Exodus Kate Stewart Quotes

We love rainy days, don’t we, baby?

Until we meet again. Until we can feel the rain on both our faces. There has to be a time for us in the next life. I don’t want any part of a heaven where I don’t see you.

Your heart is not your weakness, Cecilia. It’s mine.

Loving you made me sick, and I don’t ever want to get well.

Je suppose que je serai toujours la fille qui pleure à la lune.” I guess I’ll always be the girl crying for the moon.

Keep dreaming. Keep planning. Dream a thousand dreams and then make a thousand things happen.

We love rainy days don't we baby?

If you leave, I’ll come after you. If you change your mind, I’ll change it back. I’ll fight so fucking hard for you every single day, so you never question if you made the right choice.

You said we can never be.” He presses in. “We. Fucking. Are.

Yours. I was always supposed to be yours,” I say as he nods and crushes me with his kiss.

Because loving you made me sick as fuck and losing you twice has made me terminal.

I may be the villain you fell for, but that doesn’t make me any less the villain.

What did you do?” I whisper. “I did what thieves do. I stole you!

And if I’m damning myself, I’m going to enjoy the burn.

Because loving you made me sick as fuck and losing you twice has made me terminal. I don’t want to live out any ending that doesn’t include you.

I don’t care how fucked up we turn out as long as I’ve got you.

You have infected me with your sickness, and now I’m an addict too.

Love will make you a complete idiot, and I’m no less guilty of being a slave to it than any other woman.

Because of you, I see this place again for what it truly is. It hasn’t lost any of its magic. I just forgot how to look for it.

It was a year. Just one year. But it changed everything for me.

Please. God, please, Cecelia, let me finally love you the way you deserve.

I don’t know, Collin. I guess…” I repeat Tobias’s words. “I don’t get a happy ending. I just get an ending.

Every decision we make in life is a move, our opponent invisible. Whether it be the enemy of illness, or the enemy you sleep with, you don’t get that knowledge until the opponent makes itself known.

I’m a best-kept secret.

I’ve never met a woman so willing to brave her own destruction for just a little truth.

Fuck you, you backwoods fake ass fucking robin hood wannabe son of a bitch!

Je ne veux pas n’être qu’une phase pour toi.

We both know I was never going to make it to thirty, brother. Take care of her.

Love isn’t an inconvenience, it isn’t a mistake, and the danger makes it all worth it. I walked through fucking fire for you. I survived hell for you. You don’t deserve me. You never deserved me, not at all. But I deserve you. I. Deserve. You. But it’s the king I deserve. It’s the king I want.” I clench my fists. “I loved the bastard I met, the thief that stole me, and the king who claimed me, but I refuse to love the coward. I hate the coward.

And the fact that you can’t stand by what you preach doesn’t make me less of a woman. It makes you both less of a man. You are the ones who told me to take what I want when I want it. I guess the rule only applies if what I want is you!

But in the spirit of full disclosure, you should know that every time I look at you, Cecelia, I want your attention, your lips, your tongue, your body. You have infected me with your sickness, and now I’m an addict too.

If you leave, I’ll come after you. If you change your mind, I’ll change it back. I’ll fight so fucking hard for you every single day, so you never question if you made the right choice.

In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed— But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted.—A Dream, Edgar Allen Poe

Unforgettable assholes with a side of motherfucker.

Because…how can love be a mistake?” A warm tear runs down my face as I finally look up at him. “Even if it’s not enough, if it’s more trouble than it’s worth, if it does me more harm than good, even if everyone I give myself to denies me, I refuse to believe it’s a mistake.

At this point I would rather be alone than a liar. I came back to declare war on my memories, to draw my lines, and I’m already disgusted with just how relieved I am by reclaiming, owning my dark side.

My hate for him continues to grow, along with my attraction.

In every aspect of life, safety is an illusion.

Because the life I truly want doesn’t have a thing to do with perfection. It’s the farthest thing from safe, and the man I want is anything but gentle.” And

Keep dreaming. Keep planning. Dream a thousand dreams and then make a thousand things happen.

He pins me beneath him, pressing my wrists to the grass, his hair tickling my chin as he gazes down at me. “A selfish moment,” he whispers softly before he captures my mouth, drawing me into the most damning and selfish of kisses.

Maybe my answer isn’t to get away, but become one of them, to blend in and play ignorant to all that’s wrong in this fucked-up world so I can breathe a little easier, so one day, I can mindlessly smile again.

Your heart is not your weakness, Cecelia. It’s mine.

He went too far, and I went with him, but for a completely different reason. But I’ll share in the punishment. And I’ll crave my enemy. Because that’s what we are.

Guilt. Guilt separates us, but it was our mistakes that made us.

I hate that I love the way he kisses me. It’s possession and now bordering on obsession, and it’s not what I’m supposed to feel.

