Nyrae Dawn Quotes

Everything’s not always black and white, Princess. Sometimes we have to do shit because there’s not another choice. Maybe you should think about that before you snub your nose at me.

Don’t cry, Princess. You know what they say. You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you meet your prince.

I'll be like your bodyguard or something. Me Tarzan. You Jane.

I'm fucking good at this boyfriend shit. Who would have thought?

I'm a prick half the time, but you make me better. You make me happy. I don’t want to lose you. I love you. I don’t want to lose you.

Colt lies on my bed and pulls me down behind him. I expect him to go for my clothes, but instead he kisses me again. “Blanket.” I mutter, between kisses. “If you’re cold I’m doing something wrong.

This isn’t a fucking game anymore. No charades here. I don’t know exactly what to call it, but whatever it is, it’s ours. I’m going to latch onto it. And never let go.

But when he smiles? Really smiles, it’s perfect. Like toothpaste commercial, boy-next-door beauty that makes it really hard to be pissed at him.

Just know that you can. I won’t tell. I might not be able to do much for you, but I’ll hold your secrets.

Still I pulled her into a hug, because I knew she let me off the hook on purpose and yeah, I'm a guy and I love my mom. So shoot me. I'm man enough to hug her without feeling like a mama's boy.

I thought this was a game,” I remind him. “Not anymore and you know it. Everything else in my life is all fucked up. This is the only thing that’s real.

You don't have to do it on your own. Let me take some of the weight, baby." But he has so much already. "You have your own problems." "We'll share each others.

It's easier to hide in the dark...but easier to let go too.

The cup is half full, sunshine and flowers and I try to act like I agree, but really I’m pissed someone dumped out half of my drink.

She's the fire in my veins, the breath in my lungs, and the glue trying to hold each of my scars together.

We're guys. Half the time, we don't know who we are. It helps things become a lot easier if we know who you are.

Haunt me, my little ghost, Posses me Live inside me, And scare away my sins Until there's nothing left. But You.

I’m tired of running … This is the only thing that’s real. Don’t run from me, Tiny Dancer.

My face is in his neck and I think if I was going to cry, this would be the perfect place to do it

You reminded me what it feels like to love. You made me fall in love and, fuck, I don't want to lose that. I don't want to lose you.

Tomorrow… don’t remind me I said this. I won’t want to talk about it, but tonight… keep me safe.

Words are so ridiculous sometimes. They don't really mean anything, but they're all I have.

Our lips moved together perfectly. A perfect match. Because we had skills like that.

If you have to use the words, “deep down” all that means is you're fooling yourself. You're seeing what you want to see and not what's really there.

It's like she has her heart in her hand and it's broken. She's holding it out and showing me all the little pieces. Or maybe it's my heart.

Pity isn't the only thing I don't do. Princesses are high on my lists too.

I think when love sneaks up on you, when it grabs onto you when you least expect it, maybe that's more of a sign that it's real. That it's meant to be and nothing could stop the two of you from falling for each other.

Who would have known kissing someone you love was so much better than kissing other girls?

He hurt me more than anyone ever has, but he loved me better than anyone ever did, too.

I let her catch me.  I like it when she catches me.  But last summer, she stopped chasing. It sucks.

A laugh jumps out of my mouth, surprising me. I can’t even remember the last time I laughed and it puts me on edge. I suddenly want to do the same thing to her. Let her see how it feels to teeter on that cliff.

I feel like a dick for being an ass.

I don’t know how in the fuck we got here, but somehow this game is more real than anything else. And I want it. I fucking want it.

...and now I just keep running. Maybe not physically anymore, but my mind and heart are backpacking through the darkest corners of the world trying to get farther and farther away.

and i am... looking, i mean. you said look at you and i just want to tell you, i am. - tegan

I had to drink my first cup of soy milk with her. People bond over that shit.

It's okay.' I rubbed my stomach.'These abs have been known to bring down much tougher girls. I won't tell anyone you want me.

Your heart beats so strong, I feel it against my chest. You make mine want to catch up, to match the rhythm.

When we pull away we’re both breathing hard, but I don’t think she’s thinking about her aunt or her mom anymore. “Damn I’m good.

I can't get you out of me. Your smile's in my head and your voice in my ear.

Was this what love was? Thinking a girl looked beautiful in her pajamas and glasses? ~ What a Boy Wants

Is it crazy that I’m proud of her for standing up to me at the same time that I’m pissed at her?

No. I didn't say you could talk yet.You made me feel like crap. I didn't fit into your little definition of perfect and you never let me forget it. I can assure you there is nothing. Nothing that would ever make you worth the air you breathe.

This is my friend, Sebastian.' 'Best friend,' I blurted out and then wanted to punch myself in the face for sounding so dumb. At this rate, I'd be painting nails with her any day now. Thank God, Jaden wasn't here.

Here was my epicness, because despite how things turned out, I wouldn't be anywhere else. I wouldn't want anyone else to take care of her. To watch her sleep.

That’s life. We win some, we lose some, but you can’t live your life afraid of making mistakes.

