331 Quotes by Rachel Van Dyken

Aw, baby, that’s like turning the key to an engine and then deciding not to drive... it’s just... cruel to the car.

I would have kissed you harder. I would have fought for you more. I don’t know. I would have stolen you away, taken your virtue, made myself so permanently etched on your person that every time you took a breath it was my scent that was permeating the air.

She was out the door maybe five feet before she turned around one last time. They always did. They always would. I waved. She flipped me off. She might as well have kissed me.

I’m talking about a different type of madness. The kind that follows you into your dreams, only to haunt you when you’re awake. A madness that sucks joy out of every good thing in life and makes you feel guilty about smiling.

And it made me wonder if sometimes the greatest loss you ever feel is something that nobody will see when they look at you.

Because my weakness has always been her, it would always be her.

Blake rolled her eyes, then leaned in and blew over the tomato soup, her plump lips forming the perfect O. I watched. Even Lex watched. The room went dead silent. She finally glanced up at us. Lex turned around and started whistling while I continued staring. “You blow well,” I said in my most romantic voice. “Coming from you” -she shook her head-“I’ll take that as the highest of compliments.

I was your punishment.” She sniffled. “Wrong.” I tilted her chin up. “You were my gift.

Love has no time table, no rules. It is what it is, Saylor.