Paige Quotes

Murder? You mean he's dead?" "No. He's resting comfortably," I said. "People always sleep best with their heads at a ninety-degree angle. He looks comfortable, doesn't he?" (Paige & Elena)

Sometimes only pain can heal.

No, Paige. I am trying to help you.” “Go to hell.” “I already exist on a level of hell.” “Exist on one that isn't near mine.

I didn’t know what was worse: to have your shot and screw it up, or to never have had a shot in the first place.

Because there’s no reason to think Paige had to eat anything. Paige is not a low demon. She’s a little girl. A vegetarian. A born humanitarian. A budding Dalai Lama, for chrissake. She only attacked the angel to defend me. That’s all. Besides, she didn’t eat him, she just… gnawed on him a little.

I feel as if I’m on the moon listening to the air hiss out of my spacesuit, and I can’t find the hole. I’m the vice president of panic, and the president is missing.

So, what is my story? I don't know. It's long and twisted and not quite finished yet.

‎"Was that your plan all along? Show me where to go, then convince me there's nothing I can do to save my sister?" "Actually, my plan all along was to become a rockstar, travel the world collecting fan girls, and then getting really fat and spending the rest of my life playing video games while the girls kept comin', thinking I look good as I did in my music videos." He shrugs as if to say, 'who knew the world would turn out so different?

Be brave. Be angry. Don't trust anyone.

You win a few, you lose a few. Some get rained out. But you got to dress for all of them.

You don’t need wheels on your house to get somewhere better. All you need is something to give you that extra push.

Where is the road to your heart?" With one finger he lifted my chin to meet his eyes. "Don't you know? You're the one who paved it.

Those who have sacrificed always have the most to lose.

I hate to break it to you, but just because someone has pretty hair and a good skin tone and a crown instead of a pointy hat doesn’t mean she’s not the baddest bitch this side of the emerald city.

Sometimes, you turn back. Sometimes, you walk away. And sometimes, you find the place you're meant to be, and you stay there. You find a way to make it work. Whatever it takes.

No matter how tough you think you are, there are certain things that just get to you, and they’re usually the little things. The ones you don’t expect.

Neither. I was attracted to him because he’s hot. Though, I stayed with him because he’s fucking awesome in bed.

It's strange how the people you care about least, sometimes know you the best. You let your guard down with them because you don't mind that they see you, warts and all.

Opinions are like onions. They spell similarly, usually have many layers, and tend to make people cry.

An innocent mind is a rarity. Society corrupts us all, even if only a little.

Screwdrivers, women who screw drivers.

Don't wait for the storm to pass, learn to dance in the rain

Insanity is nothing more than ordinary.

The only thing that matters in the end is your own survival. It's what humans and cockroaches are best at.

I would never see him again. But as I watched the tunnel race before my eyes, I was certain of one thing: I did trust him. Now I had only to trust in myself.

I’m drawn to you, Alayna. Not because I want to hurt you or make you feel a certain way, but because you’re beautiful and sexy and smart and, yes, a little crazy, maybe, but you’re not broken. And that makes me hopeful. For me.

I will continue to seduce you. I’m a man who gets what he wants. And I want you.

I believe life is too short to wait and see.

We value the individual. We probably put too much emphasis on the individual, if it comes right down to it. How many people, in the abstract, would...let's say Paige....how many people would she sacrifice to keep Andy alive? The answer wouldn't make any sense if you were looking at the whole of humanity as equals.

Never let your head hang down. Never give up and sit down and grieve. Find another way. And don’t pray when it rains if you don’t pray when the sun shines.

I never pay for sex, Alayna. When I fuck you, it will be for free.

I do.” He was clearly amused by my disdain. “We have only been speaking for two minutes, Paige. Try not to waste all your sarcasm in one breath.

You say wicked like it’s a good thing.

What ever happened to creativity? What ever happened to the passion? What ever happened to speaking ones mind? I'll tell you what happened. The kids aged, but never grew up. A baby can whine if it does not like something because it doesn't know better. What's your excuse? Stop getting offended whenever the wind blows your hair the wrong way! We will get nowhere if we continue to avoid truths to avoid offense. Speak your mind and do not be afraid of stepping on toes. The truth can be ugly, and that's what makes it so beautiful. Speak your mind, but don't take this as a chance to lose respect either. Always keep respect. If someone then still claims to be offended, it is not because of you, nor is it your fault. They simply don't like the taste of the bittersweet truth.

Forgiveness can get you places, I guess. But sometimes you need to light a fire.

Magic always wants to be something different from what it already is. Now that made sense to me. It reminded me of myself.

