Lyla Sage Quotes

Sugar, you deserve to go out on your own terms. Just because you got dusted doesn’t mean you’re done.

You're the moon and I’m the tides. You pull me in without even trying, and I come to you willingly. I always will.

if you don’t like the road you’re on, you can always pave a new one.

Emmy was worth the wait. I’d been waiting thirty-two years for her without even knowing it, and she’d been right in front of me the whole time.

When it came to Emmy, I was playing with fire, but I would happily walk into the flames for her. And I’d have a smile on my face the whole damn time.

Some love stories burn hot and fast, but you two are more low and slow,” she said. “It’s a strong and steady kind of love.

I don’t have much to offer,” he went on softly. “Just a quiet life with a grumpy man from a small town, but I can promise to love you every day.

I couldn’t believe the universe was so big, and I got placed on this random floating rock at the same time as Clementine Ryder.

If you like who you are, why is it so hard to believe other people do too?

I see you, Ada. I always see you, even when you won’t look at me.

I followed my dreams, and they led me back to you.

I’ll love you until we’re dust, Camille Ashwood.

I took a pull of the whiskey before setting the bottle on my desk, but I didn’t swallow. I leaned into Emmy, my hand on her throat still keeping her pinned to my office door, and spit the whiskey in her mouth.

At his core, Weston Ryder was gentle, and I thought that was the best thing that a man could be.

Sometimes, it was just easier for me to live under the piles rather than face what might be in them. It wasn’t logical, but my brain didn’t really work normally.

It was a beautiful thing to watch your best friend be loved in the way you know she deserves.

Emmy Ryder might have been in like with me, but it was then that I knew I was falling in love with her.

You say you're not nice, or warm, or bright, or any of these other stupid fucking words that people use to describe the sun, but I never asked you to be the sun. I would rather have the moon anyway.

Life had begun to feel bittersweet, and I was getting all of the bitter and everyone else was getting the sweet.

There’s a reason that rearview mirrors are small and windshields are big.

I used to be fearless. Until I met Ada Hart. Now I had something that I was terrified to lose.

The bravest thing you can do when you love someone is work hard to keep them—to hold on to them with everything you’ve got—and even when you loosen your grip, you don’t let go.

And Emmy wasn’t just pretty. She was extraordinary.

God, he was so gentle — so comforting. He talked to me the way people talk to plants when they want them to grow.

When you're treated a certain way for so long, you start to believe that's how you should be treated. It left me feeling like there wasn't anything about me that someone could love.

Wes?” I called. “Yeah?” “You didn’t ask me why I came home.” “I don’t care why you’re here, only that you are.

She fit in my arms like she was made for them. I’d like to think she was.

As far as friends went, I didn’t really have any–not because I didn’t want them, but because making friends as an adult is hard. Honestly, I enjoyed solitute, but there’s a difference between that and being lonely.

We balanced each other out in a weird way. And the truth was, I’d rather fight with Teddy than be happy with anyone else.

You know, if you don’t like the road you’re on, you can always pave a new one.

It was hard to breathe, but not because I was panicking. It was because this man had quite literally taken my breath away.

But depression wasn't a logical disease. It was an unexpected cold front in the middle of July.

Ada wasn’t just “on my mind,” she was in it — in every nook and cranny.

You are earnest and talented, tenacious and funny. I would never insult you by calling you something as generic as nice.

And your family is my family, Emmy, so even if you weren’t in my bar, you would be my business. You’ve always been my business, and you’ll always be my business.

Clementine Ryder and Theodora Andersen are written in the stars,” I said with a chuckle. “Doesn’t get more cosmic than that.

I’d spent the past few years trying to be something, and there was something about Emmy that made me believe I could get there.

He was just so…grumpy. Men who are that good-looking should not be allowed to be such assholes. It was false advertising.

There was something in her eyes I hadn’t realized was missing when I’d looked at her before: fire. I started walking toward her, unable to help myself, ready to get burned.

She was Meadowlark’s sweetheart, a giant pain in the ass, and my best friend’s little sister.

I would never have to wonder what it was like to be loved, because Weston Ryder would love me all the way.

The little things are the big things, Ada. They're the things all the big things are made of I might not know you all the way, but I want to, and I'm just asking you to give me a chance to do that.

