“Empathy. I am supposed to look at you and know how you might feel, feel what you feel, but honestly, what does any of us get except a reflection of our own thoughts and feelings?”
―
Blake Pierce,
The Girl He Pined
“I was trying to protext you.”He lifted his eyes, and they pierced through me. “You wanted to keep me safe?”“Yes”. I swallowed past the lump in my throat. “Not that it turned out that way in the end, but when I found out Blake and Vaughn were related, all I could think was that he played me – I let myself be played. And he knew how close we were. They’d do to you what they did to Dawson. There is no way I could have lived with that.”……………..“You should’ve never been worried about me getting hurt.” He stood, running both hands through his hair. “You know I can take care of myself. You know I can handle my own.”“I know,” I said. “But I wasn’t going to knowingly put you at risk. You mean too much to me.” ― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Onyx
“I'm also getting a piece of chocolate cake... "Can I have a bite?" he asked, his voice smooth and sexy. A bite of what? she wanted to ask, but didn't. She wasn't ready for that level of flirting. "Get your own slice, Gallagher." "I can do that, Blake. I'm in the mood for something sweet it seems.” ― Carrie Ann Ryan, Love Restored
“I think about your brain constantly,' he continued, his eyes piercing into hers. 'It fascinates me to no end. I want to know every corner of it, learn the secret colours of your thoughts. I'd do anything for a map of it.” ― Mazey Eddings, Lizzie Blake's Best Mistake
“She tried to recall her therapist’s words: Even routine tasks will take a lot of conscious effort, at least for a while. She had to settle for doing things one baby step at a time.” ― Blake Pierce, Once Gone
“He was tall. He was broad. He had the perfect amount of stubble on his jawline, and those eyes were to-die for – deep brown and piercing. Then there was his hair – thick, brown, and ideal for sliding fingers through. She didn’t want to take her eyes off him, but she knew better than to stare.” ― Lauren Blakely, First Night
“She immediately scanned the floor. Only a foot away, amid the scattered doll parts, lay his hunting knife. He” ― Blake Pierce, Once Gone
“Okay. For the username go with TRUESELF. For the password, use HOMEBASE.” She waited while he typed. There was a long, uncomfortable silence, her heart slamming in her chest, praying she” ― Blake Pierce, A Trace of Death
“You don’t concern yourself much with being liked, do you?” Tristan asked, half amused. No, I don’t.” He was doubtful that Tristan would be capable of understanding that, but the sensation of being liked was extraordinarily dull. It was the closest thing to vanilla that Callum could think of, though nothing was truly comparable. Being feared was a bit like anise, like absinthe. A strange and arousing flavor. Being admired was golden, maple-sweet. Being despised was woodsy, sulfuric aroma, smoke in his nostrils, something to choke on, when done properly. Being envied was tart, a citrusy tang, like green apple. Being desired was Callum’s favorite. That was smoky, too, in a sense, but more sultry, cloaked and perfumed in precisely what it was. It smelled like tangled bedsheets. It tasted like a flicker of a candle flame. It felt like a sigh, a quiet one; concessionary and pleading. He could always feel it on his skin, sharp as a blade. Piercing, like the groan of a lover in his ear. “Being liked is fairly ordinary, I’m afraid,” Callum said. “Intensely commonplace.” ― Olivie Blake, The Atlas Six
“The truth is that in the end, you're all alone. That no one can ever understand you. That no one can ever truly love you, because they don't know you.” ― Blake Pierce, The Girl He Pined
“She had called Zack, fully aware that he was at work and would not be able to take her call. She left him a message that she now regretted as she wheeled her suitcases to the front door. It had been brief and even now, as she looked around at the house, unnaturally empty and cleaned, she wondered if she’d owed him more of” ― Blake Pierce, Before He Kills
“Thanks,” she said. “But I think my roots here are too thick. I feel like it’s too late.” ― Blake Pierce, Before He Kills
