Mcintyre Quotes

I'm blown away by how happy you make me. Thank you for being there for me when I'm stupid enough to think I'd rather be alone.

Sometimes those who give the most are the ones with the least to spare.

The people you love most are the ones who hold the power to hurt you so completely.

I never thought I could love someone so much, but sometimes never is a distorted perception, because I continuously find myself falling deeper in love with her every day.

I don’t know why you’re laughing, Miss Thing,” Nick said, turning his gaze to me. “You still fantasize over Joe McIntyre like you are thirteen years old!” “Oh, I own my obsession. If Joey Joe were here right now, I’d break him. I have no shame.

The place doesn't matter. It's the person. It's you and it's me. That's the important part. I happen to love where I am. In your bed that smells like you, surrounded by the things that make you you.

It’s funny how some things are just words until one day, it happens to you, and it’s like an epiphany.

I smirk at her and let my eyes graze over her body."I don't know how to be friends with someone I'm attracted to.

Mason Patel is my counterpart. He is the eraser to my chalk. The milk to my cereal. The chocolate to my peanut butter. We were made for each other in cookie heaven.

Does it scare you? That you might love someone that much someday, just to lose them too?" "Yes," I confess, "I've been scared since the first time I saw you.

You ever been in a fight?" he asked. "Not a proper fight...I got detention for kicking Shelly Walker in the butt with my muddy boot when I was in fourth grade." Flynn laughed. "What'd she do to deserve it?" She smiled down at her hand. "I think she badmouthed Joey McIntyre or something. I was a hardcore New Kids fan." Flynn made an amused, judging face. "I hope it was worth it." "Oh yes. Nobody puts Joey Mac down and gets away with it.

We are seeds as well as parasites to the earth. We can either give or take, depending on our perception of growth.

You can love someone, hell, you can love a lot of someones, but when you find the right person--the one that you're meant to be with--it's like..." "You can breathe for the first time," she finishes for me. "Yes." I cant help but smile.I needed to find that to understand." And you have," She says softly."Lucy." "Lucy," I agree.

Everyone should have someone that cares.Someone that doesn't give up on them.Someone to always care what they're doing.Right at this moment,I make it my goal to be that someone for Park.

You’re related to her?” I hear Mason say through the door. Then he laughs loudly. He has a great laugh. “Your name is Guy Love?” He barks out a laugh, louder this time. “Ironic, isn’t it?

Nothing of worth is simple.

I love you.' 'I love you too.' She never misses an opportunity to say it. You never know when you can run out of chances.

You and me, Lucy, we're like a fire: Hot and unpredictable, scary and mesmerizing all at once.We started with a spark and before i knew it,I was consumed.I love the way you burn me up from the inside out.

I’m done counting days. Now because of you I’m making the days count.

You've turned my wounds into wisdom. Teaching me to learn from my mistakes. Which ones were mine and which were out of my control.

It's a damn good thing you're so pretty, honey, because sometimes, you're really quite stupid.

You know how to steer a yacht?" Mr. McIntyre asked Ian worriedly. "I was born knowing how to steer a yacht," Ian said. Then a stricken look came over his face. "But–do you suppose Jonah prepaid the full amount for renting this? Once my dad hears what Natalie and I did, he'll cancel our credit cards." "You mean we're...we're poor now?" Natalie gasped. "Penniless," Ian said grimly. "Actually," Mr. McIntyre said, "I should have mentioned this before the others left. Grace had an addendum to her will regarding everyone who made it through the gauntlet. There were eight of you–you will all receive double the amount you turned down to get the first clue." "It was a million dollars originally," Ian said. "So Natalie and I each get two million dollars? I suppose we could live on that." Natalie beamed. "That is such a relief!" she said. "Being poor wasn't quite as bad as I thought it would be, but still–" "You were only poor for about two seconds!" Dan protested, rolling his eyes.

I'm done counting days. Now because of you I'm making the days count.

Shape me, mold, manufacture me, and tell me that I'm beautiful.