After this, you want to watch a movie?” Dominic asks. “You can make that cheddar popcorn I love. We can crowd under that blanket that smells like…what’s that smell?” I choke on a fresh wave of fear. “Lavender,” I say as more tears stream down my cheeks. “Yeah. And I’ll let you watch a chick movie because all I really want to do is watch you watch it. Your face gets all dopey when you get love drunk.

With every slow thrust of his tongue, every possessive push of his hips, he damns us, the confession in his eyes narrating our story, our ill-fated fortune as star-crossed fools, sharing a merciless love neither of us can ever deny, but can never keep.

I’m keeping my love story, not because it included both martyr and sacrifice, or because it’s the story I wanted, it’s because I would never rewrite it. And I would live it all over again just for the chance to sing with him.

T’aimer m’a rendu malade et je ne veux plus jamais guérir.” Loving you made me sick, and I don’t ever want to get well.

A bird, unable to fly, is still a bird; but a human unable to love is an inexpensive stone.

Sometimes…s-sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever grow up enough to know the difference between what I romanticize and what’s real.

It’s fear that’s going to keep us angry, keep us confused, keep us penniless.

When it gets hurt, it has a tendency to self-sabotage.

W-w-hy,” I clear my throat, “why now?” “Because loving you made me sick as fuck and losing you twice has made me terminal. I don’t want to live out any ending that doesn’t include you.

But that’s the difference between a boy in a book or a movie and a man in the real fucking world. Some of us don’t want to know the inner workings of your mind and heart, or throw away our pride, or tell you our secrets and confess our love. Some of us just want to fuck you until we tire of you and move on.

It strikes me then that I’ve never known all-consuming love until this day, until him, and I’m positive, I will never know it like that again. I found my truth in love just seconds before it was ripped from me. A curse, a damning fate, to be in love with a man I was supposed to view as my rival who instead stole my heart.

Cecelia,” he whispers, the lilt in his tone breaking me apart as he brings his hazel eyes to mine, drawing me back to a time when things were so much simpler. A time where I could love him freely, reach out and touch him. “You were the first goddamn person I thought of every morning and the only woman I have ever dreamed about. And if you would have waited for me, I would have given you the opposite of nothing.

You were the first man to break my heart, and I guess it’s fitting. But you didn’t have to. You didn’t have to punish us both. I came here to collect your fortune, but I would give every dime back for just a few minutes with you.

I didn’t know where you got the dress, so I couldn’t replace it. But the negligee felt like you. Soft,” he presses a kiss below my ear, “sensual,” and another, “delicate,” he pulls back to weigh my reaction before licking along my bottom lip, “beautiful.

He loves you, you know.” I turn back to where he sits. “Not that I’m encouraging this shit because let me make myself clear, I hate him. He’s a pompous, French asshole. But no man can rage that much over a woman that means nothing to them. He’s fighting it.

It’s not a storm, Tobias,” I say, looking up at the sky. “It’s a blessing.

For once in my life, I’m okay with letting love lose.

Until we meet again, Until we can feel the rain on both our faces. There has to be a time for us in the next life. I don't want any part of a heaven where I don't see you.

So was I. Je ne veux pas n’être qu’une phase pour toi.

Sleep, prince,” I say softly, biting my lips as my hot tears pelt his face. I lace my fingers with Dominic’s and close my eyes. “I’ll find you again. I’ll find you in my dreams. We’ll have so many rainy days. I’ll find you—

He stares down at me, gasping out his release, unmistakable terror in his eyes. And I’m thankful for it. I’m thankful for every vulnerable second of it because I see the recognition when he realizes what I already know. He didn’t want to feel anything, and instead, he felt everything. We’ve just ruined ourselves with our hate for the other.

But I’m starting to understand the root of some of my attraction. When I look at him, I do see Dominic and Sean. When he speaks, I hear bits and pieces of them both. I must still be looking at him in that way because he lifts his chin, prompting me.

Deep down, even though I have everything I’ll ever want, more than I could have ever expected for myself, some part will always wish it was me.” “I’m sorry,” I whisper as tears coat my lips as I gaze up at him. “I sometimes wish I would never have met him, never laid eyes on him.

I don’t want to fucking leave. I don’t want to argue. I don’t want to hate myself. I don’t want to blame you. I’m tired of being angry at them, but damn them and…damn you, Cecelia, you were never supposed to know them, you were never,” his face twists with fury as my heart seizes, “you were…” He jerks me to stand, pulling me against him, anger rolling off his frame, anguish in his eyes. “Yours. I was always supposed to be yours,” I say as he nods and crushes me with his kiss.

That’s one question I can answer,” he whispers, his eyes piercing as he leans in, “yes.” “Yes, what?” “Yes,” he strokes my face, “I’ve been in love.” The words strike hard, and I burst into tears at the sound of them. He grips me in his hold before pressing a brief kiss to my lips and pulling away. “But she went and fell in love with my brother.

