Quotes by Nadège Richards

I doubt I was much of a storyteller, but I would have put that smile in my book. On page 104, right next to the image of the Ward. I would have written it on my heart. I would have proofread it a thousand times under a thousand moons until a thousand tears thoroughly rationalized what it meant to me. Each time for when I’d met the darkness, and then succumbed. The smile read “you can’t break me’”—bold and in italics.

Eli . . .” I rasped. I lost track of where his kisses landed, where his fingers touched, and grew too comfortable in his arms. “I can’t.”“You can,” he urged, pulling back and grinding my hips against his. Heat quickly rushed to my cheeks. “I have you. I found you, and I’m not letting you go.”“You don’t—” Eli’s mouth crashed down on mine, stealing a kiss, and I freakin’ lost it. His mouth was absolutely sinful and there was nothing gentle about him, either. Eli was out for something good and was determined to get it. Euphoria sliced through my drunken haze and I grinned as I kissed him back. When his hands slid up my dress and his tongue pushed past my teeth, I moaned loudly and wrapped my legs around his waist.Just this. I can do this.Eli’s fingers inched closer to my panties and I threw my head back against the building to catch my breath.Oh, my God.Lights flashed behind my eyes and the red and blue spots showered over me like rain. “I-I have a wedding tomorrow. My friend’s,” I muttered, almost pulling away. To my ears, it didn’t even sound like a coherent sentence.“Cielo, I don’t really care.” Eli glanced up at me from his place between my flushed breasts and leaned in to suck my bottom lip into his mouth.“I’m drunk.”“Good.” His hand beneath my dress tugged and I heard the audible rip of my panties. “So am I.

And even when they refuse to listen, Ill keep talking anyway, hoping on a slim chance that the things inside my head are worth something to someone.

Dont judge me by my books. Theyre not my voices, and they were never my stories to tell.

Theres a story here.A catastrophic silence where our thoughts and feelings collide ...Where your sweetness overrides my senses and our bodies move to the same tune.The same song.The same melody.The same stroke.The same rhythm.Its our story, Trinity, and its just begging to be told.

Youre mine, Echo, and Ill treasure you forever.

And so Ive written everything down, too afraid of my demons and what they may say, the doubt that eats at me from the inside. Too afraid that Ill forget and itll all be a madwomans dream.

The clouds wont shatter my dreams, but this is a story about how I lost myself to the storm.And somethings got me tethered to you...Always to you...They think Im crazy... I love him. I swear, I do.Then why are you here, T?Esto es complicado, Eli. Its all the lies I made up to get away from you, the distance I drove to free myself, thats brought me here. Its that moment before your kiss and the sound of my name on your lips. Its you thats taken me the five miles I needed to be where you are. I wont run again.“What are we doing?”“We’re LIVING.

When you have something this good, you keep it. Forever. And thats all the magic there is to it.

The sun rises in the east every morning and falls in the west, Ayden. Darknesses are awaken and fate is tested, destinies are foreseen. Thy soul the only enemy, a hero is born. A new light rises once again...

I had no tears to shed nor a prayer for the deceased... There is no hope for the hopeless.

I dont like forgetting, Elías, I said with my eyes closed. A single tear slipped down my cheek and I let it. I dont want to forget these moments that constantly remind me of who I am, who I was, and who you are. I dont want to forget my past and all the things about this world thats brought me here. With you.So then why do you try? he asked, his gaze searching my face. Be here with me, T. Exist with me, because there isnt any other way Id love you more.I-I dont belong to you.Bullshit. Youve belonged to me since that night on the alabaster hill. I had you then, and I swore to keep you.You-Just stop. Eli placed a finger to my lips as he held me closely and slid a hand down my back. He palmed my shoulder and the place where a piece of him would forever harbor. Stop making up excuses. Stop hiding. Stop running from me. Youre the light at the end of my tunnel, my saving grace, and you dont even know it, Trinity.

This is a story about survival.Letting go and learning to let in. Getting along and moving on. The truth about life.The things left unsaid...

Life can be seen through several spectrums of light, but it’s the person who is doing the soul searching that defines what they may see.

You just know something is amiss, when you look at someone and long for something that is not yours or you cannot have. Its an absence--a loss of a heartbeat.

There goes the girl with the wings, they say. The damned dreamer with her eyes shut to the world.There goes the misguided soul with her heart buried in the ground.They taunt. They lie. They lie. THEY LIE.I dont pretend to understand life. THEY LIE.

I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky. I heard it, and it said, The world will never understand.

I cant explain my feelings for him...theyre strange. But he says it is why we are so much alike, why I dream of him. He calls it The Craving.

This proves the significance of individualism; being able to face the music, to embrace it, and then create something beautiful from it. You can’t truly be happy unless you’re unhappy sometimes and the pinnacle of life can only be reached when one can carve their own path.

I write because Im free,because I can,because I will. I write because I must,because Im breathing,because Id go crazy otherwise,because its who I am.I write to make a statement,to share my thoughts,to discover myself,to express my ideas.But most of all, I write for future generations.I write for love. I write to inspire.I write to encourage. I write for me.