428 Quotes by T.J. Klune

I couldn’t find the words to say what I wanted. Sometimes, when your heart gets so full, it takes away your voice and all you can do it hold on for dear life.

His breath on my face. This was Joe. And I was Ox. His nose touched mine. My hands found his waist. He shuddered under the touch. He rumbled deep in his chest. He said, “Mine.” My cheek scraped against his. The wolf growled, “Mine.” It was a great and terrible thing. So I said, “Yeah. Joe. Yeah. Yes.” And.

I’m angry,” I admitted. “So angry.” “I know,” she said, squeezing my hands. “It’s why we’re dancing. I find it hard to be angry when I’m dancing. There’s just something about it that doesn’t foster rage.

You all have kept me sane, but he kept me safe.

Why?” he cried. “Why the hell are you doing this? Why do you even care? Is it guilt? Is this your way of getting back at me? Do you really hate me that much? Why the hell are you doing this, Gordo? Now, after all this time, why are you doing this?” “It’s because I’m scared,” I said, voice breaking. “I love you, and I’m so scared I’m going to lose you.

If the inspirational calendar had been a person, Gus would have punched it in the face.

There’s nothing like being admonished by a nine-year-old ecoterrorist in training.

I’d always heard that your twenties were for partying until all hours of the night, and then your thirties were pajamas at eight. I couldn’t wait until I turned thirty because I was already there in spirit.

THREE YEARS. One month. Twenty-six days.