Phantom Hd Carlton Quotes

There isn’t a life where I wouldn’t be your phantom, or a death where I wouldn’t be your reaper.

I call you my rose because for you, I would take all your pain so you would suffer none,” I tell her softly. “I would go through hell for you. Die for you. Do anything you asked. I love you, mia rosa. More than you will ever know.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to only love you in the dark when you deserve to be loved in the light?

If Genevieve is my end, then I open the door to death with no hesitation.

The only waterfall I’m interested in is the one I’ll be drinking from between your thighs. Now face forward and bend over the railing, mia rosa. I won’t ask you again.

I lean closer to her ear. “No, mia rosa, not even God can have you,” I growl. “You’re mine, and you will only pray to me.

Come sit on my lap, pretty girl. Let me take care of you.

Let the ghosts judge. Unlike them, I have a life to live,

How dare he not even care! “Men,

if I wasn’t already in love with her before, I’m utterly powerless to her now.

There will never be another, nor will I live a life without you. Death awaits us all, Genevieve. Even still, it will not keep me from you.

You’ve lost your mind,” I breathe. “Since the moment I saw you,” he confirms.

What’s your name?” I ask again breathlessly. “Ronaldo.” “Do you want to hurt me, Ronaldo?” “Never,” he answers. “I only want to cherish you, Genevieve.” “How do you know my name?” “I know everything about you. Just as I know you will love me, too.

I would follow you anywhere, Genevieve. If you were standing at the edge of the earth and wanted to fall, I would only stop you long enough to take hold of your hand so I could go with you. There isn’t a life where I wouldn’t be your phantom, or a death where I wouldn’t be your reaper.

Love cannot define what I feel for you. But I will settle for it with my words and show you what I truly feel with my actions.

I’m a bad man, but I won’t be her monster. No. I want to be her savior.

There is little in life I’m deserving of—little that I allow myself to indulge in. Yet you are the crux of all my selfish desires. I would cease to breathe if I could not share air with you, Genevieve. If I can’t live with you, I refuse to at all.

I have no death wish, but some days, I have no will to live, either.

butterflies in my stomach and I are old friends,

My mother told me a story about the time my father asked her out on their first date. He was in love with her and chased after her wherever she went. She said he’d asked her on dates a thousand times before, and every time she would ask him why. He would give these shallow reasons, like her beauty or her smile and so on. So, she said no. Then, one day, he came to her with a single rose in his hands, the thorns plucked from the stem. He handed it to her and asked her on a date. When she asked why, he admitted that he was dirt poor and stole that rose from his neighbor’s garden. The owner caught him and shot at him for trespassing. Clearly, he got away unscathed except for his bleeding hand. The thorns had pricked him, and he couldn’t fathom giving my mother a rose when it could hurt her. So, he sheared them from the stem and ran straight to her. He told her that despite his nearly dying, he’d do it again. That he’d put himself through hell just to see her smile. That he would take all her pain so she would suffer none.