Natasha Preston Quotes

Even the things that look broken beyond repair have a chance at being whole again. It just depends how much you want to rebuild it.

Silence consumed my whole life; it suppressed things I could never express. My silence was responsible for my family’s happiness. Silence was my prison.

Life throws too much crap at us as it is, so why hold onto something negative if we don't have to?

The world was not perfect. It was dark, evil, and full of monsters in human disguise. The world’s a horrible place, and you were no safer surrounded by family than you were wandering the streets alone.

My mum was right: the longer you were with a man, the grosser they became.

I had heard that true love is realized after a couple has experienced and overcome something huge.

You know you are in love when someone comes along that makes you question everything.

Even the things that look broken beyond repair have a chance at being whole again. It just depends how much you want to rebuild it.

Everyone says that getting over somebody 'just takes time' and that one day it will stop hurting and the door will open for you to move on. We are also told that love is eternal; something extraordinary that will stay with you forever... The contradiction is immense.

No matter what had happened, how deeply something hurt you, the world continued to spin, and you would continue to breathe. Things might be awful for a while—sometimes a long while—but eventually, you would be able to function again.

He continued driving, and with every passing second, I started to give up hope. I was going to die. The van finally came to a stop and my body froze. This is it. This is where he kills me. After

Unless you put the work in and deal with your problems, everything else you try is just masking it.

love is eternal; something extraordinary that will stay with you forever.

There’s nothing wrong with my personalities. They’re all awesome

No matter what had happened, how deeply something hurt you, the world continued to spin, and you continued to breathe. Things might suck for a while, sometimes a long while, but eventually you would be able to function again.

Sacrificing someone for your own sake was selfish, no matter how it was dressed up. No human is worth more than another. Scarlett

they took too many years of happiness from you. Don’t let them have another second longer.

Most people have heard the phrase, ‘Silence is golden’; many would agree with it: people with screaming children running wild around the house or working in a noisy office. For me, however, it meant something entirely different. Silence consumed my whole life; it suppressed things I could never express. My silence was responsible for my family’s happiness. Silence was my prison.

If you don’t trust anyone, then no one can screw you over. You’re going to find that out the hard way,

That girl was buried deep under my skin, tattooed all over my heart. I fucking loved her with everything I had.

For me, however, it meant something entirely different. Silence consumed my whole life; it suppressed things I could never express.

He was like a dog playing with a balloon; you knew it would pop but not exactly when.

Boredom is actually going to kill me. I

Life is a game; you just have to make sure you’re in control.

Eat. Sleep. Watch crap on TV.

I hated school with a passion.

The fantasy I had in my head of how things would turn out was just that; a fantasy. I’d lose everything. I knew that. He’d told me enough times. It wasn’t something I could risk. Not ever. Placing

Are you ready to leave, Oakley? Cole is waiting outside,” my mum said softly. She leant against the doorframe of my room and smiled

Even the things that look broken beyond repair have a chance at being whole again.

I loved her so much. More than anything in the world. Enough to let her go.

My silence was responsible for my family’s happiness. Silence was my prison.

Why were things so complicated? If I could go to sleep and wake up as someone else, anyone else, I’d do it in a heartbeat.

Hot chocolate was the drink that turned me into a human in the mornings. “Good

How could they still find that funny? Did they ever get bored of their own stupid, pathetic jokes? I

Every day I struggled, and every day I fell in love with her that little bit more.

The fantasy I had in my head of how things would turn out was just that; a fantasy.

Silence was my prison.

You won't be dying in that room, I can promise that." "You've known me two days," I remind him. "That feels like a lifetime when you bring sunshine into this dungeon.

Four vases sat proudly on the side table behind the dining table and chairs; one held roses, one violets, one poppies. The fourth was empty. I

Boys say girls were confusing when they’re the ones that are total head fucks.

The driver was irrelevant when you had a massive truck ramming you up the arse.

The party is boring,” I tell her. “I’d rather be at Hogwarts.

Good evening, Flowers,” he said and gave us a charming, this is all totally normal smile. That was how he got away with it. He looked so friendly you just instantly trusted him—unless you were down here, of course. “Good evening,” they replied in unison.

Lily?” a deep voice called from behind me. I didn’t recognize it. I spun around and backed up as a tall, dark-haired man stepped into view. My stomach dropped. Had he been hiding between the trees?

