Danielle Quotes

Maybe some people just aren't meant to be in our lives forever. Maybe some people are just passing through. It's like some people just come through our lives to bring us something: a gift, a blessing, a lesson we need to learn. And that's why they're here. You'll have that gift forever.

Life, a good life, a great life is about "Why not?" May we never forget it.

Things work out the way they're meant to

Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?

Trauma is personal. It does not disappear if it is not validated. When it is ignored or invalidated the silent screams continue internally heard only by the one held captive. When someone enters the pain and hears the screams healing can begin.

I didn’t know what was worse: to have your shot and screw it up, or to never have had a shot in the first place.

I asked him what moya zvezdochka meant. He said it meant, my little star.

I swear to God, Elena, if I find out you’ve let some man touch you, I will deliver his hands to you in a box.” I swallowed. “And I do not. Fucking. Bluff.

When you’re obsessed with something for so long and finally obtain it? It feels like coming home to God. And nobody gives up their fucking spot in Heaven.

Sometimes only pain can heal.

Sometimes, if you aren't sure about something, you just have to jump off the bridge and grow your wings on the way down.

you see the magic in a fairy tale, you can face the future

Be brave. Be angry. Don't trust anyone.

Sing Me no songs tell me no tales cry me no tears, but remember me kindly.

There are three sides to every story. Mine, yours and the truth.” —Joe Massino

Her life was beginning to make sense again, although she couldn’t say she was enjoying it. But her mind was clear, and her heart was not constantly as heavy. Only when she thought about him. But she knew that in time, she’d survive it. She had done it before and would again. Eventually the heart repairs.

You don’t need wheels on your house to get somewhere better. All you need is something to give you that extra push.

You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.

You'd be surprised how fast things happen when the right man comes along.

I hated when someone told me to smile, as if a smile of mine belonged to them and not to me.

Those who have sacrificed always have the most to lose.

I hate to break it to you, but just because someone has pretty hair and a good skin tone and a crown instead of a pointy hat doesn’t mean she’s not the baddest bitch this side of the emerald city.

Sometimes we have to face the things that hurt us most. Maybe you won’t heal till you do. You haven’t yet.” They both knew that was true. “You can’t move ahead until you bury the past.

No matter how tough you think you are, there are certain things that just get to you, and they’re usually the little things. The ones you don’t expect.

He was comfort, security, and need, all in one. It had a name. Home.

Haven’t you heard? Love is an obsession. Some would even say . . . the maddest obsession.

I think it is our nature to believe evil always has an ugly face,” he said, ignoring my question. “Beauty is supposed to be good and kind, and to discover it otherwise is like a betrayal of trust. A violation of the nature of things.

Not everyone is meant to stay forever.

True love stories never have endings.

Even if I'm a goddamned fool for it, there will never be anyone but you.

The moonlight loved her. But not as much as my shadows.

Lust is temporary, romance can be nice, but love is the most important thing of all. Because without Love, lust and romance will always be short-lived.

I said I’ll never hurt you, Elena, but if I find out you’ve touched another man, there is nothing in this world that could save him.

Would you visit my grave if I died?” His eyes grew dark. “I’d die before you were ever in a grave, malyshka.” I loved his possessive side. And I loved his dark side, too.

At times, we are the bridge that allows another to re-enter the world after a loss. Don't mistake it for more or its beauty may be lost.

I cannot stop the world from moving. All I can do is be prepared for when it does.

That’s not a good enough reason for me to marry you, Christian.” “Fine.” He shook his head, his eyes flashing with darkness. “How about because I love you, Gianna? Because I think I have since the moment I saw you? Because if you weren’t in this world anymore, I would find a way to take myself out of it?

I can’t imagine a world where you and all your fucking yellow doesn’t exist. So if you die, you’ll take me with you.

Go to hell, Allister.” “Been there, Russo, and I’m not impressed.

There are plenty of women who could make you happier, Christian.” “You’re the only one I want.

People do strange things sometimes, when they feel hopeless.

This man might be a hunter. But he was mistaken if he believed she was prey.

Dying was and easy thing to accomplish, effortless in its agony. It was living that was hard, requiring endless toil and labor, and for all one's efforts, it could be stolen in an instant.

.. that terrible feeling that you're not good enough to be loved by the people you love most, and eventually by anyone else.

They aren't ugly." I bit my lip, trying to find the right words. "more like beautiful things that have had the misfortune of being broken.

I would make this girl want me, need me, love me, because fuck if I was going it alone.

Angel and devil,” he said. “One is but a shade of the other.

Why are you staring at me?” One heartbeat. Two. His voice was rough and his gaze was steady when he said, “Maybe I want to.

Alive isn't living.

Awake or asleep, all I see is your face. All I hear is your voice. All I feel is you in my arms. All I want is you.

What do you want from me, Christian? He turned to me, eyes dark. “Everything.

The cruel irony of housework: people only notice when you don't do it.

There’s nowhere you could go that I couldn’t find you.

What do I taste like?” His eyes drifted back up to mine. They were so deep and serious they held me captive. His next two words tugged at my heart, even though I didn’t know the meaning. “Kak moya.

No man can take your freedom from you. They can limit your mobility, but that's about all they can do

Love is messy. If you really love someone, you can't avoid the pain. People die, people leave, things change, but sometimes it all works

What if someone arrests me while you’re in the bathroom?” “I’d bail you out.” “If you couldn’t?” “I’d be locked up beside you.

You say wicked like it’s a good thing.

