Kulti Mariana Zapata Quotes

When one door closes, another one opens. I might just have to do a little breaking and entering to get the right one for me.

You know your reputation is just what everyone else thinks of you, your character is what you really are.

You are my equal, my partner, my teammate, my best friend.

This is what matters. You are my gift, my second chance, and I will cherish you and your dream. I will protect both of you.

Destiny is a ladder, a series of steps that takes you where you’re supposed to go.

Eyes up here, Taco.

You don’t get to live your dreams by waiting around for someone to hand them to you.

A dream is just a wish without a plan.

What would I gain from telling you the first moment I realized you were meant to be mine? Nothing. You’re supposed to protect what you love, Sal. You taught me that. I didn’t wake up one day and know I didn’t want to live without your horrible temper. I saw so much of me in you at first, but you aren’t like me at all. You’re you, and I will go to my grave before I let anyone change any part of you. I know that without a doubt in my mind. This,” he pointed between us. “This is what matters.

When something is broken into too many pieces, you can’t stare at them and try to glue them back together; sometimes you just have to sweep up the pieces and buy something else.

I’ve done so many stupid things that you’ve made me regret—things I hope you will forgive me for and look beyond— but this, waiting a little longer for the love of my life, I can do.

It was the worst non-break-up ever in the history of imaginary relationships with a man who didn't even know I existed.

You are the most honest, good thing I’ve ever had. I won’t deny it to anyone.

people are going to judge you regardless of what you do, Sal. Don’t listen to what they have to say because at the end of the day, you’re the one that has to live with your choices and where they take you. No one else is going to live your life for you.

My schnecke. My little snail, do you know that’s what it means? It’s a term of affection in my country. My love. My snail. I don’t want to waste more time. I have nothing to hide and neither do you.

I flung up my common sense into the air and held my imaginary ovaries out in sacrifice.

Dear God. A man like that making kissing sounds at what I could only guess was his baby. My vagina, my vagina didn’t know what to do with itself.

Every single thing that has ever happened in my life has led me here, Sal. Destiny is a ladder, a series of steps that takes you where you’re supposed to go. I am the man that I am, and I have done the things that I’ve done, to get me to you.

The German shook his head. “No. No more. I won’t let you down; now stop crying. It makes me nauseous.

Soccer has given me everything, but it’s also taken away just as many things.” He gave me a sad determined look. “I don’t want it to take you away as well. You are the least shameful thing in my life, Sal. Understand?

I had this one life, and if I didn’t make the best of it, then what was the point?

They pooped. They all pooped. Every single one of them.

I haven’t done a single thing in my life to deserve you, schnecke, but I will never give up on you, and I won’t let you give up on me.

Then he did it, he crossed the line again. “Sal—Sal, don’t tell anyone, but you’re my favorite.

Kill them with kindness.

Remember that idiotic question you asked me in the car? About what would happen when you can’t play soccer any longer?” He didn’t wait for any acknowledgment. “Nothing would happen. We would have a different adventure to go on. You are my best friend, my love, my playmate and my teammate. You’ll have a team with me wherever we are, with whatever we are playing.

when you have love, you find a way to make things work.

You and I fight, yes? It’s in our nature. I think you should get used to the idea.” The corners of his mouth tipped up just a bit. “Are we fine now?” he asked earnestly, expectantly.

I’m not crying.” “You are the worst liar I have ever met.” He moved to rub my shoulder. “Why are you upset?” Every time he asked, I somehow managed to cry harder, my body shaking more; there were actual noises coming out of me. “It’s stupid.” “More than likely, but tell me anyway,” he said in a gentle voice.

Someone who makes me laugh.” The twitching went into overdrive. “Are you making stuff up?” Because, really? Kulti laughing? Ha.

Don't ever do that to me again. I'm too young to die of a heart attack." (...) "I would say claiming you're too young is a bit debatable, don't you think?" The German tilted his head up and cursed something low and long in German. "You were brought to this planet to give me an ulcer, weren't you?