It’s important to keep up appearances with books,” I explained. “Image goes a long way in this business.” He dared a look over at me, still nervous but steadily recovering his composure. “I go more for content.” "Really?” I repositioned slightly so that we were touching again, the soft flannel of his shirt brushing my bare skin. “Because I could have sworn a moment ago you were pretty caught up in outside appearance.” His eyes shifted down again, but I could see a smile curving his lips. “Well. Some things are so striking, they can’t help but draw attention to themselves.” "And doesn’t that make you curious about what’s inside?” "Mostly it makes me want to get you some advanced copies.” Advanced copies? What did he—? "Seth? Seth, where—ah, there you are.” Paige turned down our aisle, Doug following behind. She brightened when she saw me, and I felt my stomach sink out of me and hit the floor with a thud as I put two and two together. No. No. It couldn’t be— "Ah, Georgina. I see you’ve already met Seth Mortensen.

Terrible things happen to good people every day. Consequentially, I am not one of the good people. I am one of the terrible things.

I’m the vice president of panic, and the president is missing.

We're walking with our eyes on everyone else, ignoring the screams that come from the people buried alive underneath our feet. Yet we say we're here for each other and say we care. And we hypocritically wonder why everyone is walking passed our own screams as though we don't do the same.

Writing didn't carry the same risks as speaking. You couldn't be shouted down or stared at. The page was both a proxy and a shield.

And then I thought: Bring it on. There’s no place like anywhere but here.

Some revolutions change the world in a day. Others take decades or centuries or more, and others still never come to fruition. Mine began with a moment and a choice.

You can’t choose who you are. But you can choose what you’ll become.

I’m not Glinda. I’m Glamora, her twin sister. She’s the Good witch; I’m the Wicked one. Of course, she’s also the one who’s turned Oz into the hellhole it is now, so it’s really all relative.

Podívala jsem se na Mikeeho, který se usmíval. "Co je?" "Mám pindíka!" křikl. "Máš," přikývla jsem. Doufala jsem, že ho to za chvíli přestane bavit, ale spíš jsem byla smířená s tím, že se tomu tématu bude věnovat celý den. "Paige?" Najednou se tvářil vážně. "Jo?! "Máš taky pindíka?" Zavřela jsem oči a zhluboka se nadechla. Tohle bude dlouhý den.

They'd branded me like some kind of animal. Lower than an animal. A number.

You can’t just cover your eyes and pretend like terrible things aren’t happening simply because you can’t see them,

Life can be snatched away from you in an instant, but if you don´t give yourself up to love, even with all the risks of losing it, life isn´t worth living.

I can easily divide my life into two parts—before her and after.

I'm Paige," I whispered. He was serious, for once. "Are you the first page, or the last?" I didn't answer, not right then.

How are you? The three most useless words in the universe of communication. Nobody who asks that question wants to know the answer. And nobody who answers ever tells the truth. “I’m fine, Paige.

Forgiveness doesn't come easy for you, I see. Sometimes you have to bend so as not to break, dear.

If I were standing right beside her, I probably would have heard her heart breaking. It would have sounded like the cracking of a wooden bat connecting with a baseball. No, that was too clean of a break. It would have sounded like rain from a powerful thunderstorm pounding on a tin roof. Millions of drops relentlessly pounding away on the surface until it shattered into billions of tiny pieces. Pieces Emily couldn’t put back together by herself.

We talk, even if no one listens, because we never know when someone will.

She had been both good and wicked and everything in between. She had been both at once, too, until it was hard for her to even tell the difference anymore.

The magnitude of your importance in my life can’t be put into words.

Don't look back. Something might be gaining on you.

Closed door means knock," Elena said to Clay, shooing him out. You've been in here for two hours," he said. "She can't need that much work." He frowned as he examined my outfit. "What the hell is she? A tree?" "A dryad," Elena said, cuffing him in the arm. "Oh, my god," Jamie said, surveying my outfit. "We forgot the bag!" "Bag?" Clay said. "What does a dryad need with-" "An evening bag," Cassandra said. "A purse." "She's got a purse. It's right there on the bed." "That's a day purse," Cassandra snapped. "What, do they expire when the sun goes down?

Are you kidding? Aren’t you worried I’ll become that hung up on you?” “I’m hoping you become that hung up on me.

Now I have to find you," he said, standing. "Go ahead. Just try and hide from me. But I'm warning you-- I could find you anywhere.

Maybe being broken helps you become a better person.

This, precious. This is for real.

Not all of us know what we are. Some of us die without ever knowing. Some of us know, and never get caught. But we're out there. Trust me.

You’re always the center of my world.

And that's my problem. I love to be alone and hate being around people, but I love to be with people and hate being alone. I don't know what I like and I don't know what I want. Time is a difficult thing. It moves too slowly and speeds up when you finally wish it would slow down or stop. You get to the aftermath and all you have are your memories. Precious memories. The kind that make you smile and laugh like you're living it again, while a nostalgic tear falls. And then another. And then another, until you want to just forget it all to stop the painfully happy memories because at the end of the day, those - not the sad ones - are the memories that hurt us most.

A great weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. Ben wasn’t what I wanted or needed. I wanted someone who knew me, the real me. I needed the person who knew all my secrets and fears. I wanted a person who lived and fought passionately. I wanted my best friend.

