Variation Rebecca Yarros Quotes

Messy is good, love. Messy is where the best parts of life happen.

Truth always differs depending on who’s telling the story, and in complicated situations, there are countless variations.

Messy is good, love. Messy is where the best parts of life happen. You don’t have to be in control at all times. It’s okay if you fall apart.

And then she laughed. I fell in love with her all over again. Not the quiet, observant girl she’d been, or the friend I’d let down, but the woman she’d grown into, beautiful and strong, scarred and still laughing.

Why are you brave for everyone but yourself?

Dreams aren’t stagnant, Allie. They grow. They shift.

That is just a sparkly hall of mirrors, and staring too long through the lens of how other people perceive you is bound to start distorting how you see yourself.

First means nothing. Last means everything.

The curse of being in the right place at the right time is that sometimes there isn’t a right thing to do.

Nostalgia hit with a wicked right hook.

Time began and ended with him.

Because you’ve entered the find-out portion of your relationship,” Gavin answered. “You know, because you fucked around, and now—

This wasn’t chemistry. This was combustion. And I was here for it.

That’s a very real fact of life. I live in a constant state of wanting you. I have since I was seventeen years old. Wanting you is all I know.

Hudson, do me a favor and at least say goodbye to her this time before you go, would you? It would be a shame for me to go to jail for acting on a decade’s worth of intrusive thoughts when it comes to your demise.

Messy is good, love. Messy is where the best parts of life happen. You don’t have to be in control at all times. It’s okay if you fall apart. I promise I will be right here to put you back together if you just let me.

This is the last time we’re discussing this,” Hudson warned. “I’m not breaking up with Allie. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever, if I get a say. Letting her go was the worst mistake I’ve ever made in my life, and I’ll be damned if your inability to pull your head out of your ass is going to cost me the only chance I have with her.

It’s never the same. There are a million variations of any situation. No two people are alike. The tiniest change to any encounter could leave us with very different results. I like to think of the possibilities as a tree. Maybe you start with the one path—” He tapped the nearest trunk. “But fate throws all the branches out and what seems like a tiny choice, left or right, becomes another and another, until the possibilities of what could have been are endless.

I wanted to be engraved, etched, and carved so deeply into her soul that she’d never get me out.

I’ve waited eleven years to kiss you.

We were all doing the wrong things for what we thought were the right reasons,

irrevocably in love with,

He did not just say that. Pretty sure my therapist heard that all the way from New York City.

I’d never wanted anyone—anything—the way I needed Allie. I kissed her like she was air and I’d spent the last decade swimming for the surface.

Same team. Stop trying to draw my blood. Leaving Allie the first time bled me dry already.

Too fucking mine,

I couldn’t imagine a lifetime when I would ever tire of looking into his eyes.

Observant could easily be mistaken for quiet, especially with that many siblings around.

By the end of that summer, she was my best friend. By the end of the next, she hated me. And I didn’t blame her.

You need to stop hiding behind what everyone else wants, because you’re the only one responsible for your happiness.

And when you’re ready to admit it, five minutes won’t cut it. I’ll devote hours, days, nights to being incredibly personal with you.

So while sure, it makes me jealous that there are a couple of guys here who have seen you naked, I actually feel sorry for them because they’ll never have you again.” I tugged her close and let the words fly like the revelation they were. “But I will. First means nothing. Last means everything.” And

Ballerinas don’t eat strawberry shortcake, honey,” Caroline said. “Or ice cream, or cupcakes, or anything that might put an extra ounce on their perfect little bodies.” I sent up a silent prayer of forgiveness to Lina, because I was so fucking done. “She doesn’t eat strawberry shortcake because she’s allergic to strawberries,” Hudson snapped. “Hence why I got her a brownie. She loves chocolate. And before you start in on any more of your bullshit, let’s just get this over with. Her birthday is March seventh. Her favorite movie is Titanic, which I’ve never really understood, but fine, I’ll sit through it again. She prefers Bloch over Capezio for pointe shoes. She’d rather watch sunsets than sunrises, can annoyingly taste the difference between different types of bottled water, and puts sugar in her coffee and milk in her tea. Oh, and she’s only indecisive because too many people tell her what they think she should want, and she likes to make everyone happy at her own expense. Is that enough for you, Caroline?

