Huang Quotes

If you wanted, I would burn down the world for you.

The possibility of you is better than the reality of anyone else.

You and me against the world, princess.

Men. They always ruined it by opening their mouths.

You are the light to my dark, Sunshine,” he said in a raw voice. His lips brushed against mine as he spoke. “Without you, I’m lost.

If you let lesser people determine your self-worth, you'll never reach higher than their limited imagination.

Careful, Mr Larsen, or I’ll think you actually like me.” His mouth curled into a grin. “Baby, we’re way beyond like.

To everyone whose favorite color is morally gray.

You will always be my first, last and only love.

You don’t have to work overtime to get people to love you, Ava. Love isn’t earned, it’s given.

She felt like heaven to my hell, the closest I’d ever get to salvation, and yet I still wanted to drag her into the depths of Hades with me.

You’re it for me. Whether it’s today, tomorrow, a year, or decades from now, that’ll never change.

Hell with you sounds like heaven to me.

I would take a thousand fights with Jules over a thousand easy days with anyone else. Because I didn't want easy. I wanted her.

I never claimed to be Prince Charming, and my love isn’t a fairy tale type of love. I’m a fucked-up person with fucked-up morals. I won’t write you poems or serenade you beneath the moonlight. But you are the only woman I have eyes for. Your enemies are my enemies, your friends are my friends, and if you wanted, I would burn down the world for you.

Darkness craves light as much as it wants to destroy it,

I know seventy-nine ways to kill a man, and I can make seventy of them look like an accident.

It’s about love, and there’s nothing reasonable about love.

Most people thought the biggest sacrifice they could make was to die for something. They were wrong. The biggest sacrifice someone could make was to live for something—to allow it to consume you and turn you into a version of yourself you didn’t recognize. Death was oblivion; life was reality, the harshest truth that had ever existed.

If her smile was a burglar, her laugh was a fucking thief because I was pretty sure she just stole a piece of my heart from right out under me.

I looked at her, this beautiful, incredible woman whom I never would’ve expected would turn my world upside down, and marveled that she was mine.

If Scarlett had plagued my thoughts before, the kiss had built her a permanent home there and invited her in for tea.

For Scarlett, I could do anything.

Nisam sklon kompromisima, srce, ali za tebe bih pristao i na hiljadu njih.

She’s moping around?” “Out of everything I said, that was your takeaway? And yes, she is, unfortunately, moping.

I want to know what makes you laugh, what makes you cry, what your dreams look like when you sleep and what keeps you up when you can’t. I’ll spend however many lifetimes I need to rediscover those parts of you, because you’re it for me. In every iteration of every life. Things may have changed since we got married, but you and me? We were always meant for forever.

The point is, your injuries don't define who you are. Maybe you're not the same dancer anymore, but who says you have to be? Growth isn't always linear, and I've seen you in the studio. I think you're still pretty damn incredible.

You’re telling me the Asher Donovan has nothing better to do with his time than drop by a ballet academy?” A shadow flickered in those crystalline green eyes. “I have other things I could do,” he said. “I wouldn’t say they’re better.

Humans have the capacity for growth until they leave this earth, so never feel like it's too late for you to take another road if you're unhappy with the one you're traveling.

I’d walked the halls of Valhalla countless times, but every interaction with Vivian was like our first. I noticed something new about her every day—the tiny beauty mark above her upper lip, the way she slid her pendant along its chain when she was uncomfortable, and the mildly crooked slant of her smile when she was genuinely amused.

She was still the daughter of the enemy.

I’m not hung up,” I said. “I’m simply curious as to what he said that was so funny. The last time I checked, neither work, the weather, nor the news is particularly hilarious.

Kai pretends to like Greek mythology to pick up women,

My screen, that shiny black pool I longed to escape into again and again, even though it filled my mind with the black bile of jealousy and bitterness. The shrinkage. The side-by-side comparison. There was a cultural obsession with the possibility of multiverses, but to me, social media was proof enough of their existence. With a flick of a finger, you could see every life you could have had if only you’d been born smarter or luckier, or made better choices.

People respond to jealousy in so many different ways. Some people use it as fuel or ammunition. They get more competitive, and they can become very successful with the engine that jealousy gives them. Others aren’t so lucky, and they get mired in pettiness and toxicity. These are often people who feel a good amount of entitlement. There are also those who can’t handle it at all. They withdraw slowly, depressed, unwilling or unable to find a space for themselves. In actuality, there is room for everyone, but the market benefits from an illusion of scarcity.

