con las que te encuentras que ya conoces.

That won’t be enough for me, Auburn. I can already tell. And whoever’s favorite color is blue won’t stand a chance in this tent, because I’m about to make sure that the only thing she ever thinks about when she sees a tent again is Oh My God.

-Don’t worry. Hearts don’t have bones. They can’t actually break' -“If there’s nothing inside a heart that can break, why does it feel like mine is going to snap in half when it’s time for me to move next month? Does your heart not feel like that?” -"Yeah"he whispers. “It does. Maybe we both grew heart bones.

No one deserves you like I do.” … “No one sees you like I do.” … “No one understand you the way I do.” … “No one makes your heart beat like I do.” … He presses his palm against my heart. “And no one else deserves to be inside you if they can’t get there here first.

I want you to remember how your heart reacts every time I kiss you.” I want you to remember my hands, and how they can’t stop touching you.” “And I need you to remember that anyone can make love. But I’m the only one who deserves to make love to you.

I think about all the people I wish could die instead of you.

Ti amerò per sempre. Anche quando non potrò,

Sometimes we don’t get second chances, Owen. Sometimes things just end.” He winces. “We didn’t even get a first chance.

There are people you meet that you get to know, and then there are people you meet that you already know.” I

Surface friends” is what I call it. When your friendship is merely a façade and you’re enemies on the inside. My father has a lot of surface friends. I think it’s a side effect of being a lawyer.

It's killing me Sky. It's killing me because I don't want you to go another day without knowing how I feel about you. And I'm not ready to tell you I'm in love with you , because I'm not. Not yet. But whatever this is I'm feeling-it's so much more than just like . It's so much more. And for the past few weeks I've been trying to figure out. I've been trying to figure out why there isn't some other word to describe it. I want to tell you exactly how I feel but there isn't a single goddamned word in the entire dictionary that can describe this point between liking you and loving you, but I need that word. I need it because I need you to hear me say it.

Every day of my life it feels as if I’m fighting my way up an escalator that only goes down. And no matter how fast or how hard I run to try to reach the top, I stay in the same place, sprinting, getting nowhere. But when I’m with her it doesn’t feel like I’m on that escalator. It feels as if I’m on a moving walkway, and I’m effortlessly just carried along. Like I can finally relax and take a breath and not feel the constant pressure to sprint in order to prevent hitting rock bottom.

There’s a guy at the other end of the bar who looks up at us just as I’m taking my seat, and I assume this is Harrison. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a head full of curly, red hair. The combination of his fair skin and the fact that there are four-leaf clovers on almost every sign in this place makes me wonder if he’s Irish or if he just wishes he were.

If I knew how to stop the tears, I would. I don’t want him to hear me cry. I don’t want him to know how upset I am that we can’t have this every day of our lives. I don’t want him to ask me what’s wrong. When he feels my tears falling against his chest, he doesn’t do anything to stop them. Instead, he simply holds me with a much tighter grip and presses his cheek against the top of my head. His hand brushes softly through my hair. “I know, baby,” he whispers. “I know.

Auburn Mason Reed,” I say out loud. What are the chances? I smile and run my thumb over the letters in her middle name. “We have the same middle name.” I look back up at Adam, and he’s lowering his bed again with a faint smile on his face. “That could be fate, you know.” I shake my head, dismissing his comment. “I’m pretty sure she’s your fate. Not mine.” His voice is strained, and it takes a tremendous amount of effort for him to roll onto his side. He closes his eyes and says, “Hopefully she has more than one fate, Owen.

The first time you kissed me? That moment when your lips touched mine? You stole a piece of my heart that night. The first time you told me you lived me because you weren't ready to tell me you loved me yet? Those words stole another piece of my heart. The night I found out I was Hope? I told you I wanted to be alone in my room. When I woke up and saw you in my bed I wanted to cry, Holder. I wanted to cry because I needed you there with me so bad. I knew in that moment that I was in love with you. I was in love with the way you loved me. When you wrapped your arms around me and held me, I knew that no matter what happened with my life, you were my home. You stole the biggest piece of my heart that night. Keep them open. I want you to keep them open...because I need you to watch me give you the very last piece of my heart