J.M. Darhower Quotes

If you expect nothing, you aren't disappointed when you get nothing

They were two broken kids, desperate to be whole again, struggling to find balance in a world out of their control

I prefer delivery and solitude.

Good," he says. "Because I'm about to fuck you like I don't.

For her, then," Michael said.
Luce sighed. "For her.

Sweetheart, you don't even know the half of it.I envy you more than you could possibly understand.

Fuck those motherfuckers

It's fascinating. Did you know that Moanin' Lisa failed Home Ec last year? It proves the point, bro. You can't turn a hoe into a housewife.

Really?"
"Yeah. I see that asshole every day when I look in the mirror. I don't need a picture of him."
"Thank you," she said enthusiastically.

He was her home. He always had been.

His lips are the softest thing about him, warm and gentle, like a slice of heaven wrapped in hell, so worth battling the flames to feel his fire.

Only you," she said, as if she could read his mind. "It'll only ever be you, Carmine.

I know," he said quietly. "But I also know there's a thin line between good and evil. There's a gray area, one we all step into.

Aw, you shouldn't judge a flower by who picket it.

Nobody fucks with an Archangel. Nobody.

The closest he got to being Prince Charming was being a Principe della Mafia, but there was nothing remotely romantic about that.

Sometimes secrets have the power to kill. The power to destroy. We each hold nuclear weapons inside of us.

But love is anything but rational. Love is ugly, and messy. Love makes no fucking sense. And I love him, as impossible as that may be.

You owe nothing more.

He watches you the way Nicholas watched Samantha.

He touches my body but he tears at my soul, ripping pieces out of me that are now his and his alone.

It's not the darkness that's terrifying, it's what you might find in it.

another day. I have purely selfish motives. I'm a

I'm paraphrasing, but yeah, a friend out of the Chicago organization did." "Chicago? You tried planting your seed in the DeMarco family?

Everything I do, I do it in excess; everything I have, I have more of than I'll ever need.

Maybe love made you kiss all messy. Maybe love made you hungry for faces.

He motions toward my discarded cigarette butt. Littering

She was free, she realized, and freedom terrified her.

I just wanted the hatred inside of him - the pride, the anger, the arrogance - to finally go away.

Every girl wants her very own Jack Dawson.

But you should never jump unless you know you can fly, or at least float. Nobody wants to fall. That's how you end up hurt.

Maybe he was dangerous, but for some reason, she trusted him.

To exist, and to love, and to worship," He said. "They're my children.

Well, I guess we know now who has the biggest penis here.

I'm with her simply because I want to be. Because I need to be. Because she needs me, I think, and if I'm being honest, I need her just as much.

That was me, angel.

I promise to love you forever.

You wanna be God? Go rule Hell, kid.

Come on, I'm not going to bite you. I'm not a vampire.

I've seen love bring a monster back to life before, but most of the time, the monster just loves you to death.

Lust was his favorite sin, without a doubt.

You don't pay to look at art. You pay to keep a piece of it.

A real man would never abandon his family.

When you've got nothing left inside of you except for darkness, it becomes easier to snuff out somebody else's light.

Don't know what?" "Why?" "Why what?" "Why me?" He stares at me for a moment. "Why not you?

The world isn't always black and white. sometimes, it's gray, and sometimes that gray explodes into colors you never knew existed before.

Can I keep you? he whispered, laughing and pulling away from her as soon as the words came out. Whats wrong with me? I'm quoting Casper.

It amazes me, how the pursuit of wisdom tends to turn people into shells of their former selves.

You were worth it.

It's okay, Daddy," Lexie says, smiling as she reaches over and pats the back of my hand. "Don't be sad. I still like playing with you, too.

I get to watch you inhale. I get to make you breathe. It's like you're coming back from death, and it's a goddamn beautiful thing to see.

Why does society always have to move on to something new when the old still works just as fucking good, you know?

What turns you on more?" he asks, his hands grasping my thighs as he pulls me up. "The fighting or the fucking?