It’s never the same. There are a million variations of any situation. No two people are alike. The tiniest change to any encounter could leave us with very different results. I like to think of the possibilities as a tree. Maybe you start with the one path— ... But fate throws all the branches out and what seems like a tiny choice, left or right, becomes another and another, until the possibilities of what could have been are endless.

Hudson might be the baddest motherfucker alive to the US Coast Guard, but you put Allie Rousseau in a room with him and he’ll trip over his own feet.

Denying you the little orgasm you almost took so I can ruin you with the one I’m going to give you.

I thought I’d understood the meaning of yearning, but I hadn’t really. Not until right now.

I’m the one who needs you.” He lowered his head toward mine. “I need you, Allie. I always have.

I’m so glad the rest of the world gets to see you shine the way I do.

emotion, but it’s when you would give up everything for that person’s happiness. When their smile is essential to your heartbeat. When you know the gnarled, darkest, ugliest parts of each other, and you don’t turn away.

Kind of impossible when there’s only one of them.

The ocean wouldn't care if I dance or retired, if I kissed Hudson or walked away. The waves would come regardless of my relationship with Juniper, and they would keep coming long after we were only memories. In a way, my insignificance was comforting enough that I could finally speak the truth.

You don’t have to be in control at all times. It’s okay if you fall apart.

time wasn’t a given.

When you don’t give your body time to heal, it will take the time from you.

Damn, Allie, you really don’t get it, do you?” “That he’s selfless? Yeah, choosing a career where he literally risks his life for other people clued me in.” I folded my arms. “No, that you’re his dream. He’s in love with you,” Gavin countered.

Hudson leaned in and brushed his lips over my ear. “I fucking love when you say your name almost as much as when you say mine.

Look at us, making it through the night without falling prey to the one-bed trope.

You don’t have to handle everything on your own, Allie. You can be scared, and you can love Juniper even if it’s messy. Messy is good, love. Messy is where the best parts of life happen. You don’t have to be in control at all times. It’s okay if you fall apart. I promise I will be right here to put you back together if you just let me.

Allie knew I was anything but humble. She’d known I was impetuous, and cocky, and so fucking arrogant, and liked me anyway.

God, had it always been like this around her? Hard to breathe from just a look?

I slipped my hand between the rigid muscles of his abs and the elastic of his boxer briefs and found him hot and hard.

It was hard to explain how the thought of making myself presentable two days in a row, of the effort it took to appear like I was enjoying myself because that’s what everyone expected, was daunting as hell.

So don’t tell me she didn’t break your heart. I saw the truth with my own eyes.” “You saw your truth.” I pivoted to look down at my big sister. “But mine? I left her. I broke her.

You want to stay with me? Then stay.” “Just for the night?” she clarified. “For as long as you want. I told you I’d take you any way I could get you, even one night at a time.

Look at us, making it through the night without falling prey to the one-bed trope.” Her feet hit the floor. “The what?

I was a kid in a candy store and Allie was pure sugar.

He was absolutely ruining me, and I was letting him.

I want that first kiss.

He was heat and warmth, and I’d been so damned cold for too long.

How had he unraveled me so completely in only five freaking minutes?

Hell yes. Fuck yes. Absolutely yes. Screw a plan. Whatever she wanted, she could have.

I kissed her like she was air and I’d spent the last decade swimming for the surface.

I will do anything to be with you, to keep you, to make this work. I have never felt anything more real in my life.

You are the subject of every fantasy I’ve ever had.

You’re going to ruin me for anyone else, aren’t you?