Do you really believe there’s space for everyone?” “I do. Maybe not in the market or in the industry. But I believe that every person is capable of art that meaningfully connects with others in the world.” “I’ve always felt that I wasn’t as gifted as other people.” “Ah-ah. Like I always say in my first lecture to every new class, there is no gifted. Only the gift of being fully oneself, and expressing oneself to the utmost.

I’m repulsed by his display, yet jealous that he’s able to feel so deeply and so publicly. I’ve always wondered if my aversion to this kind of performance is why I’ve never been a good enough artist. I hold back, possessed by self-consciousness, which erects a barrier between me and my audience. But when have women been allowed to be hysterical? Especially in public?

The public needs to be shocked and reminded of their own feelings, which everything else in the world seeks to numb. Whatever the purpose of art is, it isn’t to be original for originality’s sake.

This observer flits through and between these images and sees that the Enka recorded in this mind is at odds with the one Enka knows herself to be. This Enka is wise, powerful, and calm. This Enka is intelligent, thoughtful, and wildly creative. And where Enka has always thought of Mathilde as a bird at great height, soaring ever farther away from her, the observer now sees that Mathilde believes Enka to be just as mysterious. A sunk stone in the depths of the ocean that she longs to uncover, holding her breath longer to dive deeper each time.

Everyone is jealous, but they find a way through it. Not you. You nursed your envy. Used it to punish yourself. I saw how that toxicity bled into our relationship and made it one of comparison. And because you placed me so high, you could necessarily only be low and constantly wanting. Desperate enough to betray me again and again.

The paranoia and processing eventually give way to something else: relief that someone knows the whole awful truth. Relief at finally owning every terrible thing I’ve done. And if she knows the worst of me, she must also know the best. She must know with certainty the love I’ve always had for her. But what good is a love like mine? I used my love again and again as an excuse, as absolution for the sins I committed against her. How much better would her life have been if I had hated her, or at least been indifferent? Whether or not she meant it to be, her presence becomes guidance, and shows me the only way forward.

At least now I know why Sammy was so besotted with you back in the day. You have beautiful breasts.

I don’t actually know anybody who is incredibly successful who just approaches business like, ‘This is just business. This is what I do from 8 to 5, and I’m going home, and at 5:01, I’m shutting it down,’ ” Jensen has said.15 “I’ve never known anybody who is incredibly successful like that. You have to allow yourself to be obsessed with your work.

...ailem, sosyal medya hesabım ve ne kadar çabalarsam çabalayayım, çevremdekilerin beklentilerini asla karşılayamayacağımı söyleyen köklü his yüzünden bir çöküş yaşıyordum. sonsuza dek bir hayal kırıklığı olarak kalacağımı düşünmek çok ağır gelmişti. aslında sorun hayatımdı. bir noktada rotadan öyle sapmıştı ki artık yolu bile göremiyordum. tam bir başarısızlık örneğiymiş gibi hissediyordum.

yıllardır kendi hayatımın yolcu koltuğundaydım. insanların beni diledikleri yere götürmesine izin veriyor, hakkımda yapılacak yorumlardan korkarak yaşıyor ve beni sığdırmak istedikleri daracık kutulara girmek için kendimi küçültüyordum. ebeveynlerimin beklentileri, patronumun talepleri, küçük bir dal çatırtısında bile irkilmeme neden olan gizli notlar... onlar hareket ediyordu, bense tepki veriyordum. artık bundan bıkmıştım. hayır demeyi öğrenme ve kontrolü elime almak için mücadele etme vaktim gelmişti.

ortam o kadar sıcaktı ki buraya daha fazla renk katmak için silahımı çıkarıp birilerini vurmak istedim.

normalde, kötülük dünyada kol gezerken insanların içindeki iyiliğe inanacak kadar saf olan kişileri küçümserdim. insanlığın ne kadar düştüğünü, ahlaksızlığın her gün nasıl daha da arttığını ve giderek artacağını görmek için biraz haber izlemek yeterliydi.

yalnız olamaya alışkındım. insanlarla çevriliyken bile bir yanım kendisini hep izole ederdi ve bir noktadan sonra hayatı yaşadığımı değil, bir film gibi izlediğimi hissetmeye başlardım.