98 Quotes by Kelly Creagh

Her fingertips reached to trace the damage, but he grasped her hand with his own. He leaned down, far enough that the dark ends of his hair brushed feather-light against her face, caught in her lashes.

Side by side we'll fight the tide,That sweeps in to take us down.Hand in hand we'll both withstand,Even as we drown.

He could be so cynical. So dry and acidic. As blank as a page. Could he be tender, too?

Lady Ligeia," he began again, "is a woman in the literature who returns from the dead, taking over another woman's body to be with her true love.""Oh, yes. Lovely" Isobel blanched. "I guess the other chick didn't mind at all?

You loved her," Isobel said."Worshipped," Scrimshaw corrected. "But more ludicrous than that, let us not forget, she loved me." He gave a short ironic laugh. "Not just him-the poet. But me as well. I, the epitome of our own penchant for self-destruction. Do you know how difficult...how impossible such a feat must have been?

Isobel had entrusted the note to Gwen just before Baltimore. And the small scrap of paper still remained her only tangible evidence that Varen had loved her.Expect...he didn't anymore.

Hush a-bye my little birdHush a-bye my childI have lost a love so greatOh, woe is me.

Just because I wear black and keep a private journal, that doesn't mean I'm going to blow up the school. Or terrorize mindless cheerleaders, for that matter.

You yourself could be nothing more than a shadow, someone else’s dream who is, themselves, someone else’s.