Jay Mclean Quotes

He's not the heart and flowers kind of guy, but he's the heart and soul kind, and fuck if every girl would rather that than flowers.

Because while she's so pre-occupied reading... I'm so pre-occupied reading her.

To whoever wrote Fifty Shades of Grey," Cam eyes the sky like he's thanking the Lord. We all laugh and drink.

Twinkle twinkle little whore, close your legs they're not a door.

I'm thinking that maybe I'm really far from more than a lot liking you, Mikayla Jones.

I'm not fucking calling you a slut!" She took a step forward. "But if cocks had wings you'd be fucking airport.

And I look at him. Really, truly, look at him. And I fall in love all over again.

God Jake, I so much more than a lot like you." "Mikayla, I passed that stage a long, long time ago.

Because it's eternal, the rise and fall of the sun. It's forever. Just like us

You took my nightmares and turned them into dreams

Because if I kiss you, then I'll want to taste you, and if I taste you then I'll need to fuck you. And if I fuck you, that means your mine. And when I make you mine, I want it to be in OUR bed. Not in a hotel room...Is that okay?

God, I can't even begin to tell you... I just wish that you could have felt it too. So that when you found your Jake Andrews, you would know. You would know what it felt like to stand in front of your forever.

And this - this is the moment I knew what it felt like to lose everything I never had.

There is a love so fierce it cannot be measured. A heart so strong it will never slow. There is a promise so sure it can never lie. And we promise that love forever. Forever and always

She makes you happy, son?" he asked quietly. "No," I said, shaking my head. "She makes me whole.

I should lick him. Just his chest. NO! I’m not that wasted. Is he? Maybe he won’t remember if I just have one lick.

Because he's Cameron. And you’re Lucy. You're team Luca. You guys are forever. If you two can't make it work, then we're all screwed.

It's just you. It's only ever been just you. It will always only ever be just you.

Is your sister ... uh... hearing impaired?" "She's just reading.

Nothing says awkward like coming in your pants while dry humping.

You still make my world stop, Luce.

in the life full of shadows, darkness, and monsters, you're my light

So my dad—he told me that instead of living life by time and dates, to live them by moments. And instead of trying to remember how old I was or what day it was, try to remember how I felt during those moments.

If heartbreak had a sound, it would be her sob.

We're testing each other. Seeing how far we can take this before something snaps. Most likely my dick.

Sad face emoticon.

No one suspects the people they love of douchebaggery," Heidi looks at me sympathetically. "Or slutbaggery," Lucy adds.

It's the fucking hardest thing to do—to be around the person you love, every day, and not be able to love them.

Love me when I least deserve it, because that is when I need it the most.

Those last words I said to you, they are yours. And so am I. Forever. Because I do love you.

You and me," he shouted. "We're going to make new memories. Ones that you aren't afraid of. And it's going to be amazing.

And if you were still here today, I would tell you, that in your future, do not settle for anything less than the Jake Andrews of the world. Because they exist, and not just in fairytales.

because the thing is, you don’t fall in love with your best friends girl

And this—this is the moment. The moment I let myself fall completely in love with her.

I feel like I've loved you for eternity, and it's not even close to long enough.

I don't think anything, or anyone, is ever going to keep me away from you. I love you way too much. You're my heart, my world, my light.

You're just saying that because you want to get layooked.

I was the match that started the inferno.

Transit umbra, lux permanet.

Because sometimes you need to have nightmares to appreciate the dreams.

Seriously, how many times can a person break before the only things left are shattered fragments too small to piece back together?

Lachlan: "why are you crying, pretty girl?" Logan: " Dude, you're always stealing my game

Diary, you're a fucking asshole, you don't do shit to help me. No one does shit to help me. What's wrong with me?

Eleventy three times

Death changes everyone. It changes the way you think, the way you feel, and the way you live your life. Sometimes it makes you thankful for what you have, but more often than not, it makes you regret the things you've lost.

Quit moaning like a dick deprived whore and get out of my seat.

That shit you're selling," she pointed up and down my body, "it's not for sale anymore. I own it. And I say it's for my eyes only.

So what's this about a book club? You girls sit around, reading dirty books, fanning each other's vaginas? Because if so, count me in!

No fictional boy has ever compared to you.

She reads, and I read her. And that's how I spend the next few weeks. Each day, she speaks a few more words to me, and each day I find myself caring more than I should.

I thought it was impossible to be able to laugh again. But he did it; he made my impossible, possible

You know he feels everything, right here. In his heart. And he loves, fiercely with this passion and emotion that's all Logan. Every part of him. He gives you every single piece.