There are always lessons. Alexandra could hear her grandmother's voice. Life would be nothing more than random acts if we didn't have the lessons. Ignoring them is what makes senseless tragedies, senseless.

McIntyre hesitated, and for a moment the tall, gray-haired man looked almost boyish. "After all this time...don't you think you could call me William?" Amy and Dan exchanged glances. As fond as they were of him, they couldn't imagine calling their lawyer by his first name. He saw the hesitation on their faces. "Will?" Amy cleared her throat. Dan fiddled with the new GPS. "How about 'Mac'?" "Mac," Dan said, trying out the name. Mr. McIntyre looked wistful. "I always wanted to be a Mac.

She cries harder and I know I should hug her, comfort her in some way, but I'm selfishly counting the pieces of my heart that lie on the floor around me. One for every touch. One for every kiss. One for every time I told him I loved him. One for every time he told me.

You’re not supposed to go anywhere. Jenny said you’re grounded for getting superended.” I snort. “Damn, Hope,” Guy sings. “You got superended? I think we need to drop the p in your name ‘cause you is a hoe.

Sometimes I think my veins run with poison. We’re all slowly dying, right? From the moment we’re born, our time dwindles away. Like some countdown we’re not privy to. We can die at any moment.

He knew too well the sting of loneliness and how over time it stole you away, piece by piece, until a mere shell remained.

Fine, fine, I’ll indulge in this ‘socializing’ thing you always rave about.

I have enough scars. I do not have enough scars.

What would happen if I cut there? Right across my face where everyone could see. Everyone would know. Maybe someone would finally stop me.

I'm afraid that if I let myself feel this way I do about you, ugh, I'm so afraid you'll realize what I am, and you'll walk away. And it'll hurt me.

Ironically, I am reliably informed that Michael McIntyre doesn't actually have a "man drawer", and invented the concept in order to ridicule ordinary people, for whom he has nothing but haughty contempt.

Does it scare you? That you might love someone that much someday, just to lose them too?" "Yes," I confess, "I've been scared since the first time I saw you.

She takes deliberately slow steps toward me and I'm a second away from dropping at her feet. This girl is a goddess and I am her slave.

Despite the cold chill, she burned inside with a hunger she didn’t want to dismiss. Not tonight.

The cherries on the ends of our cigarettes burned a bright orange against the surrounding shadows, like the stirring of embers, waiting for the phoenix to rise.

I suppose a body gets used to laying under a sheet at night and when it doesn’t feel the familiar weight of fabric pressing down over it, it can suddenly feel exceedingly unnatural.

You're not supposed to go anywhere. Jenny said you're grounded for getting suspended." I snort. "Damn, Hope," Guy sings. "You got suspended? I think we need to drop the P in your name 'cause you is a hoe.

Lucy’s Rules to Live By: 1. Make the conscious decision to look at others with an open mind and an open heart. 2. Everybody needs someone in their life they can rely on. Try to be that person. 3. Take a chance. 4. Love whole-heartedly. 5. Make it your goal to make someone smile daily. 6. Always expect more of yourself today than you did yesterday. 7. No matter how many times you’re let down, continue believing in the goodness of others.

I do not have a hero complex. I have always been attracted to strong, independent women. I like a girl who has her shit together. No strings. Simple. Confident. But the way she nearly sighed the word 'broken'--as if it was her sole identifier, as if it's branded on her somehow, as if admitting this has cost her dearly, shamed her--just killed me a little bit. I want to save her. I want to be her hero. I want to make her see she is so much more than her damaged past.

Please," I whisper. "Please don't make do this. Don't make me choose.

Life lesson number 12: As your life changes, change you rules accordingly. Nothing is set in stone when it comes to living. -Park

I don't want to hurt you, Lucy, but I will

Rare stories traveled of those who rose too high, the ships who sailed like Icarus towards the sun. And like him, they crashed and burned for their arrogance.

Am I doing the right thing? Is it ever right to hurt someone? But is it right to stay with someone when you want to be with someone else? Which one would hurt more?