You don't have to know every turn of the road in order to walk down it." "It would help to know the destination.

Don't what, Princess?"  I ask.  "You're the one who's rubbing up against my cock like it's a magic lamp.

Have you ever gotten to know a woman – nonsexually? Besides from a background check?” “Not on purpose.” His answer was quick and honest. And it pissed me off. “Hudson, you’re kind of an asshole.” “So I’ve been told.

Because I love you. I love you too much, like I always do, but this time I don’t regret it and I don’t wish I could take it back because you need it. So take it from me, H. Take it all from me.

It all happened so fast. Important things always seem to, don't they?

I like to imagine there were more of us in the beginning. Not many, I suppose. But more than there are now.

His dreamscape sent a tongue of fire across my flowers.

Don’t pray when it rains if you don’t pray when the sun shines.

Her smile brings a smile to my lips every time. Knowing that sometimes, I'm the one who caused that makes me even happier.

You know exactly what I mean. That girl has more cracks in her than the road of yellow brick. Nox will break her in two.” “Or she’ll break him.

Simple. You’re going to kill her.” She looked right at me and said, “Dorothy must die.

Not only does my world revolve around her, but she is my world. She's not just my reason for breathing, she's air itself. She's the meaning behind every one of my thoughts, every thrum of my pulse, every whisper of my conscience. She's my entire everything. It's as simple and as complex as that.

All the reasons you fell in love are still there, but perhaps buried under worries and responsibility. Find them again, then hang in there. Truly, the best is yet to come.

It is our flaws that make each one of us so perfect.

I will teach you in time, but for now restrain me and have your way with me. I don’t want to think, I just want to feel.” -Jake

I love you," she murmurs. "I love you first." And last. And everything in between.

Each day has the potential of being your best day. You decide what each day will bring.

So he was hurt? Too fucking bad. I was destroyed.

I love you, precious. I’ve always loved you. From the moment I first saw you. I knew before you did, I think.

When I put my mouth on hers for the first time, it's fucking magic.  I can't describe what she tastes like except that it's everything that's right with the world. 

Faith: everyone knows it’s something you’re supposed to have, but it’s harder to put that into practice when your senses are telling you all hope is lost.

He was my darkness & I was his light.We couldn't exist without each other.

I’ve never been your boss, Alayna. If anything, you’re the one who owns me.

Just don’t give up on us. Please, don’t give up. I’m a shell without you, Alayna. I can barely breathe when you aren’t near me, when I’m not touching you. Right now, it’s all I can do to hold myself back from taking you in my arms.

You told me once that freedom was my right.” I held his gaze. “Maybe you should do something with it.

You can't always wait for fate, you have to step in.

He just stared at me, his gaze intense. I couldn’t look away any more than I could move my arm. Energy crackled between us, and I felt a strange pull to him. Moth to flame. Magnet to magnet. Stupid girl to impossible, slightly mean witch boy. Wizard. Whatever.

I apologize for overwhelming you. That wasn’t my intent. But I want you to know that whether or not you decide to help with my situation, I will continue to seduce you. I’m a man who gets what he wants. And I want you.

JUST LISTEN “When your mind is quiet and you listen closely, you will hear the children weeping silently. If you can’t quite hear their cries, then listen with your eyes. These are the children of the streets, who have learned pain and suffering before they ever had a chance to experience life. Do not ignore their cries for help, for all they wish is that you will rescue them. They do not have a family that wants them, they don’t know how it feels to be loved and they’ve never lived anywhere that felt like home…the streets are where they find their voice and relief from all of the suffering. Just listen and you’ll see them.

Because you’re looking for something temporary. Something fun to play with.” I leaned even closer to deliver my punch line—the one that would deter even the horniest of men. “And I get attached.” I stood back up to my full height so I could take in his reaction. “Now doesn’t that just scare you shitless?

No, I’m not ever letting you go.” His words were raw with emotion. “I’ll let you leave here right now, but I’m not giving up on you. I’ll pursue you like I’ve never pursued anything in my life. I’ll fight until you have no choice but to believe that I love you with everything I am.

There's good sex, and then there's sex where the memory takes up permanent residence in your brain, changes the fucking chemical balance or something so that you crave it like a damn fix.  It makes you jones for it, gets under your skin like an itch.  That's the kind of sex this is.

It makes me sick, the way sadness is addicting. The way I can’t stop. Sadness is familiar. It’s comfortable and it’s easy in a sense that it comes naturally to me. But everything else about it is hard. The way my body aches with self-hatred. The way my mind spins and spins with hopeless thoughts. The way it poisons everything I do, every relationship I have. Yet it’s addicting, because I know sadness, and I know it very well. And there’s a sort of comfort in that, like being home after a trip or sleeping in your own bed after being away. There’s just a sense that this is where I belong. This is how it’s supposed to be.