Regardless of all the black-letter days you might have to endure, there’s always a red one waiting for you.

Stop making me fall in love with you

You can run, you can hide, you can choose not to see, but where the road takes you will always lead to me.

You must make a choice, to take a chance, or your life will never change.

I tell her to fuck off. And that she needs to learn to control her hormones. Get it, Logan? WHORE-MOANS? Oh my god. I'm so fucking funny!

Sometimes you live life searching for moments to remember. Then there are moments you'd rather forget

Because I was the match that started the inferno.

HO. LEE. SHIT. I feel sorry for all the girls in the world that never get to experience a Jake Andrews at least once in their lifetime.

Sometimes it's just timing, Logan. Two hearts can beat as one, even if they aren't synced. Maybe that's what it was with you two. Maybe you just need to find the right rhythm, the right timing. Maybe now's that time for you guys

I don't care that you can't quote my favorite movie, and you don't care that I don't know what book Will and Layken are from.

I move my hand lower. His eyes drift shut. Lower. He lets out a groan. And then I touch it. "Shit," he breathes. "Penis," I squeak.

It doesn't matter where I am in this world, there's nothing else I'd rather see. Just you.

I hope your dick gets whore poisoning and shrivels to its death! And then I hope all the girls see it and laugh at you! And then I hope it falls off! You can stare down at it and cry like a little bitch, just like you did when your pet hamster died!

There’s no emotion greater than fear. No ache greater than grief. No sound greater than silence.

I couldn't tell you why he let me in, or what it was about me, or about us, that led him to believe that it was okay for us to fall in love the way we did. The kind of insanely deep, destructive love. Destructive. That's exactly what we were.

You said that you wanted to be her reason for loving books. You said you wanted to be her reason for everything.

You can keep your two wishes, I'll just take the one. I want my girl, Lucy. My forever. And not just for our forever, but for eternity, and for always.

Today will live forever in the memory of tomorrow.

There are no dates here. Only time passing with each moment.

I can't give you much, or anything at all. But when I say those words to you, it won't just be words—It will be me giving you something that means something. And you deserve to know that, to feel that. So please, let me be the first to say it—because I need to be able to at least give you that...and when I do—those three words will be yours, forever. And so will I.

Lucy: It's just about a boy and a girl falling in love. Camron: Yeah? Is the guy a stud? Is his name Cameron?

To the best guy I know that I'm not screwing.

It feels like I've fallen in love with you for the first time all over again

I don't know. It's like my lips—on your pulse. I can feel your heart beating and know that you're here. I guess sometimes I find it hard to believe that you're real—and that you're mine.

There’s a big difference between being happy and being selfish. Choose to be happy. Fire truck the rest.

The way he cares for me—the way he protects me. It's fierce.

I'll follow you wherever, Logan. For as long as you'll have me." Forever, I thought. But I kept that to myself.

Maybe it is-too soon, I mean-but who gives a shit, right?

I didn’t want to let go. Ever. Maybe it was too soon. Maybe it was too intimate. Maybe it was too perfect.

And there’s nothing sadder, nothing harder in the world than watching the person you love fall apart right before your eyes—and you can’t say or do anything to change it.

I remember thinking that I'd give up all other senses if it meant I could hear you laugh again.

I'll do anything to spend even a second of my time with you.

In my mind, this is what I look like: A giant St. Bernard, huffing and panting with sloppy drool falling out of my mouth, whimpering, like I need to lick and taste a giant bone inches from my face. He can be my giant bone. Oh. My. God. Bone.

You miss her?" "Every second, of every hour, of every day.

Whaddup, deskfucker?

So that when you found your Jake Andrews, you would know. You would know what it felt like to stand in front of your forever.

Sometimes the wrong path can lead us to the right road.

Cam starts laughing, "Oh, I love it when she reads." He turns to Lucy who's face is starting to contort and turn to a bright shade of red, "She reads these smutty books, like full on dirty shit, full of sex and like... bdsm shit." "I'm not joking boys, they're like full on pornographic. Talking about silky shafts and veiny dicks and shit," Logan is now on the ground holding his side from the pain of laughing too hard. "Sometimes she'll be reading, then all of sudden she'll put her book down and look at me like she wants to eat me, literally eat me!" he yells, laughing harder, still swatting away her hands that are trying to shut him up, "I mean I don't mind it, not at all. It's hot as fuck. And she wants to try everything she reads in these books. Like... everything. She learns everything from these books... so I don't give a shit when, of how much she reads, I get rewards.

