Layla Colleen Hoover Quotes

It’s been proven that people who read live longer. Are you trying to die young?

I keep running back to the starting line because I don’t want to be finished with you.

It’s better to be a selfless somebody than to be a selfish nobody.

Perhaps what we desire can sometimes be so strong it overpowers our fate.

Falling in love with her was weightless, like air was breezing through my bones. Falling out of love is fucking heavy, like my lungs are carved from iron.

I’d feel nothing if you punched me in the heart I’d feel even less if you stabbed me with a knife But I didn’t fall out of love with you I fell out of love with life

Layla is my soul mate in every realm of life.

The only thing Layla did wrong is fall in love with me.

It was like someone let all the air back into my life when I had no idea I was even suffocating.

The supernatural is the natural not yet understood. —Elbert Hubbard

I love you, Layla. That love doesn’t fluctuate with numbers on a scale.

Every single second with her felt like an awakening. Like I’d never really opened my eyes until she came along. I was blind but now I see.

Minutes feel like they matter more when they’re spent with her.

I want her so much I’ll be the Romeo to her Juliet and take whatever the hell kind of poison she wants to put on my tongue right now.

There’s no better feeling than being loved for who you are rather than for what you’re worth.

I much prefer the idea of going all in. I’ve always wanted someone I could instantly click with and then just fucking drown in.

Sometimes, when I look at Layla, I wish she were Willow.

I can’t be the Band-Aid for her wounds. I need to be what helps them heal.

because no matter how beautiful she was, her insecurity was the loudest thing about her.

So much has happened since then. I’ve changed as a person in more ways than one. That happens when you’re forced to take another person’s life.

I wonder what happened in my childhood that makes me take on so much guilt; even when I'm not responsible for whatever is wrong.

Layla carries herself with a confidence that would be attractive no matter what she looked like.

It’s interesting how much a person’s belief system can be changed by things in this world that can’t be explained. Hell, not just my belief system, but my morals.

Is it fair to assume this continued because you started to develop feelings for Willow?” I can’t even say yes out loud. Instead, I just nod.

should we just pack up and leave before every line I’ve already crossed becomes a wall so high we can’t climb over?

I think about the idiots in scary movies that never run when they should, but I empathize with them now. The need to disprove the thing that’s scary is greater than the need to run from the potential harm it might bring.

I look over at my laptop, which is sitting on top of the piano. It’s opening. My Word document pulls up. Letters are being typed into the Word document. W . . . i . . . l . . . l . . . o . . . w . . .

Like I’d never really opened my eyes until she came along. I was blind but now I see.

I asked her what the anxiety felt like. She said, “It’s like a shiver running through my blood.

Is this even worth it? Are answers for me and for Willow worth what I’m putting Layla through?

Did you know eleven in the morning is the deadliest time of day?

I look forward to these moments with Willow more than I look forward to time with Layla. What does that say about me?

I showed up rich while feeling poor I didn’t knock but they opened the door Throwing stones, they pierce my eye Leave tiny cracks all down my spine We were royalty without a throne Our castle didn’t feel like home Echoes of “I love you” in the halls Our words absorbed into the walls I checked us in so we couldn’t leave Thought maybe time would make me believe If I took us back to the starting line We’d never cross the finish line My hands may not be red But my heart, it feels the bleed If my soul had a neon sign It would read No Vacancy If my soul had a neon sign It would read No Vacancy

I can’t help it when my eyes wander down her body—but it’s hard not to be enthralled by the fact that it’s not her body, yet she makes it her own somehow. Her strides are longer, her shoulders set farther back when she walks. She even holds her head differently.

Concern might be the only difference between liking someone and loving someone.

I ate a strand of Layla’s hair this morning.

I’m no longer that same idiot. I’ve matured in the last two minutes. I’ve come to my senses.

What if you don't like my music?" I ask. "Will you still let me kiss you?" She smiles gently. "Does the song mean something to you?" "I wrote it using pieces of my soul." "Then you have nothing to worry about," she says quietly.

Most people are predictable. Every word and action from Layla is like being handed a gift-wrapped surprise.

It’s like I live inside my own head now more than I live in reality.

Tacos can excuse a lot of bad decisions, but I’m not sure they’re worthy enough to excuse a possession.

Imagine what heaven is like. The incessant positivity, the smiles, the lack of sin. The thought of living eternally in a place full of people who spent their lives spouting off inspirational quotes sounds way more depressing to me than if it all just ends with death.

It became one of the things that irritated me about her because no matter how beautiful she was, her insecurity was the loudest thing about her.

I binge-watched every season of Seinfeld when I was fifteen and came out of it believing that Jerry was right—there’s something annoying about every single human on this planet.

You told me you read e-books because paperbacks take up too much space in your luggage.

I’ve always wanted someone I could instantly click with and then just fucking drown in.

If you're destined to be poor, it's better to be the happy kind of poor.

There's something annoying about every single human on this planet.

We always think that when we’re in it. But then someone new comes along, and we forget how good we thought it was before, and the cycle starts all over again.

It’s become our nightly routine. She stresses out. I soothe her. We make love.

There are moments when I forget that Willow isn’t Layla while she’s using her body. I can’t react with her how I would react with Layla. But it’s instinctual for me to just want to grab her hand, or kiss her. But then I remember she’s not the girl I’m in love with, and it’s confusing.

She raises an eyebrow. “You know what would be even weirder?” “What?” “If another ghost showed up,” she says, grinning. “Then there would be a ghost watching a ghost watch Ghost while in someone else’s body.