It was freaky how once you realized you loved someone, and they felt the same way about you, they could look different, yet the same; how they felt familiar, but not.

It's impossible to know you and not see how incredible you are.

Her eyes don't leave her book, but I see her smile. It's like the inside of my chest hiccups or something at the sight.

It’s so strange how one choice can derail so many lives. It was so huge to me, I expected her answer to change everything, but it didn’t. I guess that’s life, right? You never really know what’s waiting for you. You never really know what’s going to happen or why. You just have to be able to deal with it. Big or small.

Maybe I don't deserve to ask you this, but I'm going to anyway. I want another chance. I want us to be together, with nothing in between us. No need, no pain, hurt, fear. I want us together because we want to be. Because we love each other. I'll never leave you again.

She loves him the way a mother should love their child. Thoroughly. Completely. To her, he's the most important person in the world and I'm so very happy they have that.

Nadie puede salvar a nadie. He aprendido eso. Todos tenemos que salvarnos a nosotros mismos.

I don't know what it is about you that makes me want you so fucking bad.' They may not be the words a girl longs to hear, but I cherish them. Because they're real and real is better than a pretty lie.

Things said in the heat of the moment never count.

I have to bite my lip not to lean down and kiss her. God, I want to kiss her so bad

We can't always control what we don't like, Tiny Dancer.

Just touching her like this. Holding her face as our bodies touched everywhere made me feel like a freakin' rock star.

I believe that everyone has certain key moments in their lives they’ll never forget. Moments marking the beginning or end of something. Moments that will always own a little piece of you. You can track decisions you make or paths your life follows and they always lead back to one of these defining moments. This is one of them.

There’s no talking. No laughing. Nothing but eager hands and sad eyes.

Right now, I could do with a little less "Carter, I need you to" and a little more, "Carter, do what you need to do." Hell, maybe even a little, "Carter, do you need help?

Buried deep-deep under that teenage boy exterior, you, Sebastian Hawkins, are a sweetheart.

Only real men can pout without losing their masculinity. I have nothing to worry about there. ~What A Boy Wants

What’s the point in protecting yourself when it keeps you from feeling anything?

Closer...he's closer. He's going to kiss me. I'm caught between wanting to scream hallelujah and having a heart attack.

He's looking at me, cocky little grin in place like he's God's gift to the female eye and caught me praising the Lord.

You guys think you fooled me in the beginning,” she rasps. “You were only fooling yourself.

you're just pissed you liked it

When someone is important to you, you take care of them. You try to take their pain away, pull it into yourself if you can, because it's easier to fight her demons for her than to risk someone scarring her.

She played me. I totally got hustled by Kira. And I like it.

My arm itches to reach up and wrap around her. To pull her closer, but can we get closer? Right now she might be closer to me than anyone's ever been.

Tener sobrepeso no convierte a una persona en alguien vergonzoso, al igual que ser delgado no te convierte en alguien del cual estar orgulloso. No. Lo que importa se encuentra dentro. En cómo te sientes contigo mismo y la manera en que tratas a los demás.

You never know what's going to happen. You have to have faith. All the heartache I've felt is worth it. I've met Roger and I'm willing to risk the heartache because, not only do I think he's worth it, but I'm worth it.

Todo lo que quiero ahora mismo es hacer lo mejor. Cuidar de ella. Eso es lo que haces ¿verdad? Cuando alguien es importante para ti, tu cuidas de ellos. Tratas de tirar el dolor lejos, tirarlo hacia ti si puedes, porque es más fácil pelear con sus demonios que correr el riesgo de que ella quede con alguna cicatriz. Me gustaría pelear con todos si pudiera.

His words are the air I breathe. The fluid that hydrates me. The food that nourishes me. They're everything giving me everything I need.

I squeeze my eyes shut as though that will somehow make it go away, but I know it won’t. It happened and there’s no changing it. No changing any of the things that happen to us. All there is to do is move on. Starting now.

It’s funny how life moves in a complete circle sometimes. There might be lots of bumps in the road and maybe even a few cliffs, but it’s a journey, and sometimes it can bring you to the most wonderful places.

My skin tingled a little where she touched me. I was totally aware of that one spot more than I'd been aware of anything in my whole life. I didn't know if I wanted the feeling to go away or to feel it forever.

It's amazing how good it feels to talk about him. How I realize that even though we're over, what we had was true. You can't fake that. I still love him and I really believe he loved me, too.

I grab her arms and pull her toward me. Now she has her arms wrapped around my waist and we’re chest to chest. She’s laughing and I almost want to laugh with her. For a second it feels real and okay. The knot in my gut loosens and I’m not scared to breathe.

Love should be love. Want should be want. You can love someone with all your heart. They can be your heart, but you have to be able to stand on your own and I couldn't.

I think…if things were different. If we were closer… You’d be it for me, Star Girl. Is that stupid to say? That I think I could love you?

Yo podría no ser capaz de hacer mucho por ti, pero yo voy a guardar tus secretos.

Jaden: "Dude, you've found something wrong with every girl. I'm about to play this one solo if you can't make up your mind." Bastian: "We're not trying to decide between a Big Mac or a chicken sandwich here. This is some serious shit. We want epicness, we have to be choosy.

