Quotes by J. Raymond

Shell let you put her in her place. But she wont stand for anything worse than first.

I was well aware of her ghosts. Id met them, once or twice, during her darkness nights. I knew you were my one when you wouldnt run, she said. How could I? Of course I stayed, when her ghosts scared my own away. What others were too afraid to see, meant everything to me.

Its not about who loves her. Its about how you love her. You have to learn the difference between what she says, and what she means. Dont just make her laugh. Try and understand why she smiles. Plenty have told her shes beautiful, but can you make her feel that way too? Theres a difference, see. Compliments might cage her, while empowerment sets her free. My God, what matters to her is not just who flatters her. Theres a language to her love youll need to learn. Speak it true, and I promise you, the best of her, is what youll earn.

She played hard to get, because she was. And it wasnt a game to her to play. She was hard to get, and hard to get. Dont you understand? She was the one that got away. Either way, if she stayed or strayed, you were better for loving her. And if she loved you back, you learned to breathe easy. Like the air in your world was lighter with her in it. We all know that one we will always look back on and wonder What if?....Shes hard to get, harder to keep, and hardest to forget.

Shell let you put her in her place, But she wont stand for anything worse than first.

Her taste still teased my tongue, and her touch tipped my fingers. Her smile licked my lips, and her heart beat my own. So I tugged on her sheets, like it was a cape. To me, she was a God damned super hero, and underneath, was everything I need. Her super powers on top of me.

They say, What doesnt kill you makes you stronger....I dont agree. Some things that didnt kill me, came so close that theyre still damaging. They didnt make me better. Some things made me worse. And cant that be okay too? Cant some things just break you? This whole fucking world wants you to believe that admitting defeat makes you weak. For Gods sake, bleed. And bleed openly. There can be pride in vulnerability. Honesty is maturity. And really, its the things that did kill me, that made me.

She persisted when I resisted. And thank God for that. Because the number of storms I needed to go through before appreciating the way the wind whipped through her hair was one to many. Now, Id move mountains to make her mine. Rain or shine.

I fell in love, and she fanned my flames. They spread to soon, Quickly and uncontrollably. I had finally found the one willing to catch fire, side by side, while the world watched us burn.

Something about her was different that day. In an instant, she swallowed her regrets, choked back her past, and swore to make history every damn day. There I stood, struggling to make sense of the strength of a woman.

Its an amazing thing when you finally settle in to knowing youll never fit in. The difference between the rest of the world and you; you feel to much about too many things. And most others feel not enough, about too few. Keep standing out. Keep showing the crowd what beautifully flying free is all about.

Its not the small of her back, her thighs, or her chest or eyes that matter most. Its the parts of her shes afraid to show that you should get to know.

The magic of each day lives in the unknown. Its waking up as one person, and accepting that when night falls, we may be someone else entirely. So, when you ask what my story is, forgive me----Im not quite sure yet.

Dont fall in love with me. Not unless youre ready for a God damn fight. I dont do fragility, or friction and fairy tales. I want you to be irrational because Im irrational. Be bold. Speak your mind. I want your wildfires and obscenities. I want your passion and priorities. Protect whats yours. Ill defend whats ours. Let us fight against routines and bad habits, and anything typical. And dont you dare quit. Not on us, not on yourself. God help the person who threatens us. Forgive me when I let you down, but dont overlook it, or allow it. Were all insecure about something. Show me yours. Were all terrified sometimes. Turn to me. People come in and out of my life so often and easily that I just look for a love that stays. I dont mind your blemishes or scars, I have a few of my own. Dont be another flash in the pan. Falling for me will be easy. Staying with me will be impossible. But you deserve a love that most people dont believe in anymore.

When I asked her if she was afraid to fall in love, she damn near doubled over. Afraid? My heart has been through hell and back. Yet it never quits, refuses to rest, gives without asking in return, and is deeper than the deepest sea. Its love, my dear, that should fear me. That night my heart was signed, by my one of a kind.