You and me ... we love differently. But that doesn't mean you don't love her, in your own twisted way.

He's a beast. A monster.
And he looks like he wants to devour me.

I'm not heartless - my heart is just hardened, while the rest of me is hollow.

You want to know what I think about when I look at you, Karissa?"
"What?"
"I think there's nobody else like you in the world.

Besides, books are nothing more than paper and ink, anyway. They're like, dead trees all covered in tattoos, and I happen to think that's beautiful.

I don't need much Haven, but I do need you.

Oggi uccidiamo, domani moriremo, he said, his gloved hand making the sign of the cross. Today we kill, tomorrow we die.

He fucks me like he means it

They say when seeking revenge, dig two graves, one for you and one for them.

She seemed like a keeper. Housewife material, verses your usual whorehouse type.

I love this dangerous, menacing asshole.

Rats die. That's just how it is. Loose lips get sewn shut before they're tossed right off the ship.

I can't save the world, Haven, but I'll save you... even it's the last thing I do.

If she married me, I'd follow her to the gates of Hell.

He was Carmine Marcello DeMarco ... and even broken, he was beautiful.

I learned how to do that from him, how to use a knife
gracefully like it's an extension of my limb.
I just use it differently.

Edward Cullen?" "Yeah, you know, the vampire? From Twilight?

Maybe Cinderella didn't live happily ever after. Maybe, come midnight, she wanted to run away. Maybe her price wouldn't let her. Mine didn't.

I can't save the world, Haven, bur I'll save you ... even if it's the last thing I do.

Uh, I'm thankful for you all, even if you get on my nerves sometimes," Carmine said. "Oh, and orgasms ... definitely thankful for those.

That's because I prefer it that way," he responded. "Strong and rough, enough to leave a lingering ache. I like it to hurt just a bit." Oh

Melody's an F5 tornado, and I've easily settled into my roll of playing National Guard and cleaning up her messes.

He ignites something inside of me, stirring up these little sparks in my gut that send jolts through my body, like a defibrillator to the heart.

When you dream, you can go anywhere.

You and I, we can be the best of friends, but don't expect to find your fairy tale under my roof. You got me?

What do you do when the thing you want most suddenly feels like it's beyond your
fingertips?

No one is more grateful to be alive than someone who thought they were going to die.

I thought I could play with you a bit, and let you go, but once I had you, Karissa, I had to keep you. I couldn't walk away.

She wasn't a girl to be fucked. She was a girl to be made love to.

The man has fucked me in every sense of the word.

You're delusional." "You mispronounced handsome." She scoffs. "Not today. You look like shit.

Because God knows, if He ever took Celia from me, I'd burn the world down around us all

I can respect a murderer, and a thief, but I have no respect for someone who lies straight to my
face.

Don't tell me something happened to her," I say, "not unless you want the world to burn.

He's a drug, an addictive one, and I'm not sure it's a habit I can kick. All it took was one hit. One strong, euphoric hit and I was hooked.

Tupac was around back in my wind-up phonograph days, you know.

I'll be a son of a bitch,

The dream lives on, Reece, and it never gives up on you, no matter what you might think. Dreams sometimes just change.

Yeah, you're right, it's not," he agreed. "For the record, though, I only tie girls up when they ask me to." His

You're crying," he whispered. "You're fucking crying.

Oh, I haven't done anything to you, angel." He leaned forward, his lips near her ear as he whispered, "Yet.

We die the day we lose the will to go on. We die the day we stop caring about life.

I'm young, and maybe I'm naive, and he's dark, and maybe he's a bit dangerous.

Look at you making a joke! You're funny. No wonder Carmine fell in love with you.

it's beauty sleep for the beautiful," he says, looking at me, "but there's no rest for the wicked.

Good night, my hummingbird," Carmine whispered. "I'll keep you in my dreams.

I've skimmed through it a dozen times, the book glued to my side the past few days, like maybe the information will sink in through osmosis.