Love is quite violent. It is so painful at times, so devastating. And there is nothing worse or better. We find the highs and lows equally unbearable. But then again, the absence of them is more so.

Never lose hope, and if you can, find the courage to love again.

Forgiveness can get you places, I guess. But sometimes you need to light a fire.

Magic always wants to be something different from what it already is. Now that made sense to me. It reminded me of myself.

You are my goddamned damnation, but there will never be anyone but you.

Some things in life are worth waiting for.

I’m going to die,” I choked out, not able to drag a deep enough breath into my lungs. “Never, malyshka.” It was soft and vehement. “Come here.

Long-distance relationships are another way of avoiding intimacy.

Perspective is a bitch when it slaps you in the face, after the fact

There’s nothing you can’t do if you want it bad enough.

There was something much greater she needed to feed her soul, and perhaps one day soon she would go...

He looked at the dessert in my hands as though he’d never tried sugar before. He nodded toward it. “Chocolate?” “Arsenic.” “My favorite.

When we are true to ourselves, and follow these impulses that sweat from our compressed and broken souls we may just find the beauty, and the oh-so amazing way life can sneak up and smash us in the face!

If it's meant to be, they'll find a way to make it work eventually.

‎"Today's dirty hands are tomorrow's muddy water

You can’t choose who you are. But you can choose what you’ll become.

Without hope, there’s nothing to lose. With it, we’re nothing but dominos waiting to fall.

Trauma is personal. It does not disappear if it is not validated. When it is ignored or invalidated the silent screams continue internally heard only by the one held captive.

And then I thought: Bring it on. There’s no place like anywhere but here.

To be bound is a burden, but it is the actions we freely take that cause us the most pain.

I’m not Glinda. I’m Glamora, her twin sister. She’s the Good witch; I’m the Wicked one. Of course, she’s also the one who’s turned Oz into the hellhole it is now, so it’s really all relative.

Ya lyublyu tebya. Tak sil’no chto ne mogu dumat’ kogda ty daleko ot menya.” I love you. So much I can’t think when you’re away from me.

In this world, things weren’t black and white. I preferred yellow anyway.

He was gone, and she was broken hearted, that was all that mattered.

You can’t just cover your eyes and pretend like terrible things aren’t happening simply because you can’t see them,

Forgiveness doesn't come easy for you, I see. Sometimes you have to bend so as not to break, dear.

I breathed against his lips, “Tell me you love me again.” “I love you, malyshka.” “I love you, too, you know?” He stilled, and then a rough sound rumbled in his chest. He lifted me so my eyes were level with his, brushed his lips across mine, and said in a deep, almost apologetic rasp, “I’m never letting you go now.

We don't speak of it, or react to it. Paralyzed in a reality of uncertainty and madness,this is where we are.

I think it is in our nature to be selfish, and in our capacity to do a great many evil things.

Remember me? I'm back to my old self again. No responsibilities, no attachments, no encumbrances. I don't want to own anything, love anyone, or get too attached to people, places or things. It's a rule that seems to work well for me.

Since the moment I set eyes on you in Southwatch, there's been no one but you. Even if I'm a goddamned fool for it, there will never be anyone but you." You are a fool, she thought as darkness took her. And that made two of them.

What are you doing here " "Hiding with you

She had been both good and wicked and everything in between. She had been both at once, too, until it was hard for her to even tell the difference anymore.

Say something in Russian.” “Ty samaya krasivaya zhenshchina kotoruyu ya kogda-libo videl.” “What did you say?” “You’re annoying.

I'm one of them. The weirdos and the freaks. My point was that it's ok to be different, and from now on we'd better be, if we're going to make something of ourselves. It's the one thing I learned in school. Different is ok. -Victoria

Look at me, Gianna.” I did. “We have a saying in Russia. S volkámi zhit’, po-vólch’i vyt’. Say it.” I butchered it. A corner of his lips lifted, but he walked me through it until it sounded somewhat intelligible. “It means, to live with wolves, you have to howl like a wolf.

Then let me make it clear for you,” he said, the shadows in his eyes flashing. “You would survive without me. You would move on.” His tone roughened. “I can’t imagine a world where you and all your fucking yellow doesn’t exist. So if you die, you’ll take me with you. Your sacrifice would mean nothing, kotyonok. NOTHING.

I wanted to fuck her and ruin her for anyone else. I wanted to crush her wings and then put them back together again so she’d become dependent on me. I wanted her to need me. That dark, possessive, and dangerous feeling crawled through me every time she crossed my path. Elena Abelli was my vice, and fuck if I’d let it kill me.

I wish I was not who I am. I wish I had met you in different circumstances, in a place far away from here, where there was no magic, politics and deception. Somewhere where things could be different between us. I wish I was someone else. But I am what and who I am, and all the wishes in the world will not change that.

I love you," he said, his lips grazing against hers. "And I will love you, no matter what the future brings. No matter how hard I need to fight. I will always love you." The words undid her, broke her apart completely, then forged her into something new. Something stronger. Something better.

For the first time in my life, I felt free to be me. To curse if I wanted, to keep my smiles for who deserved them, to be bad at something, to fall in love. Nico didn’t treat me like glass. He shattered the reflection of an empty life staring back at me. He taught me how to soar.

And if they really fuck it up and do make a horrible mistake, which can happen to anyone, from any culture, you still have to sit back and watch from the sidelines. It's their life. What you need is a life of your own. You can't hang on to them forever and live theirs or stop them from making mistakes. That's the deal. Once they grow up, they belong to themselves, not to us.