Quotes by Jessica Sorensen

Quinton: I think if every person had a Nova Reed in this world, then life would be a little sunnier.

You really need stitches, she tells me.Or youre going to have a scar. I try not to laugh. Stitches arent going to help. They fix skin, cuts, wounds, heal stuff on the outside. Everything broken with me is on the inside. I can handle scars, especially ones on the outside.

I wont let that night ruin you forever. But it did, it broke me into a million pieces and blew them away in the wind, like crumbled leaves.

Just you and me against the world.Always and forever.

So I let my shame own me, kill me, wilt me away into a thousand dead flakes, knowing if I kept it all in, she would never have to learn the dirtiness that was forever inside me--the bad, the ugly, the twisted. She could go on living her life happy, just like she deserved.

Youve always had a good grasp on whats right and wrong. You just have a hard time admitting that sometimes you choose the wrong.

It was an earthshattering kiss, one that stole breaths, stopped hearts, and scared the shit out of me because it surfaced feelings I’d never felt before, ones that rendered me helpless.

He stops rocking the cage. Oh, come on, Callie. It wont be fun if we dont rock it. In fact, the more we rock it, the better itll feel. His voice drops to a deep whisper. We can rock it nice and slow or really, really fast....Do I have your permission to rock away and give you the ride of your life? Why does it feel like hes secretly talking dirty to me? Yeah, go ahead, rock it nice and hard, I say without thinking, then bite down on my lip as the dirty section of my brain catches up with me. Honestly, I didnt even know that side existed.

Death. Its around more than people realize. Because no one wants to talk about it or hear about it. Its too sad. Too painful. Too hard. The list of reasons is endless.

Gemma, I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice is as smooth as silk as he winds around the bed, his radiant, green eyes fixed on me. “I promise I won’t hurt you. Everything’s okay.”I laugh sharply as I put weight on my weak legs. “That’s the biggest lie I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth, which says a lot since you’re the biggest liar I’ve ever met.

Carry me away. To where I can breathe. To where my soul can thrive again. To where I can be free. To where I can live again. Give me life. The ability to span my wings. And fly. Not fall. I never want to fall again. So help me survive. Allow me to flourish. And then let me forgive. (tattoo inscription)

You’re fucking special and if I want to act all possessive over you when some stupid art guy hits on you right in front of me, I’m going to. Either that or I’m going to have Ethan chase him down right now so I can punch him in the face.

One of the stall doors swings open and a fortyish-year-old woman walks out tucking her shirt into her jeans. Her heavy lined eyes land on Seth. This is the womens restroom. She points a finger to the door. Cant you read?Cant you see that everyone in this club is about twenty years younger than you? Seth retorts, turning to the mirror. With his pinkie, he messes with bangs. Now if youll excuse us, were going to have some fun.

No one has ever needed me before because I’ve never let anyone that far in.

I take my time because I love how it feels to carry her, the way she needs me, the way I need to protect her.

Because I mean it. I don’t care about anything else. I could lose anyone else and make it through. But not you, Ella May. I can’t do this without you.

“I can do pain. That’s the easy part of life. It’s everything else, happiness, laughter, love, that’s fucking complicated.”

“Just tell me what you need to make you happy. You.”

“I realize that even through the hard times I’m sure we’ll face, I’ll never be able to walk away from her. -Micha”