Quotes by Cassandra Giovanni

Everyone wanted me to be the bad boy, the label wanted it, the publicists wanted it, but I was just trying to be myself.

Your voice has haunted every inch of my soul since the last time I heard it…my world had been so dark, void of sound and then I heard you sing again—and it exploded. Everything came crashing down on me that I’d been holding in, and then I was just a mess. But I wasn’t suffering in silence anymore. I was suffering from the impenetrable sound of your voice on repeat in my head.

Go take a shower, you smell like good sex and unnecessary regret.

I feel Ive lost every part of me...theres nothing left but the parts Ive given to you. I need you to hold those pieces together. Please dont forget who I was...then...then there really will be nothing left.

Thin lips trace bold lines across my skin with a single, lingering kiss.

I kissed him and let that emotion consume me, to settle the pain that had risen inside my soul—to heal the pain I knew he felt. I let it consume and override the doubt that all we really needed was one another. That this empty hole could be filled with the love we felt for one another.

Death abides by no ones rules...it takes what pleases it without consciousness to its decisions. It destroys what it will. It took the pieces of perfection I once knew and shattered them. Now what remains are shards of a dream, drawing blood with every step.

I know I’m the one who has shattered the perfection that was our souls as one.

Love hadn’t existed in this world. Only hate, deceit and lies, but by letting him in I’d let all of that crumble.By letting me in he’d done the same, and now we were engaged in an even deadlier game than before.

I loved him desperately, completely, and he wasn’t threatening to consume me anymore. He already had. Everything that was me was him. My heart, mind and soul all were as much a part of him as they were me.

Tonight they granted at least one wish,” I whispered, and I lowered my head so our lips drifted over one another. “I love you Adam, no matter how lost you are…or I am…I will only ever love you.

Writing isnt about creating perfect characters. Theres no such thing. Its about creating characters that are real; flawed-- yet beautiful, in that they know they need another person. Needing someone else doesnt make them weak; if they believed all they needed was them self, they would be. A strong heroine isnt afraid to admit that a best friend, or soul mate, is exactly what they need at one moment or another. A strong heroine never stands alone. They stand tall; they believe in who they are. They are perfect in every human flaw, because as humans we are flawed. And in every flaw, I see the perfection of their souls. Writers breath life into simple words and create beings--flaws and all.

Sometimes we dream of things that weve always wanted--of things that we have been searching for our whole lives without knowing it...and other times we wake up and know what we have to do. I have to write...so I do.

I’ve never had a reason to survive—no reason to question the way things were. I lived because I was told to…now I live because I want to. I survive because I want to know what is outside the deception we’re buried in, and I want to experience it with you. You’re the only person I’ve ever trusted, and now you’re the reason I’m going to fight. I don’t know how we’re going to make it out of here, but we’ll find a way. We’ll find a better life.

Make me a weapon,” I whispered as he pulled away. “Make it so I never have to dream about this again—make it so we can have this…forever.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words...theyll destroy my soul.

Tell me why it feels like youre a part of my soul?

Most things in my life are anything but simple--but loving you is. I just do.

I know who you are...Ive fallen hard for that person, and I sure as hell am not going to let you fade into your past.

For so long music has been my heart, but now its you...youre my heart.