Everyone says that getting over somebody ‘just takes time’ and that one day it will stop hurting and the door will open for you to move on. We are also told that love is eternal; something extraordinary that will stay with you forever. However, after a break up, suddenly love becomes something you should get over once a little time had passed. The contradiction is immense. Right now, I was somewhere in the middle.

He pushed me through the gate at the back of the park and then through the field. I tried again to scream for help, but against his palm, I hardly made a sound. He whispered “Lily” over and over while he dragged me toward a white van.

I had always wondered if Cole would believe me if I ever did manage to tell him everything; or if Dad was right and everyone would believe him. As much as I wanted to believe Cole would choose to have faith in me, I could never risk it. In just over two years, I would be eighteen and could leave home. There was no point in ripping my family apart and hurting so many people when I would leave soon anyway.

discomfort.

Life throws too much crap at us as it is, so why hold onto something negative if we don't have to

I'm Not Living, I'm Surviving.

The only thing that belonged with pizza was ketchup.

felt

Every step took every ounce of courage I had.

The last thing I see before I get pulled under the water is Reeves horrified face." -The Island

People listen to someone online they’ve never met more than they do to their parents, teachers, doctors.

Silence Broken

Loneliness was like a terminal disease. With every passing day you faded just that little bit more.

Society had gone downhill if women thought it appropriate to act and dress like disgusting little whores.

The night Cole and I made love was the best night of my life. It was the night when I had felt so loved and safe and normal. How could that possibly be wrong? Wiping

Why was I doing this? Because he could kill you without question or hesitation.

Loneliness was like a terminal disease. With every passing day you faded just that little bit more. I had felt as if I were dying for the past four years and I’d had enough.

I’d rather be a bookworm than an asshole.

Eventually, we sat under some trees, and Ben immediately started stuffing a sandwich into his mouth. The nameless girl, who looked a little like Meg from Family Guy but without the glasses, made a huge effort to talk to Cole as much as she could. I couldn’t blame her. Cole was incredible. I

Jasper, has anyone ever diagnosed you with anything? Personality disorder or...” He rolled his eyes but grinned too. “Not you too.” “I think if more than one person comments on it you should make an appointment.” He grin widened. “There’s nothing wrong with my personalities. They’re all awesome

The world was not perfect. It was dark, evil, and full of monsters in human disguise. The world's a horrible place, ad you were no safer surrounded by family than you were wandering the streets alone.

We just get on with it the best we can. We fight to be better people, more understanding, stronger. Ultimately, we’ve just got to ride it out until we’re willing to change, and we’ve got to be okay with not being perfect human beings who’re fully in control of their life…despite what their stupid heart wants.

I missed her so much it physically hurt, like I was being punched in the gut over and over. All I could do was look, and that hurt even more. I had promised her I would never let anyone hurt her, and I failed her.

Rubbing a hand over my face, I blurted, “I love you.” “You can stop lying now.” “I didn’t lie about that either.” “You murder everyone you love?” “You have five days of ceremonies left.” “Yeah, believe me, I’m counting too.” Closing

Being on the outside made me realize that religion is flawed. People twist things to suit themselves and their needs. It makes normal people fight and kill and hate. It’s supposed to be pure, but people make it the most tainted thing on the planet.

Cole talked almost continuously on the drive, chatting away about his car and what we’d do later. Occasionally, I would nod or smile in response to something he’d said, but apart from that, I just sat and listened to him speaking. His voice was smooth and calming. Not talking to him was hard. I desperately wanted to return his quick banter with something smart of my own. But I stayed tongue-tied. As

Do you think we’ll ever get out of here?” I asked as I peeled. Rose sighed and it wasn’t in sadness; it was a frustrated sigh. Frustrated with me? “No.” “Do you want to?” “Violet, can you get me an oven dish, please?” Rose asked, completely ignoring my question. That’s a no then. I felt so sorry for her. He had really screwed with her mind. Rose shoved the chicken in the oven dish and put it in the oven. She was pretending she hadn’t heard me, but I knew she would be thinking about it. How could she not? Did she know she was brainwashed? I’d

I pushed past her, almost running toward the door. The laughing stopped as soon as I was outside. I’d already had enough of today, and I needed to leave. Blinking the tears back, I walked quickly through the car park. How can people hate me so much for doing absolutely nothing wrong? I

My heart slowed to its normal pace as my brain processed my friend’s face and not the face of the Scream dude or Freddy Kruger. “Not seen anyone. Just got here.” “Damn it. She ran off after another argument with the idiot, and her phone’s turned off!” Ah, the idiot. Rachel had a very on/off relationship with her boyfriend, Jack. I never understood that—if you pissed each other off 90 percent of the time, then just call it a day. “We should find her.” Why?