If I told you to jump, would you ask how high? Or would you just jump? If there were no reason behind it, would you still take the leap? What if I told you that at the end, there would be nothing? What if you made a splash on the world and lived in an eternal state of floating? Would you make waves? What if you couldn't float? What if air lost the battle, and you lost the war? Would you want to know what was on the other side? Would you care? Or would you just jump... because I was the one that asked you?

You meant the world to me. And if you didn't know that--if you couldn't see that--then that's how I'll start. Every day I'll show you, and every day I'll prove to you just how much you mean to me. How much you still mean to me.

But I'm going back, and when I do, I'm going to fight for her. It could take me days, weeks, months, years. It doesn't fucking matter. Because I won't just be fighting for her, I'll be fighting you too. And if I ever get her back, it'll be my life's biggest achievement.

Every Princess has one Prince to share the loves and joys of life, and do you know how that Princess knows which Prince is hers?” “How Mommy?” “From the kiss.” “But how?” “The very first kiss with your Prince will change your life. When your lips touch for the first time, the earth will feel like it stops moving, but in the same moment, the world around you spins. It’ll feel like fireworks in the night sky. Like a bright light in the darkness. You’ll feel your heart beat fast in your ears but silence will surround you. And when you pull apart and open your eyes and look at each other, and really see each other. You’ll know it in that moment, through that kiss, that you’ve just let someone own a piece of your heart, and you’ll live happily ever after.

I think it's human nature to blame yourself. When things fuck up in life, you always want to find a reason for it. There has to be a reason, right? Bad things don't just happen, especially to good people. "So we sit around and try to make sense of it all, and the only sense we can make is that we probably deserved it, so we make up these ideas in our heads.

Logan Matthews," I put my hand out to shake hers. She looked down at it, shook her head, laughed once, and then looked back up at me. "Definitely no." "What? Why? Give me one good reason," I spat out. I didn't know why it was getting to me, her not wanting me. But I was pissed off and I felt like I needed to win that argument, or whatever the fuck it was that was going on there. "Because." "That's not a reason." "Because I have a boyfriend." "No you don't." I shook my head and crossed my arms over my chest. "Because you're an asshole." "Valid, but not accepted. Next?

Tony turned to him. "Rude much? We're in the middle of something here." Logan glared at him, then lifted his index finger in the air, twirling it around. "You see this?" he asked, his chin lifting. Tony looked around the kitchen, confusion all over his face. "See what, Asshole? There's nothing." "Exactly." Logan smirked, moving so he was in front of me. "That's all the fucks I give.

I really am sorry, Micky, for what it's worth. You were the greatest thing that ever happened to me. You were my life. I mean, I know I didn't show that to you, and I'll forever hate myself for that. But you need to know, I loved you so fucking much. I still love you. Whenever I look at my future, it was always you... When I thought about my life... You were the one walking down the aisle towards me, raising our kids. I always smiled to myself when I thought about it, that it was you that was going to be there for me every night, when I got home from work, you in your study, writing your books. A few kids, a decent house. It was perfect in my mind. You were perfect. You are perfect and I threw it all away, because I'm such a fucking asshole, and I can't take it back. I can't fucking take it back, and I can't have you back, and all of this... this life I have, none of this shit is worth it, not without you.

I sigh and flop down on my bed. "Okay." He starts pacing the room. "Rewind and tell me what happened from the beginning." "Okay." I blow out a breath and try to calm down. "So she touched my dick." "Where?" "MY DICK! Are you not listening?" "Settle down, asshole. Where were you when she touched..." His face contorts to a grimace. "You know... your..." "My dick? At school." "HOLY SHIT ! What the hell are they letting happen in schools these days?" "What?" I yell, frustrated. "No! It's not like she pulled my pants down in the cafeteria while we were all eating lunch and decided to tug me.

Logan: 7 days to go. Amanda: Really, asshole? A countdown? Logan: 6 days to go. I bet you can't wait to see me. Amanda: I'm already regretting this. Logan: 5 days to go. OMG! What am I going to wear? Amanda: I thought I told you not to contact me for a week. Logan: 4 days to go. Seriously though, what do you want to do? Amanda: Not go on a date with you? Logan: 3 days to go. I'm pretty fucking excited to see you. Amanda: Shut up. Logan: 2 days to go. Just thought I would remind you, in case you had forgotten. Amanda: Who is this? Logan: 1 day to go. I'll call you tomorrow. Amanda: I'll be busy. Logan: I'm calling you in 5 minutes. You better answer. You promised my 'nephew' a date with me. Amanda: Fine!