What was that saying? When life gives you lemons, go to a taco stand.

The problem with men, or males in general, that I’d discovered over the course of my life, was that they had huge mouths. I mean a whale shark has nothing on the average man with a couple of friends. Honestly.

If I couldn't stand up for what I believed in, then I wasn't the person I strived to be.

Someone told me I can’t take back what I’ve done, but what I do from now on is what matters. It seemed fitting.

Demented and out-of-his-freaking mind, but handsome nonetheless.

Life was about taking chances. Going for what you wanted so that you didn't get old and have pages of regrets. Sometimes you won and sometimes you lost, as much as I hated it.

When you love something you do whatever you need to do to protect it,

At some point, you just have to decide to be the best version of yourself, the one you can live with and look at the mirror day after day.

Dad… I… I don’t know. I don’t even know what to think about all of it. We’re in completely different leagues. I’m me; he’s him. It would never work.” He nodded, seriously. “I know. You’re too good for him, but I’ve taught you better than to be so conceited.

He annoyed me, but I was also annoyed with myself for letting his attitude bother me. All

He's difficult, isn't he?" "That's the understatement of a lifetime," I told Franz. "What a pain in the ass. I really don't know how someone hasn't killed him in cold blood yet.

I am the man that I am, and I have done things that I've done, to get me to you.

I came to the Pipers for you.

holyshitit’sKultistandingrightthere. Poop. He poops. He poops. Right. That was all I needed to snap out of it. I pictured an image of him sitting on the porcelain throne to remind me he was just a normal man with needs like everyone. I

I mentally stepped into my Big Girl Socks—the equivalent I’d been given as a kid instead of Big Girl Panties because my dad thought that was a creepy expression. “I’ll

I could play in front of thousands of people, but the instant cameras got within ten feet of me, I just shut down. I was like the Ricky Bobby of the WPL.

I hadn’t just backed up the toilet; I’d made the septic tank flood the house.

Destiny is a ladder, a series of steps that takes you where you're supposed to go.

You say that as if there were anyone else in this world I would want. You have no idea what I feel for you.” He blinked and spat out something I never would have expected. “There is no gray area for me where you’re concerned. I don’t share, and I expect nothing less from you.

We got out of the car and made our way toward the door inscribed with ‘Pins and Needles’ in classy simple font.

I would do anything for you.

I took my mental Big Girl Socks off and threw them on the floor. Fuck this motherfucker. If I would have had earrings on, I’d be taking those off and handing them to Harlow, too.

Tall and still in fantastic shape, my poor, stupid, stupid heart gave a little thump in recognition of an attractive man. Then I stomped it to death and reminded myself he was just a guy.

And this fucking frankfurter… I swallowed the fucking bratwurst bitch, sauerkraut shit, German pieceofshit Chocolate Cake insults, which were all throwing a party in my mouth. They each begged me to let them come out and play.

I could have been more and I could have been less, but I was just me. At some point, you just have to decide to be the best version of yourself, the one you can live with and look at in the mirror day after day.

Destiny is a ladder, a series of steps that takes you where you’re supposed to go. I am the man that I am, and I have done the things that I’ve done, to get me to you.

My poor heart didn’t know it could love so much.

the famous pooping German

His gaze was unflinching and solid. If someone could have light sabers in their eyes, it would be him.

There were people in life that cared about fixing what was broken and there were people who waited for someone else to resolve their problems. Usually, I liked to think that I went for the things that I wanted, but that didn’t mean I wanted to be the one to say something, especially not in this case.

I wasn’t going to let my fears get the best of me. I had this one life, and if I didn’t make the best of it, then what was the point?

Honest to god, I think I said something remarkably close to, “Ermghard.” What the hell did that even mean? I had no idea, but it seemedfitting.

No game is ‘just’ anything,” was the sharp, no-nonsense reply that came out of the sauerkraut’s mouth.