His lips captured mine in a kiss that made my toes curl. Slowly, he rolled us, so he was on top. He chuckled and kissed my forehead. “Oakley?” His voice wobbled. “This is probably really late, considering everything, but…well, I was wondering if…” He sighed and shook his head. “Shit, I’m such a twat. Will you be my girlfriend?” My mouth fell open. Breathe, Oakley! His body tensed. “Er, is that a no?” I shook my head, and he frowned. “It’s a yes?” I nodded and kissed him.

Poppy lowered her head and bit her lip. “That’s the room where he…” she whispered. Her eyes filled with tears. “What? Where he does what…” I trailed off, realizing what she was trying to say. My blood froze inside my veins. The room where he rapes us. He and Rose were in there now. She went so willingly, no hesitation, no sign of horror in her eyes. “I need to go home,” I whispered to myself more than to them. “You need to stop this, Lily. There is no going home. The sooner you accept that the easier it will be. Trust me. Please?” Poppy said. All I could hear was the sound of my frantic pulse smashing in my ears. Shit. “No.” I sat down and tried to absorb everything. Rose was being raped in a room just feet from me. But was she? Did she want to now? Surely she couldn’t be that brainwashed that she wanted him. I gulped and felt a tear trickle down my cheek. “Lily?

Silence

wasn’t bad. It felt so natural.

Her smile used to be my favourite part of her. Now it was as false as my own, and it was all because of me.

to get stop that.

was used to it, but I still bloody hated being the centre of the jokes and bitchy comments. “Oakley?

How is it possible to love someone this much? “Don’t

wake

favourite

you see I didn't meausre success by money and possessions. To me, success was all about family. In my eyes. Dad lost the ability for success a long time ago

left

Monday

Adrenaline pumped through my body. I could do this all day. By the time our hour was up, I was ready for bed.

Right, you only murder your offspring.

Parents were meant to die for their children, not be the ones hurting them.

Mother-daughter bonding time, huh?” I muttered dryly. “Perhaps after the tour we could drown a litter of bunnies. Or do you only do that to your child?” I

She where I was supposed to be. We

A special dinner with all of the psychos. Daddy really knew what I wanted.

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I sat down next to Cole and smiled at Mum, thanking her for the breakfast she just placed in front of me. “So are you two doing anything after school?” Mum asked, grinning at us both. She has a stupid fantasy in her head where me and Cole would be together. I had the same one. “Probably

MOST PEOPLE HAVE heard the phrase ‘Silence is golden’ and many would agree with it. People with screaming children running wild around the house or working in a noisy office. For me, however, it meant something entirely different. Silence consumed my whole life. It suppressed things I could never express. My silence was responsible for my family’s happiness. Silence was my prison.  

Most people had heard the phrase, Silence is golden, and many would agree with it, like people with screaming children running wild around the house or those who worked in noisy offices. For me, however, it meant something entirely different. Silence consumed my whole life. It suppressed things I could never express. My silence was responsible for my family’s happiness. Silence was my prison.

He grinned through the window as I made my way to his car. His blue eyes glistened in the early light, making them look as pale as ice. Cole Benson and I had been friends since we were babies. Mum had pictures of Cole holding my hand as I’d learned to walk. He was two years older than me, but he certainly didn’t act like it. My mum, Sarah, and his mum, Jenna, had met in high school and had been friends ever since. “Good morning, sunshine,” he greeted with a wide grin. Unlike

Cole talked almost continuously on the drive, chatting away about his car and what we’d do later. Occasionally, I would nod or smile in response to something he’d said, but apart from that, I just sat and listened to him speaking. His voice was smooth and calming. Not talking to him was hard. I desperately wanted to return his quick banter with something smart of my own. But I stayed tongue-tied. As we pulled into the half-full car park, I started to feel sick. People whispered to each other whenever I was around.