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

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

Layla is my soul mate in every realm of life.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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 . . .

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

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

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

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

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 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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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 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?

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

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

I’m sorry I scared you.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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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.

You’d be happier playing your own music, even if you don’t make money from it.” She kisses me, but only briefly before pulling back. “Get a job you can tolerate. Release your music on the side. It’s better to be poor and fulfilled than . . . poor and empty. I was gonna say rich and empty, but I don’t think you’re rich, or you wouldn’t be playing for that band.

You used to hate my sandwiches.” She shrugs. “People change,” she says between bites. “You also used to be a loving boyfriend who didn’t hold me hostage, but look at you now.

It’s the worst catch-22 imaginable.

There’s definitely some deceit going on here—I’m fully aware of that. But it’s hard to know where to draw the line when the lines aren’t even in the same world.

There’s blood pooling beneath her shoulder. In her hair. I immediately drop to my knees and lift her head.

After she covered me up, her eyes moved straight to the security camera in the Grand Room.

Chad pissed the bed.

If your need to speak to me makes you act on impulse like that, I’m not sure it’s such a good idea we do this anymore.

This life and whatever comes after it are more than we can comprehend, so we don’t even try. All we can do is appreciate that we figured out how to get a second chance together. And with that second chance, we’re doing everything we can to make sure we don’t need a third.

Not really. 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.

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

Willow and I have grown comfortable with one another . . . to the point that I’m starting to prefer her company over Layla’s.

Willow is Sable,

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 I study the lyrics, convinced I’ve never written truer words.

But most of all, thank you to you, the reader, for reading this book. This year has proven to be a challenging one for the world, so thank you for continuing to turn to art for comfort.

But eating her hair was nothing more than a slightly creepy last-ditch effort on my part to try and absolve myself from all the guilt. I dreamt that swallowing a piece of her hair tethered us together somehow, eliminating any fear that we might someday grow apart because of everything that happened. So, when I woke up, I plucked a strand from her head while she slept and put it in my mouth.

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.

It’s like reading a book. How you can read an entire page before you realize you didn’t process any of what you read because your thoughts were somewhere else entirely.

Besser ein selbstloser Jemand als ein selbstsüchtiger Niemand.

Ich begreife plötzlich, was in dem Begriff 'Fürsorge' alles drinsteckt. Ich will, dass es Layla immer gut geht, will für sie da sein. Vielleicht macht das ja den Unterschied zwischen 'mögen' und 'lieben' aus.

Ich war blind, aber jetzt sehe ich.

Wie schnell - oder eben nicht - man morgens aus dem Bett kommt, ist immer ein gutes Indiz dafür, wie es einem aktuell im Leben so geht.

Vielleicht kann das Wollen, wenn es stark genug ist, die Pläne des Schicksals durchkreuzen.

...in den letzten Wochen habe ich gelernt, dass es manchmal genügt, sich das Unvorstellbare vorzustellen, um es glauben zu können.

Wenn Layla und ich aus dem, was wir durchgemacht haben, eins mitgenommen haben, dann die Gewissheit, dass es keine Gewissheiten gibt.

I reflect on her question for a moment and realize there’s no one I’d take a bullet for other than my mom.

I play electric bass. The underrated, invisible instrument that’s usually held by the invisible member of the band—the one that fades into the background of each song. I don’t mind fading into the background, though. Maybe that’s why I prefer electric bass over anything else.

I sit next to a girl who seems like she’s fighting not to crawl out of the skin she’s in.

You’re okay with me using Layla again?