Kelly Moran Quotes - Page 2

I remain someone of little consequence, as if nothing more than dandelion fluff caught on a breeze.

Maybe he was going to hell. Except, he could’ve sworn that was where he’d been the past ten years.

Before she knew it, she was just another set of eyes in a dusty attic, waiting for the stairs to creak.

An hour in her presence, and he was ready to hit his knees, submit to her every whim.

He bit back a weary sigh and tried to remember strangling her would solve squat.

She had yet to actually call him by his real name. The psychologist in him had all kinds of theories as to why. The man in him wanted to hear her say it. Just once.

I'm still the same guy you knew five minutes ago.

I have something I need to get off my chest.”“What’s that?”“This.” He closed his mouth over hers.

There’s a lot of frogs to kiss before you realize they’re all frogs.

God. He was an eye-gasm if she ever saw one.

The algorithms in his hard drive scrambled and his coding short-circuited. Like she’d downloaded a virus right into his system, he got feverishly hot.

If you’re trying to tell me you’re not used to mattering to someone, I might just bleed out right here on the floor.

He couldn’t grab reality if he attempted the task with both hands.

It took a pair of ghosts to open my eyes.

She was supposed to be my salvation, and though she wouldn’t be my ruin, the loss was going to thrust my life right back to what started my downward spiral in the first place.

I look at you and my heart pounds, when for years, I don't think it beat at all. You fill the cracks and crevices, take away the emptiness. And when you're not by my side, the loss is unimaginable.

We all have our handicaps. You're not mine.

Lord, but did he grow up nice.

Turned out, monsters were capable of love after all. But it didn’t mean they should.

Matters of the heart were important, but people tended to put too much stock in the particular organ when, in retrospect, it was only tissue. It pumped blood and the body couldn’t live without it, sure, but it had no actual bearing on love. The soul was what made a person distinct—the part that lived on after death, how one being connected to another, and what bound essence.

When the leaves stop falling wasn't her time to die, it was your time to live.

I want you. And I usually get what I want. I had to wait too long to have you already.

He could be doing quantum physics in his head or undressing her in his mind—she’d never know the difference.

I think only when you are truly alone can you see you never were.

He'd never need a camera to remember this, and damn if he ever wanted anyone but him to see her like she was at this moment.