I gave him an ‘are you kidding me’ look that had him chuckling in response. “I want to see them.” “See what?” “Your chicken wings,” he deadpanned. I groaned. He took it to another level when he started squawking. “I’ve always known you were insane.” Dad snorted. “I thought you were a tiger, hija mia.” There

But hey, I had the best times during each sprint,” I added. His laugh was soft and possibly a little disappointed. “That’s my girl. Running every morning?” “Every morning and I’ve been swimming more.” I stopped talking when I heard a voice in the background. All I heard was my dad mumbling, “It’s Sal… you wanna talk to her?... Okay… Sal, your mom says hi.” “Tell her I said hi back.” “My daughter says hi… no, she’s mine. The other one is yours… Ha! No!... Sal are you mine or your mom’s?” he asked me. “I’m the milkman’s.” “I knew it!” He finally laughed with a deep pleased sigh. I was smiling like a total fool. “I love you too, old man.

Those big hands left my thighs and before I could wonder where they were going, they landed on my cheeks. In a split second, he tilted my face just slightly down and we were eye to eye, his breath on my face. Those amazing hazel eyes were closer than they’d ever been. Then he kissed me.

Dear Mr. Kulti, You are my favorite player. I play soccer 2 butt I'm not good like you are. Not yet. I practice all the time so 1 day I can be just like you or beter. I watch all of ur games so don't mess up. Ur #1 fan, Sal <3<3<3 P.S. Do u have a girl friend? P.P.S. Why don't u cut ur hair? "I was nineteen when that showed up to the club's offices. It was my third fan letter ever and the other two were topless pictures. That letter stayed in every locker I used for the nest ten years. It was the first thing I looked at before my games, and the first thing I saw after I played. I framed it and put it in my house in Meissen once it started to wear out. It's still there on the wall of my bedroom.

German dingle-berry,

Dear God. If that friendship continued, I'd probably have premature hair loss in no time.

A dream is just a wish without a plan.” After you hear it enough times, it grows on you and the older you get, the more you realize how true the words are. So

Life was about taking chances. Going for what you wanted so that you didn’t get old and have pages of regrets. Sometimes you won and sometimes you lost, as much as I hated it.

You are my best friend, my love, my playmate and my teammate. You'll have a team with me wherever we are, with whatever we are playing.

If I couldn’t stand up for what I believed in, then I wasn’t the person I strived to be.

Am I dying and I don’t know it?” I asked his chest. He sighed. “You better not be.” I pulled back and looked up at his face, completely unsure about what the hell had just happened. “Are you dying?” I blurted out. “No.” Kulti held that same serious expression that was so innate for him; I wasn’t sure what emotion he was feeling. “I’m sorry that I hurt your feelings. I only stepped away because Alejandro is… competitive. He wants what he can’t have. It was my mistake inviting him.” He glanced up quickly before looking back down and adding in a lowered voice, “I’m sorry for all the problems my presence has caused in your life. Soccer has given me everything, but it’s also taken away just as many things.” He gave me a sad determined look. “I don’t want it to take you away as well. You are the least shameful thing in my life, Sal. Understand?

This is what matters. You are my gift, my second chance, and I will cherish you and your dream. I will protect both of you. “I’ve been waiting, and I will keep on waiting until the time is right. You are my equal, my partner, my teammate, my best friend. I’ve done so many stupid things that you’ve made me regret—things I hope you will forgive me for and look beyond— but this, waiting a little longer for the love of my life, I can do.

I managed to suck in a tiny breath and aim a smirk at him. “Can I give you another hug or is that over your daily allowance?” The German shook his head. “Have I told you that you remind me of a splinter I can’t remove? You’re incredibly annoying.

Dad… I… I don’t know. I don’t even know what to think about all of it. We’re in completely different leagues. I’m me; he’s him. It would never work.” He nodded, seriously. “I know. You’re too good for him, but I’ve taught you better than to be so conceited.

At some point, you just have to decide to be the best version of yourself, the one you can live with and look at in the mirror day after day.