I know being diagnosed with ADHD looks different for all of us, but if you’ve ever had a hard time explaining why you leave literally everything until the last minute, why you feel out of control, why your tongue feels like it doesn’t belong in in your mouth when the music is too loud, or any of the countless other things we feel that are apart of ADHD, you might see yourself in Done and Dusted.

We traded stories and anecdotes, and I carefully added new pieces of Wes to my growing collection of things about him that I was holding close to my heart.

Hey, pornstache. Nice of you to join us.

You are many things, August Ryder, and some of those things aren’t great, I’ll be honest,” I said. “But a bad father isn’t one of them.

My dad was like a river, steady and strong.

Something about her just felt different. It felt good. I wanted to know where it could go, where we could go.

I leaned into Emmy, my hand on her throat still keeping her pinned to my office door, and spit the whiskey in her mouth.

I’ll love you until we’re dust in the wind, Camille Ashwood.

Roll with the punches, Teddy Andersen. And punch back if you need to,

I was grieving all of the parts of myself that I lost or gave up in the name of comfort because I would rather have been comfortable than happy. I chose to prioritize my false sense of security instead of me.

You know, if you don’t like the road you’re on, you can always pave a new one.” “Who said that? Robert Frost?” Brooks smiled and shook his head. “Dolly Parton,” he responded. “Ah, God herself,” I said with a laugh.

Warning: Dimples may appear and cause panty-dropping.

Have I finally figured out how to get you to shut up?” he said. “Just gotta tell you that I’m madly in love with you, and I’ll get a little peace?

Yes. We need to make sure I get the present I wanted.” “And what’s that?” “Watching Luke Brooks fall to his knees the minute he sees you.

I kept an eye on Emmy throughout the night. Not in a creepy way–just in a “I really like you and think you’re the most beautiful woman alive” way.

Emmy never asks for anything. She just puts her head down and deals with things in the only way she knows how, by kicking shit around in her own brain. But she asked for you.

Today, I saw the only thing in my life I ever thought was prettier than Rebel Blue, and that was Emmy.

I need you to know that. Leaving this little house doesn’t mean you’re leaving me behind. It just means you’ve got something—or someone—worth chasing.

I love you madly and deeply. I love you in ways that people don’t believe exist in real life. I love you for who you’ve been and who you are and who you’re going to be, Ash.

I wanted to be prepared…just in case I ever got to go with you.” “You mean in case I ever forced you to come with me?” Dusty shook his head. “No. You’re a privilege, Cam. Being in your presence is a goddamn honor.

But as I was walking out, I heard Teddy say, “So when’s the last time you were arrested?” “Never?” Riley said. “Well, tomorrow you’re going to say yesterday,” Teddy said. “Lucky you’re mom’s a lawyer.” Jesus Christ, what had I done?

Seriously, Emmy. It’s okay to invite a little positive chaos into your world.

Thank you,” he continued, “for taking care of my baby girl.” “She can take care of herself,” I said. “I know she can, but you made sure she didn’t have to do it alone.

I knew what she looked like when she was mad, and it wasn't how she looked right now. She looked calm. Comfortable. I liked that she looked that way while she was with me.

Honestly, I didn't think I'd be able to stay away from her, no matter how hard I tried. Emmy Ryder was just...more. She was more than anyone was, or than anyone would ever be.

He was like the sun. No matter what, he would keep coming up.

Some days I wasn’t very proud to be me, but I was always proud to be my dad’s son.

I’ve got you, Teddy baby.

August Ryder,” I breathed as I sat up. “Are you offering me a mustache ride?” Gus smoothed two of his fingers over his mustache and said, “Saddle up, baby.

Luke is my fiancé, my partner, my everything. But you’re my soulmate, Teddy Andersen, and I’m the luckiest girl in the world because of it.

It was hard to feel good enough when you never celebrated what you’d achieved.

When she’s in my head, I can keep her safe.

My cowboy.

A mark on your heart and soul that refuses to fade, no matter how much time passes or how much you think you've changed.

I smiled, fighting the urge to bring up Cam's pickle theory. She used to say that any successful relationship had a pickle lover and a pickle hater.

When I felt her relax against me, I felt like I was holding the world.

He was beautiful. He always had been, but beautiful things can be dangerous, too.

But, god, you are everything to me. You always have been, you always will be.

You know,” I said, “there are very few things that a mid-range chain restaurant can’t fix—especially one with chips and salsa and a sizzling fajita situation.