I'm broken too. I think... I think we can fix each other.

I'm not mad, Mason. I am crushed. Acting mad makes it easier to deal with than letting it rip me apart.

How do I look at her?" Mason laughs. "Like you're a starving dog and she's wearing a skirt made of meat.

Because if I fell any deeper for the way his eyes crinkled with his smile or his habit of tapping on his nose to emphasize a point, my ship would be sunk.

That’s me, keeping things bitchy from open to close.” I turned around and gave him my customer service smile.

Confidence comes not from always being right but from not fearing to be wrong.

They said everything outside killed, so I thought nothing did.

Money is the last taboo. People will talk about their sex lives before they discuss their finances.

I don't know what she's trying to say, but I can feel her struggle to get it out. "I love Skittles.

Because one look into his eyes, and she was drowning in what existed there and didn’t want to surface.

Save the sugar for some other girl. This one’s had it up to here with people in general.

They’d reached the point of no return, and she wanted to throw herself into the fire until the flames melted away the years of ice that claimed her.

This is the part I hate the most. That moment it sinks in that I've sliced myself open. When the rush and release are over and I'm left with the knowledge of just how fucked up I am.

My virginity's still intact, Guy," I say as I stand up and brush the dirt from my butt. "Yours, on the other hand, has been gone for so long I've seen it on the side of a milk carton.

He’d fallen in the trap before of believing she had the cold soul of an ice queen, but moments like these, it seemed more like she’d been encased a long time ago and couldn’t break free.

I'm just going to be really honest right now because this is all new to me and I don't know how else to handle it." He takes a deep breath and pushes the air off his forehead. "I like being around you. I like talking to you. When I'm not with you, I'm thinking about you.

I want to tell you you look beautiful, but I know you don't like that." He dips his chin toward his chest and presses his lips together. "Is it alright if I say that I couldn't breathe for a minute when I saw you? Or that it took every last ounce of self restraint to not start making out with you in front of Guy and Annie? Because the only thing that held me back was the idea you wouldn't like that very much.

Shh. Stop pushing me away. I don't want to keep fighting with you. Just accept that I care about you too much to go anywhere.

Color is the taste buds of perception.

She killed to get the dream she wanted, then found out it didn't want her back.

Despite the sea being wild and the waves rolling away from the shore, the tide always returns.

Our inherent cognitive biases make us ripe for manipulation and exploitation by those who have an agenda to push, especially if they can discredit all other sources of information.

Three things lit her match without fail—abusive assholes, idiots who didn’t use their turn signals, and unannounced shifters moving in on her territory.

Everyone’s searching for someone to end the pain of loneliness. Even the darkest of souls wants a shot at redemption.

Electricity sparked between them at the touch, and she savored the way he made her yearn. How the crush of their lips together inspired revelations.

No monster would hold the hurt I see in your eyes or carry the guilt you do every day.

Beauty was a weapon as well, one Viola enjoyed wielding.

I’m pretty sure you just made him that much more interested in you,” Guy explains. “Some guys like it rough.” He grins at Hope. “I know I do.

I'm just as horrified with myself, with being caught. This is extremely personal. People may know I do it, but nobody has ever witnessed it. It's worse than if he'd seen me naked.

If there was ever a time I needed a candy fix, it would be now. I'm talking heavy duty candy fix. Like Cow Tales and Sugar Daddy pops. Maybe even Pixie Stix.

The sun reflects off the side mirror, momentarily blinding me. And all I can think is: how is the sun shining when my heart is breaking?

The jury’s still out on your level of intellect. After all, you signed up with Evil Incorporated in the first place.

A thousand words blossomed to her lips and died there, because no amount of speaking could communicate the depths of how he’d affected her. Of how he’d changed her.

I think it is entirely possible to miss someone you never knew. You just don’t understand what that feeling is until you find them.

What are you?" I hold my breath, waiting. "Broken," she murmurs

Too late; my awkwardness had already made an unforgettable appearance, so, of course, I couldn’t be let off the hook.