Oh, and as for Hudson, he’s built like a Greek god and fucks like one, too, so I’m all taken care of.

There she is. God, I’ve missed you.

Goodbye, Hudson.

started, “but it turned out to be nothing.

My gaze darted over the professional pictures, ninety percent of which were taken with us in costume, as though the only moments worth recording for public consumption occurred when we performed.

I would have told her anything she wanted to bring the fire back into her eyes.

You know, Allie’s walls were about six feet high as a teenager, just short enough for me to peek over. I was never foolish enough to think she let me all the way in, not with the way you Rousseau girls keep secrets for each other.” Allie had only let me into the places she felt safe enough to share. I turned at the base of the steps to face Anne. “But now, those walls are thick as hell and easily twenty feet tall, if not more, which is fine—I know how to climb—but we both know those bricks aren’t all because of me.

She’s limiting my creative expression.

She was the exception to every rule I ever set for myself.

Savannah,

We were connected, bound by fate, or luck, and that would never change.

Allie, I’ve loved you for eleven years. Anything less than me waking up next to you every morning would feel fucking glacial.

She was the water, and I was now a sieve. Being numb had some perks.

But I will. First means nothing. Last means everything.” And that right there is why you get called reckless.

He drowned out the noise of the outside world by becoming the center of mine.

Will you just let me hold you for once?” His arms tightened. “You don’t have to handle everything on your own, Allie. You can be scared, and you can love Juniper even if it’s messy. Messy is good, love. Messy is where the best parts of life happen. You don’t have to be in control at all times. It’s okay if you fall apart. I promise I will be right here to put you back together if you just let me.” Maybe it wouldn’t hurt if I gave in,

And you're calling me because..." "Because I fucked up." "Okay. In a you-sneaked-Melanie-Dunn-into-your-room-and-need-to-get-her-out-before-Mom-sees kind of way? Or a need-to-bring-a-shovel kind of way? Gav, if it's a bring-your-own-shovel kind of event, calling me on the cell phone is what will get us featured on a true-crime podcast.

I remember you saying something about coming twice. Was that a brag? Or bluster?” My eyes searched his, and my skin prickled with anticipation. “It was a promise.

What are you doing?” “Denying you the little orgasm you almost took so I can ruin you with the one I’m going to give you.

He makes the choice, makes the save, has this aura of certainty that I’m not sure I ever will.” He reached up and tucked my hair behind my ear.

I stared at him and struggled to find a breath. He remembered all of that? Word by word, he’d somehow stitched the wound closed that his unexplained departure had left. Not healing it, not even scabbing it over, but stanching the blood loss.

Fuck, her lips were only inches from mine. I thought I’d understood the meaning of yearning, but I hadn’t really. Not until right now.

There was a reason I’d never flirted with her in our teens, never crossed the line. I’d instinctively known if I ever got my hands on her, I’d never let go.

That was not how our first kiss should have happened.” “Never thought you were the romantic type.” The joke fell flat. “I’ve waited eleven years to kiss you.

Good girl.” I locked eyes with her,

If she used her teeth on me, I’d give her every hoodie I owned.

of never settling for the skills you have now, knowing that you might be phenomenal, but still striving for that unattainable feeling of perfection.

Are you . . .” God, I’d felt how hard he was. “Okay?” He nodded once. “Nothing deflates me faster than the sight of your little sister.

I was a dreamer who’d fallen in love with a dreamer, and it was time to stop dreaming and act.

Whatever I said or did in the next five minutes would determine if I ever got the chance to actually know her, or if this would be a one-time encounter that always left me wondering.

Now go have the balls to tell that nice brunette that she’s auditioning for a role that was filled over a decade ago.

That . . .” I glanced pointedly at her phone. “That is just a sparkly hall of mirrors, and staring too long through the lens of how other people perceive you is bound to start distorting how you see yourself.

Maine,

Damn, I liked the way she said my name.