I wrap my arms around her and I hug her. It’s the first hug I’ve given her lately that hasn’t felt forced, but I am so relieved. She’s giving me an extra week here, which means I get to see Willow again. And owning this place will give me more time to help Willow. Maybe. After my actions today, there’s a chance Willow may never speak to me again.

Several things happened over the course of the next couple of days that left me questioning whether or not I was going crazy.” “What kind of things?” “Things that would have sent anyone else out the front door without a second thought.

Think of it like this,” she says. “The womb is one existence. As a fetus, we didn’t remember life before the womb, and we had no idea if there would be life after the womb. All we knew was the womb. But then we were born, and we left the womb and came into our current realm of existence. And now we can’t remember being in the womb before this life, and we have no idea what comes after this life. And when our current life ends, we’ll be in a different realm altogether, where we might not remember this realm of existence, just like we don’t recall being in the womb. It’s just different realms. One after the other after the other. Some we know for a fact exist. Some we only believe exist. There could be realms of existence we’ve never even entertained the idea of. They could be endless. I don’t think we ever really die.

I follow behind her and watch as she takes a knife out of the butcher block and spins around, waving it wildly at me. “Let. Me. Leave.” Her voice is low and threatening, but it’s also trembling. “Put the knife down,” I plead. “I’ll put it down when I’m in the car.” I shake my head. “I can’t let you leave, Layla.” “You can’t make me stay!” she screams. “Why are you trying to make me stay?” She covers her mouth with her hand to stifle a sob, but she keeps the knife up, pointed in my direction. “Something is happening to us, Leeds. You’re going crazy. Or maybe it’s me, I don’t know, but it’s this house and we need to get out. Please.

Perhaps what we desire can sometimes be so strong it overpowers our fate

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She’s still a terrible dancer. It was the first thing I noticed about her . . . and it’s the absolute last thing I would ever want to change.

no matter how beautiful she was, her insecurity was the loudest thing about her.

I placed two layers of duct tape over Layla’s mouth before I came downstairs, but I can still hear her muffled screams as the detective takes a seat at the table.

As soon as I’m finished typing the email, I move the cursor to send, but before I click it, my laptop slams shut—right on top of my hands. What the fuck?

There could be realms of existence we’ve never even entertained the idea of. They could be endless. I don’t think we ever really die.

One of the piano keys just played. It was so loud I recognized exactly which key it was that made the noise. Middle C.

I’m sorry I scared you.

The internet is fucking brutal.

At this point, I've all but given up. There's no light at the end of this tunnel. I'm not sure there's an end to this tunnel.

It’s like all her resilience is buried beneath layers of scar tissue now.

I’d kill for a taco right now,” she says.

Did you know eleven in the morning is the deadliest time of day?” That makes me laugh. “Is that a fact?” She nods. “I learned that in college. More

I don't pretend to know what it's like, dealing with anxiety. She tried to explain it to me last week. I asked her what the anxiety felt like. She said, "It's like a shiver running through my blood.

I thought for sure she was the one. I felt it in my bones. Now all I feel is remorse, because it wasn’t until ten seconds ago that I realized I’ve already moved on to another cycle. I’ve moved on to Willow.

Falling in love with her was weightless, like air was breezing through my bones. Falling out of love is fucking heavy, like my lungs are carved from iron,

The supernatural is the natural not yet understood.

He has the kind of old recorder you’d see in a movie from the eighties.

But how many things have to happen before they can no longer be explained?

I've always wanted someone i could instantly click with and then just fucking drown in

There's no better feeling than being loved for who you are rather than for what you're worth

I can't be the Band-Aid for her wounds. I need to be what helps them heal

It’s like every nerve ending grew a nerve ending. I feel everything with double the magnitude.

There could be realms of existence we’ve never even entertained the idea of. They could be endless. I don’t think we ever really die.” Her

It’s better to be poor and fulfilled than . . . poor and empty.

I asked her what the anxiety felt like. She said 'it's like a shiver running through my blood

You're being selfish by keeping your songs to yourself. It's better to be a selfless somebody than to be a selfish nobody

Falling in love with her was weightless, like air was breezing through my bones Falling out of love is fucking heavy, like my lungs are carved from iron

I binge-watched every season of Seinfeld when I was fifteen and came out of it believing that Jerry was right—there’s something annoying about every single human on this planet. Annoying enough to make relationships seem like torture.

I knew I wanted to marry you the first night we met. I had never felt more connected to someone like I did to you.

Maybe

I grab our wet clothes and follow her out of the room and up the stairs. She doesn’t exactly invite me to her room, but I can tell she’s expecting me to follow her because she’s talking as she walks up the steps.

I didn’t know brutal honesty was sexy until tonight.

Her thoughts are as sporadic and intense as her actions. I think that’s why I’m so intrigued by her.

I’m massaging conditioner into her hair, asking her questions I normally wouldn’t ask a girl after a one-night stand. There’s just so much about her I want to know.

Chad Kyle.

Leeds. It’s been proven that people who read live longer. Are you trying to die young?

The fact that you read is sexy.

I’m not a cynic when it comes to love, but I’ve only been in a couple of relationships. I figured love would find me in my late thirties, when I was bored of travel and bored of life.

but it feels surprisingly good to have someone in my life who makes me feel like my art is worth consuming.

I am not sick of you. I’m in love with you.

A lot was taken from her because of me. Months of her life. Her confidence. Her security. She was left with anxiety, dependency issues, night terrors, panic attacks, memory loss. The carefree and confident girl I fell in love with no longer sits next to me. Instead, I sit next to a girl who seems like she’s fighting not to crawl out of the skin she’s in.

But mostly, I miss just being myself around her. Lately, I feel like I’ve been inching away from the person I was so that I can become the person she now needs.