Leylah Attar Quotes

Take that, I said to the naughty paperback lying on the floor.

This is what he does to me. Open up the windows of my soul and push me out. Fly, dammit, fly!

No one knows how many tomorrows they have. That's what makes it all so precious.

He was an ocean of want and need. All the raging, submerged currents that he'd kept at bay unleashed themselves on me.

ceviche. It was a summertime staple at my

How do you deny a living, breathing feeling? How do you hack it and kill it and bury it so that it never surfaces again?

I prefer prickly roses.

I wish I could hold your hand outside this room, go for a walk, sit on a patio, watch the world go by.

It's me, MaMaLu," he said, trying to get the words past his clenched throat. "Your Estebandido is home." The

We had found a pocket of quiet, where all the ghosts in our minds had gone to sleep, and we were the only two people awake.

but this right here - this rain, this shack, this island, this moment - I want it to go on forever.

If I die tonight, I want to die remembering what it was like to hold the whole world in my hands.

You're ruled by things I can't compete with. Your rage trumps love, and hope, and faith.

Taleenoi olngisoilechashur.

My heart thunders like the hooves of a thousand wild horses.

MaMaLu knew how to fix things - lost things, hurt things, cracked things, cut and bruised things.

You snorted. And you call a dick a schlong.

There's a little girl in this room and she's stolen my heart. For the second time." I

But you can't shut Panic up, you know? She's a screaming, thrashing bitch, and she wanted out.

Tough boots, snug jeans and a wicked black leather jacket - trouble cruising for a place to land.

God, he was intense. And deliberate. And he could say things with his eyes that made my knees tremble.

You can either choose love or you can choose hate, because where one lives, the other will die." Damian

What we don't understand always scares us.

They tell you that an affair destroys everything, that there are no winners, that there is only heartbreak.

Because when we love, we carry it on the inside, and we can turn on its light even in our darkest moments. The deeper we love, the brighter it shines.

You're like the broken chapter of my favorite story.

Kiss me hard, then let me go,

It started long before this, when stars were mere particles in swirling clouds of dust. And every event since has conspired to bring us together.

I can promise you one thing. It'll be mad and passionate. Because I don't believe mediocre sex is worth having.

My grandma used to say that people born on the same day are two halves of the same soul

I wanted to know what your lips taste like after a smile.

If we base our decisions on all the things we're afraid of, we would be paralyzed with fear.

Nothing revives the cup of life more than a caustic splash of death.

Mind-blowing sex and love? That's enough for a damn good start in my book.

I wished I could see myself through his eyes. Then again, Damian never looked at me with his eyes. He looked at me with his soul.

If I ever found where he'd stashed my spiked heels, I was going to nail his black heart to the mast of his fucking boat.

Whether you say yes or no, you will always be my forever.

No one cares if, after a storm, they're washed ashore naked. Only that they are alive.

What's it like to face your own mortality? "It makes you think," I reply. "The big things, the small things. The dreams, the regrets.

She was my calm in the middle of chaos, a little piece of innocence untouched by the turbulence of the past.

If you think you can use her to get to me, you -"
"I don't need to use Sierra. I get to you just fine.

in her own zone, breathing her own air.

Hope is a hollow backbone.

If Troy Heathgate locks in on you,you're done for.Even when you know he's so,so bad for you,it feels so,so good.

The longer we stayed together, the longer our list of cuts and bruises grew - both inside and out.

It's always there, the fire between us, like glowing embers waiting to be stoked. One look, one kiss, one caress, and I come alive for him.

He reminded me of pain and darkness and a double-gauzed finger. I must have reminded him of botched-up vengeance and the monster within,