All right. “You know your reputation is just what everyone else thinks of you, your character is what you really are.

Why do you look like you just found out that Kulti guy got married again?

Como estas?” He fell into that quick, soft accented Spanish that was a little foreign to me.

Trust me; i've had the urge to punch you in the face a time or five.

You make it sound like I hit up retirement homes for dates. Those men are probably only a couple years older than you are, so think about that, creaky knees.

Gardner led practices with the assistance of the fitness coach and one of the other assistants while the infamous frankfurter did what he always did: a whole bunch of nothing.

You are my gift, my second chance, and I will cherish you and your dream.

You’re a better person than I am, and I haven’t loved anything the way that I love you, schnecke. I would say we’re tied,” he argued. His smile was gentle, his skin bright and flushed.

I wanted to wait until the season was over. I didn’t want to rush you. A few months are nothing compared to the rest of my life, schnecke.” Kulti nodded, his eyebrows hitching up a quarter of an inch as recognition hit me. “You have no idea what the day of your concussion did to me.

His face tipped down as his expression turned grave. “I thought your neck was broken. It was the most frightening thing I have ever experienced. Franz called and asked how my schnecke was doing.

couple of days, and it framed his face perfectly, really making his eyes pop. “Do you trust me?” Did I trust him? My head jerked back a little and my eyebrows went up. I better be able to. “Yes.” His nostrils flared as his chin tipped down. He resembled the man I’d admired on the field for so long. “Let’s talk to Cordero.

I’ve been waiting every day of my life for you. Your honesty, your loyalty,” he punctuated each of my traits with a kiss to a different part of my face that had me grinning like a freaking fool. “Your competitiveness, your fierceness, your kindness and this body… I would do anything for you. Lie, cheat and steal. There is nothing I wouldn’t do. Understand?

Is the idea of a relationship with me that distasteful? You don't find me attractive? You like older men, you told me so. I'm only twelve--thirteen--years older than you." I found myself scratching my cheek. "You are attractive. You're very attractive and you know it, you conceited bastard.

You’re one of the best I’ve ever seen, period, man or woman. What kills me is that you are a complete fucking pushover who’s hung up on worthless words in front of a person that doesn’t matter.” His cheeks were flushed. “Grow some balls, Casillas. Fight me for this. Fight anyone that tries to take this away from you,” he urged.

No, it’s not. We’re friends. You said I was your best friend, remember? You can love me but not be in—“ I couldn’t say it. I shut my mouth and gave him an exasperated look. “I can and I am. When you love something you do whatever you need to do to protect it, isn’t that right?” He tilted his face down, making sure our eyes were meeting.

Or use their stem cells to lengthen his life.

I've been waiting every day of my life for you.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little bit terrified. The fact was, I could either let my fear of the unknown make me a victim, or take control of my career. There wasn't really a choice in the matter. You don't get to live your dreams by waiting around for someone to hand them to you. Or at the very least, you hold on to them for dear life when others try and take them away.

He was hugging me. Dear God, Reiner Kulti was hugging the shit out of me. "Hug me back" the accented voice demanded from up above. "Am I dying and I don't know it?" "You better not be." "Are you dying?" "No. (...) I'm sorry for all the problems my presence has caused in your life. Soccer has given me everything, but it's also taken away just as many things. I don't want it to take you away as well. You are the least shameful thing in my life, Sal. Understand?

Dear Mr. Kulti, You are my favorite player. I play soccer 2 butt I'm not good like you are. Not yet. I practice all the time so 1 day I can be just like you or beter. I watch all of ur games so don't mess up. Ur #1 fan, Sal <3 <3 <3 P.S. Do u have a girl friend? P.P.S.. Why don't u cut ur hair?

I've been waiting, and I will keep on waiting until the time is right. You are my equal, my partner, my teammate, my best friend. I've done so many stupid things that you've made me regret - things I hope you will forgive me for and look beyond - but this, waiting a little longer for the love of my life, I can do.