And two types of people,” he goes on, completely unfazed. “There’s the one that will walk past that offending piece of lint or paper on the floor every single day and tell themselves they’ll get to it. And those that will pick it up the minute they spot it. They’ll figure out where it came from, trash it, and forget it was ever there. But, for the ones that walk by it every day, it will become a problem. It will start to fester. Another something they’ll have to get to. Another pea on their plate. They’ll start to look for it, its presence a nuisance, and tell themselves they’ll get to it tomorrow. Until one day, it’s more of a crisis of conscience than a pea.” “Let me guess. You don’t have any peas on your plate.” One side of his mouth lifts in contempt before he speaks through thick lips. “I fucking hate peas.” “It’s a piece of lint.” “Only to the person who picked it up.

You might be trouble. But you’re still more. A lot more.

Love isn’t an inconvenience, it isn’t a

You keep trying to give yourself, your heart, your allegiance away to anyone who will have it for reasons you can’t understand, but it’s so painfully clear.

I don’t want to love him,” I whisper hoarsely. “Stupidly, I thought…” “Thought what?” “I thought I would see him, and my adult brain would kick in and reason with my stupid heart.

Your mother is a selfish narcissist, your father dodged his responsibilities,

Watch yourself.” “Or what?

I think it cut much deeper than I could heal. I’m not saying I went out and purposefully sought to sabotage myself, but it sure as hell didn’t stop me from acting on impulse.

A fucking Greek tragedy with a Shakespearean twist.

It takes a queen to love and understand a king. Did you think this would break me? You made me!

Please, Pup, eat,

We love rainy days don't we baby?

The wings on my back, I decide belong to me. And with them, I free myself.

You said we can never be.” He presses in. “We. Fucking. Are.

Je suppose que je serai toujours la fille qui pleure à la lune.

Fine. But I hate him.

I was honest with you.” He pulls me to him, my back to his front as he rests his head on my pillow, his warm breath hitting my ear. “So was I. Je ne veux pas n’être qu’une phase pour toi.

I’ll always have a piece of you,” he strokes my back in the soothing way I’ve missed for so long, “And you will always have a piece of me.” He pulls back and cradles my face in his hands. “But I can see it. You still haven’t let go. You have to let go so you can get your happiness too. You were never to blame. Never. And I know if Dominic could, he would tell you the same. It was his decision. And he loved you.” I nod and nod as he wipes my never-ending tears. “I regret a lot of shit from back then, a lot, but I don’t regret you. I loved you then and now, and I always will.

You going to lick the bottom of her stilettos when she’s done here?” “She’s not into foot kink,” Ryan retorts with a sure smile. Tobias’s eyes drift up to mine. The look in them enough to condemn me.

Your mother is a selfish narcissist, your father dodged his responsibilities, you feel that my brothers used you and abandoned you, and you’re putting on a brave front all the while you’re fucking dying inside.

He rubs his thumb along my cheek. “I did watch. That night you told me you hoped I was watching. I was. I have been the whole time,” he whispers softly, “I couldn’t look away.” A sob bursts from my lips as he draws us together, our foreheads touching. “I’ll make it up to you. Every day I denied you, I denied myself. I’ll make up for it for the rest of our punishment. Je t’aime, Cecelia. I love you so fucking much. Mon trésor.

Buts it's your heart that I want most, Cecelia, not your beautiful face or your body, it's your heart that I'm drawn to, it's your heart that's the most beautiful thing about you, it's your heart that makes you my most worthy opponent. I regret a lot of shit from back then, a lot, but I don't regret you. I loved you then and now, and I always will.

mistake, and the danger makes it all worth it. I walked through fucking fire for you. I survived hell for you. You don’t deserve me. You never deserved me, not at all. But I deserve you. I. Deserve. You. But it’s the king I deserve. It’s the king I want.” I clench my fists. “I loved the bastard I met, the thief that stole me, and the king who claimed me, but I refuse to love the coward. I hate the coward.

I’ve only begun to prove myself to you. Let me. Please let me. If you never tell me you love me again, I’ll deserve it, and I won’t even ask for it. Not ever. But it’s your heart that I want most, Cecelia, not your beautiful face or your body, it’s your heart that I’m drawn to, it’s your heart that’s the most beautiful thing about you, it’s your heart that makes you my most worthy opponent.” He buries his head in my neck. “Please. God, please, Cecelia, let me finally love you the way you deserve.

With Sean’s music filling the air, Dominic’s buzz at my fingertips and feet, I pick up speed over the county line, just as the sun peeks back through the clouds. And then I’m flying. The wings on my back, I decide belong to me. And with them, I free myself.

He…grins, and I do a double-take. The sight of him without his jacket, his button-down rolled up revealing thick veined, muscular forearms does unwelcome things to me.

All that dwells here is a painful history repeating itself.

There’s something you need to know,” he swallows, his frame rattling as he covers my hand on his chest, the beat beneath quickening, smashing against my palm as if trying to break free. “Your heart is not your weakness, Cecelia. It’s mine.

He’d ended his relationship, but that meant nothing if he couldn’t accept us. And his words and actions last night only told me he never would.