What is it about stars that you love so much?” he asks. That answer comes quickly. “Because they’re infinite. They’re miracles, and anything is possible when you look out into the massive space that goes on and on.” Because I want that. I want to explore and see what’s out there and feel as free as those stars in the sky.

Go out with me. This weekend.” I’m sure I look like one of those wrinkle dogs with the really big eyes, because they’re wide and staring and I can’t help it. “Like a date.” “A date?” “A date.” Snicker. “I can’t seem to get enough of you.

You have skeletons, too, Carter Shaw. Don't think I don't know it. I think...I think people with secrets, or with a past, I guess I should say, I think we're kindred spirits. Like maybe we see something in each other that no one else takes the time to see.

— ¿Lo soy? ¿Tu chica, quiero decir? — Creo que es así, a menos que solo me estés utilizando por mis habilidades de besuqueo.

We’ve grown and changed, screwed up, but at the beginning of each summer, we found each other again. Or maybe we never really lost each other.

You're doing fucking awesome, Colt whispers in my ear and I can't help but smile at that. Only he would use the word 'fuck' at my mom's funeral.

Our room has two beds. If this had been a movie, [the hotel] would have been full so we would have had to share a bed. Why doesn't stuff like that happen in real life?

But my stomach starts constricting because I MIGHT HAVE WANTED IT TO BE A DATE. I mean, what is that? Dates lead to commitment and commitment leads to temporary insanity and temporary insanity leads to full on mental illness—picking out china patterns, choosing museums to get married in—and ends with two fucked-in-the head sons and a dad trying to hold it together when he’s just as fucked-in-the-head as they are. So no, I definitely don’t want it to have been a date.

¿Acaso esto era de lo que se trataba el amor? ¿Pensar que una chica se veía hermosa en su pijama y sus gafas? ¿Que probablemente yo era el único que ella había dejado que la viera usándolas? ¿Era esa una cosa buena o una cosa mala?

It was strange. That little zing that went through me when she looked up with those big green eyes. It was at that moment I wondered why girls ever needed me - The Hook-up Doctor, I mean. If they had all the power she had in those eyes, they could have anything they wanted.

A smile tilts half his mouth. “Are you checking me out, Annabel Lee?” After all this time, I shouldn’t, but I blush. Tegan walks over to me. “You can look all you want, ya know? Look or don’t look. It’s all up to you, but I can say, if the situation were reversed, I’d definitely want to explore every part of you.

Tegan leans forward, pressing his lips to mine too quickly for my taste. "Because." Another kiss. "You're." Oh, one more. "My girl." Two kisses this time. "And it doesn't feel right for you to pay me for us to work out together. Because I want to be able to kiss you when I want and I can't do that if you're my client." At least I think that's what he said. I'm not sure I caught anything after him telling me I'm his girl. "I am? Your girl, I mean?" He gives my waist a squeeze and I suck in my stomach. "I thought so, unless you're only using me for my make-out abilities." "You're so -" "Conceited. I know. But you like it.

People think alcoholics are violent. They don't hold down jobs or they're out drinking every night. No offense to the people who believe that, but they don't know jack. Sometime, people do it to DEAL. Because fate sat down and decided, 'Hey, let's see how much shit we can throw at this person before they break.' Before all the skinned knees and bruised limbs keep them from getting up after one last fall.

All those other summers and those other kisses and everything else we shared, my dad choosing some random lake in some random town to stay in one year, the fights and the screw ups that helped us learn and gave us experiences with other people. They were all meant to happen, and our paths were supposed to cross over and over again. Until we found that point, the bright star in the summer sky that would be ours forever.

Ahora me doy cuenta, que no es perfecto. Él tenía razón en eso todo el tiempo y no es justo que yo siempre trate de hacer que se sienta de esa manera. Nadie es perfecto. Él tiene problemas como yo. Apesta llegar a esta conclusión ahora. Mostrando sus imperfecciones en el parque ese día casi me mata, pero ahora empuja más vida en mí. Tegan no es perfecto. No es más que un hombre. Un hermoso, dulce, tipo maravilloso, pero sólo un hombre de todos modos. Tiene miedos, inseguridades y remordimientos. Me lastimo más que nadie, pero él me amaba más de lo que nadie lo hizo, también.

Tal vez yo no merezco preguntarte esto, pero lo haré de todos modos. Quiero otra oportunidad. Quiero que estemos juntos, sin nada entre nosotros. Sin necesidad, sin dolor, sin miedo. Quiero que nosotros estemos juntos porque eso es lo que queremos. Porque nos amamos el uno al otro. No te voy a volver a dejar de nuevo. Me toma un par de minutos antes de que pueda encontrar mi voz. Él me ama. Quiere volver conmigo. Y yo quiero eso. Los dos queremos eso. Sin necesidad. Hay una gran diferencia ahí. Es como que el aire entre nosotros está limpio. Siempre ha sido puro, porque siempre nos hemos amado realmente, pero ahora estamos listos para estar enamorados. Listos para estar juntos.