345 Quotes by J.M. Darhower

The warnings are a shout in the wind, swallowed up in the atmosphere. He’s compelling and chivalrous, gorgeous and generous, and I’m intoxicated and in desperate need of something... something that he stirs up, something strong, and primal. He awakens the animal inside of me.

The faint sound of music filtered into the room, a welcome disruption from the agonizing silence. The soft melody comforted Haven. She relaxed as the tension left her body, but it did nothing to shut off her mind. She lay awake, listening as she stared at the clock, wishing for relief.

My mom used to talk about fate all the time, and I think you’re it... you’re my fate. You were brought to me for a reason, for us to save each other.

Everything about her is beautiful to me. Even when she’s scowling, when she’s angry and full of hate. She’s beautiful when she cries, when she’s in the throes of grief. She’s beautiful when she smiles, when she laughs at me. But she’s the most beautiful when she’s doing nothing. When she thinks nobody’s looking, when she thinks she’s alone.

Colpo di fulmine. The thunderbolt, as Italians call it. When love strikes someone like lightning, so powerful and intense it can’t be denied. It’s beautiful and messy, cracking a chest open and spilling their soul out for the world to see. It turns a person inside out, and there’s no going back from it. Once the thunderbolt hits, your life is irrevocably changed.

Edward Cullen?” “Yeah, you know, the vampire? From Twilight?

There’s just something about you, Karissa,” he whispers, “something I’ve sought for a very long time.

I didn’t say you weren’t fine. I said you looked lost, not that you didn’t know your way.

Come on, I’m not going to bite you. I’m not a vampire.