345 Quotes by J.M. Darhower

Cooking out and hanging out aren’t really my things,” I admit. “I prefer delivery and solitude.

Never take back something you meant. I’d rather you offend me intentionally if it’s something you believe than lie to my face just to placate me.

It’s hard to feel alive when you’ve been obliterated inside, hard to feel real when you no longer remember how to dream.

Why?” The question left Luce’s lips as a growl. “Why is it different now?” “Because of you,” Abaddon said. “Losing someone special in your life has a way of changing you. If God’s favorite son could fall so far, so hard, then no one was immune. I guess He realized we weren’t as infallible as He made us out to be, and if He didn’t extend the same courtesy, the same forgiveness, to us, He would lose a lot more than He could bear.” The.

Oh, I haven’t done anything to you, angel.” He leaned forward, his lips near her ear as he whispered, “Yet.

This was how it had to go-she was a sacrifice he had to make, collateral damage in his quest for retaliation – but this wasn’t how it was suppose to end. He wasn’t supposed to lose it all.

Somewhere out there, an angel had fallen today.

She hadn’t known what love was, but she knew it now. Love was the fluttering in her tummy whenever Carmine was near, the twinkle in his eye when he laughed, the heat in her body from his words. Love was happy. Love was safe. Love was green. Love was him, the beautifully flawed boy who made her glow.

When you’re mortal, life is nothing more than a drawn-out game of Russian Roulette. Every moment is the spin of a gun cylinder, every decision pointing the barrel at your head. Over and over, again and again, you pull the trigger, hoping it won’t be your last turn in the game.