As she did, she pointed a finger at my chest and said, “What’s that?” I looked down, and she moved her finger up to flick me in the nose. Damn it. I fell for that every fucking time.

I'd been awake since half past four, so I'd been waiting for her to wake up for almost an hour. At this point, I was pretty sure I'd been waiting for her my whole life, so an hour was easy.

I can see you’re confused.” He stepped closer to me. “So let me break this down for you: I fucking adore you, Ada. You are, without a doubt, the most brilliant and purposeful woman that I’ve ever met, and I would be the stupidest man alive if I let something as stupid and surmountable as distance take you away from me.

It’s okay to love her, Gus. It’s okay to want her. It’s okay to want. You have so much love to give, Gus. I see it in the way that you love our daughter and in the way you care for your family—me included—and I just want you to have someone who can love you back the same way.

And Teddy—our lion—might be the only person I know who loves as fiercely as you do.” Cam was speaking to a part of me that most people didn’t know existed—the part that desperately wanted to love and be loved.

I couldn’t help but think that the last time I accepted help—it got me Teddy. Maybe that meant good things could come from realizing you can’t do it all on your own. Because, surprisingly, Teddy Andersen was turning out to be a damn good thing.

Dusty was my first everything, but not in just a first love way. He was my first real friend. He was the first person who cared enough to get to know me, who peeled back the layers I had drawn around myself and liked what they saw. He made me want to like myself, too.

because in the morning, the neon glow would be gone, and Clementine Ryder would look like my best friend’s little sister again. Hopefully.

My dad was a Ford man. Personally, I had my issues with the guy who created the forty-hour work week, but that was neither here nor there.

Guess what? There wasn’t any piece of Emmy I didn’t like. I was so fucked.

If giving me shit made her smile like that, I'd have no choice but to let her do it as often as she wanted.

I don't think I've ever seen you all worked up over a girl. She must be special.” “She is,” I said without hesitating. Emmy was everything.

Thank you for coming with me, Emmy.” “I'd go anywhere with you.

You don't even know me.” “I know that your feet and hands are always cold no matter the weather. I know that you prefer to wake up early on the weekends because you would rather take a nap in the afternoon than sleep in. I know you love sour candy and hate repeating yourself. I know you're always on time, and I know you're lying about hating country music. I know you.” “No, you don't. Those are all little things. Tiny things.” “The little things are the big things, Ada. They're the things all the big things are made of. I might not know you al the way, but I want to, and I'm just asking you to give me a chance to do that.

She asked for you.” Teddy shrugged. “Emmy never asks for anything. She just puts her head down and deals with things in the only way she knows how, by kicking shit around in her own brain. But she asked for you.

white tank top, currently covered by my beloved shearling-lined denim jacket, and a black satin skirt from Teddy’s closet. The slit went a little higher than I was used to—right above mid-thigh—but I loved the way it made me feel. Sultry. I was wearing black cowboy boots that should never be within a ten-foot radius of a horse, but they were perfect for a night at the bar.

But depression wasn’t a logical disease. It was an unexpected cold front in the middle of July. It was impossible to predict, which meant that I spent much of my time worrying about when the other shoe was going to drop. Not if, but when I would sink into another dark hole and have to decide to claw my way out of it. Even when I was happy, I was thinking about when I wouldn’t be.

You’ve gotta stop squaring up with men who look like they eat raw eggs for breakfast, Theodora.” This wasn’t the first time I’d watched Teddy get in a man’s face—I wasn’t sure she had any sense of self-preservation—but it was the first time I’d been worried that she might get hurt. She rolled her eyes. “Why?” “Because it’ll be embarrassing when they lose.” That pulled a smile out of her. I didn’t get a lot of smiles from Teddy. We didn’t get along very well, but damn, she was pretty.

The main character in Done and Dusted is named Emmy. Emmy and I don’t have that much in common, but like me, Emmy, has ADHD. The differences in the way our brains work can be subtle, but it doesn’t mean that they don’t exist or make an impact on the way we live our lives. I know being diagnosed with ADHD looks different for all of us, but if you’ve ever had a hard time explaining why you leave literally everything until the last minute, why you feel out of control, why your tongue feels like it doesn’t belong in in your mouth when the music is too loud, or any of the countless other things we feel that are apart of ADHD, you might see yourself in Done and Dusted. Emmy and I are right there with you. Happy reading, Lyla