I walk on, wondering how the people who have the least to give are often the ones who give the most.

The tides rolled up to crash against the shore while we sat feet from one another with the remnants of all we’d left unsaid driving us apart.

Like a rollercoaster, my mind had climbed its way to the top—only to witness how far there was to fall. And like a coaster, the second the fear hit, my stomach plummeted with the drop.

I’ve never understood what people mean when they say they have to find themselves. We know who we are. The hard part is being that person. It’s always so much easier to be someone else.

At some point, hurting myself has gone past the need to be in control. It's routine now. An addiction. I cannot cope without it, and when things get bad, the need to feed the habit flares.

Sometimes never is distorted perception. I love you, Hope. And I'm not the only one. I know you care about me. I see it in your eyes. I feel it. Everybody needs love. Everybody. And some people need it more that others. You're a liar if you say you don't. I'll do that for you. I'll love you. All you have to do is let me.

There is something wrong with me. I freaking know that. And there’s something wrong with you. I don’t give a shit. I feel good when I’m with you. I want you so bad I can’t even think straight. You are one of the coolest girls I’ve ever met and I want to know you. Stop using bitchiness as a form of self defense and let me in.

Took long enough,” she called out, not wanting to admit how the sight of him made her throat hitch, how the man was so gorgeous she lost her mind. “I thought you drowned in the mirror from staring into your reflection too long.

Mason, I’m ruined. I can never give you what you deserve. I’m incapable of loving someone like—like you want. I will never be able to do it right. I will never deserve to be loved.” My breathing is erratic. I shove myself to my knees and grasp her arms, pulling her toward me once again. “Sometimes never is a distorted perception. I love you, Hope. And I’m not the only one. I know you care about me. I see it in your eyes. I feel it. Everybody needs love. Everybody. And some people need it more than others. You’re a liar if you say you don’t. I’ll do that for you. I’ll love you. All you have to do is let me.”               The wind whispers against my back as if giving me a nudge toward her and I take it as a sign. I propel myself into her, pushing my bare skin to hers. I need to feel her. I need her to feel me.               This is real.

Playing an instrument says you have passion. Taking the time to teach someone else, especially someone younger, says you’re not only sweet, but patient. It told me you obviously like music. Musicians typically appreciate all music, so it told me you were more open. The fact that your little brother thought you were good meant you’re dedicated. And the way he looked at you, like you hung the moon, spoke loudest of all. It told me that someone loved you. That you had to be a good person to have so much respect from your brother when most brothers can’t seem to get along. It told me you were special.

I can't walk away from you. I tried. I can't do it. Even as I was trying, I knew it was stupid. I already knew I wasn't really going anywhere. God, Hope. I care about you. I don't want to walk away." I coil my fingers in between her braids and twists, holding her head to my chest. "I'm broken, too. I think..." I lick my lips and press them into her hair. "I think we can fix each other.

I imagined him then walking the few feet to the hilltop, where he had bedded down so many times next his life partner, and lying down to rest. As he slowly drifted off to sleep, I would like to think that the scent from that tree triggered a picture. If so, then the last thing in 21’s mind as he lost consciousness for the final time was an image of 42.

The first time I saw you, I wanted to kiss you. And I don't mean when I pulled you away from Christian. I actually saw you before that. In the parking lot. You were laying in your car listening to music. And I thought you were overwhelmingly beautiful. I still think you're beautiful and I still want to kiss you.

There is something wrong with me. I freaking know that. And there's something wrong with you. I don't give a shit. I feel good when I'm with you. I want you so bad I can't even think straight. You are one of the coolest girls I've ever met and I want to know you. Stop using bitchiness as a form of self defense and let me in.

I don't know how to make you believe I'm sorry. I fucked up. I made a huge mistake. Again. I know that, but I also know there is way more to what happened than you're telling. I was freaked out and I wasn't thinking clearly, but I would never purposely hurt you, Hope. Ever. I didn't even kiss you until you asked me to. I would never...

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