Rival Penelope Douglas Quotes

You’ve always wanted me. You know why? Because I don’t try to kill your demons. I run with them.

Fight. Fight through everything. Don’t leave the house angry or go to bed mad. Fight until it’s settled. The end of fighting is the beginning of giving up.

When you stepped on Jared’s toes, you’d get punched in the gut. If you stepped on Jax’s toes, he’d hack into the county database and issue a warrant for your arrest.

Sometimes I wore smiles but didn’t feel them. Sometimes I felt them and didn’t wear them. I didn’t want her to know how much I craved this. I bit my bottom lip.

Do you love me?" I nodded like a kid that wanted ice cream. "Yes." "Like love me so much that you wouldn't be able to kill me if I turned into a zombie?

Sometimes I wondered if the angels talked to get me to behave or to entice the devil to come out to play.

The thing is, Fallon . . . I told you before to lock the door if you wanted me to stay out. Funny thing is . . .” I leaned in. “You. Never. Did.

Mistakes can be dealt with. Loss of time can't.

But breaking was beautiful. It hurt, and it was an uphill climb back to sanity, but you came back stronger, fiercer, and more solid than you were before. Tate had obviously been through it, I had, and eventually so would K.C., I thought.

Whether or not he still wanted me, I knew he wouldn’t want anyone else to have me.

But breaking was beautiful. It hurt, and it was an uphill climb back to sanity, but you came back stronger, fiercer, and more solid than you were before.

You have to have something to love. Something to fight for to make living a goal instead of a job.

Madoc was always calm, after all. So calm all the damn time growing up. He didn’t shout or show his anger until he’d had enough. And you never knew exactly when that was going to be. That was the scary part about him.

But that was two years ago. She wasn’t sexy to me anymore. Now she was lethal.

He was here. We were alone. We were angry. Déjà vu.

A single composition can have so many meanings depending on the person playing.

He was soft and slow, gentle and attentive. Possessive.

Madoc has a winning personality, and he’s hot. But Jared is just hot. At least Madoc has more going for him. Was she on a mission from God to reform assholes?

Madoc, it’s Jax,” he said in a serious tone. “I’m at your house. Tate and I want confirmation you’re not drunk, high, or suicidal. Jared’s here, but he could care less. We’ll meet you after your game, or I’ll give Tate a crowbar and set her to work on your car.

I wanted him angry and out of his mind. I wanted to trap him.

Now, I knew more, and I knew what I wanted. I wasn’t afraid of taking it and taking chances.

But I found out that they were part of a façade that he adopted. When the clothes came off, so did Madoc’s mask. At night when he’d hang out in just jeans and nothing else, it was like I was seeing an entirely different guy. Strong. Powerful. Mine.

Fallon affected my body in weird ways. But only because she’s different, I told myself.

I knew exactly how I felt about Madoc. And I knew why I felt that way. I hated him. I hated what he did to me. But why in the hell did he hate me?

I talked a lot of shit, but truth be told, it was more for my ears than anyone else’s. Madoc was designer. I was Target. He was Godiva. I was Snickers. And as far as he was concerned, he was entitled, and I was the freeloading daughter of the gold- digging whore who had snagged his father.

Madoc thought I was dirt under his shoe. Screw him.

But we were different now. I wanted only his pain, and judging from the girl he’d come home with last night, Madoc was still the same. A user.

My attitude. It’s what I fed off of as well. It’s what made people like me.

Expressions like “the good ole days” implied that life used to be of a higher quality than it is now, but I think everything looks better in retrospect.

Guys didn’t like their cars messed with. And I didn’t like being messed with, so I guessed we were even.

Fallon and I were a lot like them. Only I didn’t love her, and she didn’t love me. I was infatuated with her once— and loved that she let me take my pubescent urges out on her— but we weren’t in love.

You just think I’m cool, because I have all of the seasons of Vampire Diaries on DVD.

Most guys, Madoc, like something different. You know why you want to see me in “nice,” skimpy things? Because the more I show, the less I’m hiding. I scare you.

This is why Madoc was going to be a great lawyer like his dad. Working people wasn’t just about the words you spoke. It was about body language, tone, and timing. Keep your voice natural, your body relaxed, and distract them with a change of subject as soon as possible. Here it comes in three, two, one . . . “Come on,” he nudged Addie. “It’s fine.

Chase. Harder.

Fallon continued. “We learned in school that bullies abuse others because they feel bad about themselves. They’re hurting.” She brought up her knees and locked her arms around them, her tone light and taunting. “We shouldn’t be mad. We should pity them." Madoc has never had to make a real decision in his entire life, which means he’s never had anything real. This house, the cars, the money. It’s all an illusion. It’s like parading a victory when you missed the war.” She took a breath and whispered slowly. “Madoc has no idea who he is.

Oh, shit!” My breath caught as I slid, and I stupidly kept my weight on Tate, which was too much for her. Backward I fell and into my lap she stumbled. We slammed to the floor, hitting the wood hard. I’d probably bruised every damn inch of my ass, but Tate was cool. She landed on me. That was cool for me, too.

feeling strangely disconnected from the girl I used to be yet so glad to have found her again.

.....The end of fighting is the beginning of giving up." #FavoriteQuote

Madoc has no idea who he is.

Smiles will come again, and time heals some wounds and soothes the onesie can't.

To my thinking, when someone gave out their compliments and good opinions rarely, they meant more.

Women always have to ask questions they really don't want the answers to

For all intents and purposes, he was a fun guy.

I never expected to feel better. I just wanted them to feel worse.

I punched every wall in the goddamn house, Fallon. But I swallowed it down. Because that’s what we do. We swallow every brick of shit this world feeds us until the wall inside of us is so strong that nothing breaks it.

Mistakes can be dealt with. Loss of time can't

Why is the whiskey gone?!” I imitated Captain Jack Sparrow and pounded my fist on the counter.

Her eyes had always looked dark and lost to me, like she was searching for something but wouldn't know it if she found it.

shooting out of every pore.

I often wonder if the past looks better to people because they hate the present so much or if it looks better because it was better. Expressions like “the good ole days” implied that life used to be of a higher quality than it is now, but I think everything looks better in retrospect. After all, it’s not like we get the chance to go back and relive it knowing what we know now and test that theory.