Cole McCade Quotes

#1. All because he knew how to use her in just the right way to make her feel loved.

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#2. Do you know how it feels to be fire wrapped in a woman's skin, but always feel like you're drowning?

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#3. She'd always hated that. People who thought they knew her, who loved to tell her who she was and what she wanted, who swore they knew better than her own inner heart when she said No. No, that's not me at all.

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#4. Complexities only happen when we are indecisive, dear child.

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#5. He needed a story to go with her wildness, her coldness, her hollowness. The real story was that she'd had everything and hadn't deserved it, when she'd still wanted something else to sate a broken twisting emptiness that couldn't be filled.

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#6. I've always had a thing for men with large hadron colliders.

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#7. She'd thought she'd left this behind. This crushing awful feeling of something unfulfilled, something she kept reaching for only to be dragged away and mired in others' needs and expectations and the cloying sick grasping of their love.

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#8. She thought it was Sylvia Plath who'd said something about girls not being machines that you put kindness coins in until sex fell out,

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#9. But she looked for the emotions and they weren't there; just scraps and tatters, clinging to the empty place where they belonged. She had no feeling left, hollowed out and lost and wondering how she'd ended up

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#10. he'd grow up to be nothing like his father. Nothing like the filthy boys who wrapped women up in chains and tore their wings down to seeping stumps that leaked tears instead of blood.

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#11. We find beauty in poison, and we love the bitter taste.

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#12. They'd pretended - all of them faking, denying, lying - that they weren't counting the seconds until leave was over and it was back out there into that world of yellow dust, that alien planet where the only color was death.

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#13. She loved her work the way most women loved their husbands.

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#14. He would have been bright and gaudy and bizarrely appealing, so far from this tired, aging echo, faded as a clown's cracking makeup at the end of the night.

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#15. so she pulled on all her puppet-strings and ignored how they pulled right back until they nearly ripped right out of her heart to leave it bleeding.

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#16. The flashlight beam swept side to side, cutting a darkness clogged with clouds of dust so thick he could almost grasp them, fouled with the murky stink of mildew.

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#17. It's a very serious thing, love is. Sometimes it makes your heart so big it gets in the way of your voice.

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#18. People like Hart didn't understand. They lived by daylight rules. Rules that said should and could when Leigh wanted nothing but the damned and bloodied artistry she created when she did things people said she shouldn't, couldn't.

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#19. It'd been a long time since she'd met a guy who could bring her down to earth - or follow her into the stars.

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#20. You think you've forgotten how to dream," he said, "but really...you're just waiting for the right dream.

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#21. I don't like when stories end." "Why?" "Because it means that nothing that comes after seems to matter.

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#22. she suddenly wondered how it would feel to fall into those frigid depths with her skin as hot as it was when Gabriel looked at her as if he never wanted to let her go.

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#23. Life is just a series of new beginnings, my dear. Sometimes to move on, we have to be willing to let go.

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#24. That moment was when she realized that every woman is a broken goddess. Every last one.

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#25. He took from her, but when she tried to reach for him, to fly with him, he always pulled out of her reach, as men so often do.

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#26. she hardly ever let herself say his name, when it felt like a prayer that her lips could only get dirty.

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#27. Maybe we are lost, and some of us just don't want to be found.

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#28. Do you want to die, Gabriel?" "No." His hand fell to cover hers, heated and rough. "I just want that moment when the choice to live or die isn't my responsibility. Not my life, or anyone else's." Pale eyes fixed on her. "More than anything, I want a reason to keep living.

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#29. All around us are complex people trying to live simple lives," she said. "Wanting simple things with tangled hearts.

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#30. Someone else's personal fantasy may well be your personal nightmare.

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