“house. It was a basic little house situated on the outskirts of a middle-class neighborhood. The grass had been recently cut, but the small flower beds bordering the tiny set of stairs to the front door were badly in need of weeding. It was a quiet neighborhood, but not the kind Susan would live in. The houses were one-story little saltboxes splattered along the streets. Most, she assumed, were owned by older couples or those struggling” ― Blake Pierce, Before He Sees
“Chloe oyó la puerta de la patrulla cerrarse de golpe. Ese sonido era el de su padre dejándolas, tal vez para siempre.” ― Blake Pierce, Al lado
“There doesn’t have to be a ‘good reason’ for these feelings to take hold. What you’re dealing with can appear out of nowhere.” ― Blake Pierce, The Perfect Wife
“Larry liked” ― Blake Pierce, No Mercy
“Always assume that the gun is loaded, and never point it at anything you don't want to shoot.” ― Blake Pierce, The Girl He Pined
“After the blissful sensation of morning obliviousness passed, reality always came crushing back.” ― Blake Pierce, Girl, Alone
“Jessie felt like a churning cocktail of frustration and exhaustion.” ― Blake Pierce, The Perfect Block
“I was trying to protext you.”He lifted his eyes, and they pierced through me. “You wanted to keep me safe?”“Yes”. I swallowed past the lump in my throat. “Not that it turned out that way in the end, but when I found out Blake and Vaughn were related, all I could think was that he played me – I let myself be played. And he knew how close we were. They’d do to you what they did to Dawson. There is no way I could have lived with that.”……………..“You should’ve never been worried about me getting hurt.” He stood, running both hands through his hair. “You know I can take care of myself. You know I can handle my own.”“I know,” I said. “But I wasn’t going to knowingly put you at risk. You mean too much to me.” ― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Onyx
“I'm also getting a piece of chocolate cake... "Can I have a bite?" he asked, his voice smooth and sexy. A bite of what? she wanted to ask, but didn't. She wasn't ready for that level of flirting. "Get your own slice, Gallagher." "I can do that, Blake. I'm in the mood for something sweet it seems.” ― Carrie Ann Ryan, Love Restored
“I think about your brain constantly,' he continued, his eyes piercing into hers. 'It fascinates me to no end. I want to know every corner of it, learn the secret colours of your thoughts. I'd do anything for a map of it.” ― Mazey Eddings, Lizzie Blake's Best Mistake
“She tried to recall her therapist’s words: Even routine tasks will take a lot of conscious effort, at least for a while. She had to settle for doing things one baby step at a time.” ― Blake Pierce, Once Gone
“He was tall. He was broad. He had the perfect amount of stubble on his jawline, and those eyes were to-die for – deep brown and piercing. Then there was his hair – thick, brown, and ideal for sliding fingers through. She didn’t want to take her eyes off him, but she knew better than to stare.” ― Lauren Blakely, First Night
“She immediately scanned the floor. Only a foot away, amid the scattered doll parts, lay his hunting knife. He” ― Blake Pierce, Once Gone
“Okay. For the username go with TRUESELF. For the password, use HOMEBASE.” She waited while he typed. There was a long, uncomfortable silence, her heart slamming in her chest, praying she” ― Blake Pierce, A Trace of Death
“You don’t concern yourself much with being liked, do you?” Tristan asked, half amused. No, I don’t.” He was doubtful that Tristan would be capable of understanding that, but the sensation of being liked was extraordinarily dull. It was the closest thing to vanilla that Callum could think of, though nothing was truly comparable. Being feared was a bit like anise, like absinthe. A strange and arousing flavor. Being admired was golden, maple-sweet. Being despised was woodsy, sulfuric aroma, smoke in his nostrils, something to choke on, when done properly. Being envied was tart, a citrusy tang, like green apple. Being desired was Callum’s favorite. That was smoky, too, in a sense, but more sultry, cloaked and perfumed in precisely what it was. It smelled like tangled bedsheets. It tasted like a flicker of a candle flame. It felt like a sigh, a quiet one; concessionary and pleading. He could always feel it on his skin, sharp as a blade. Piercing, like the groan of a lover in his ear. “Being liked is fairly ordinary, I’m afraid,” Callum said. “Intensely commonplace.” ― Olivie Blake, The Atlas Six
“The truth is that in the end, you're all alone. That no one can ever understand you. That no one can ever truly love you, because they don't know you.” ― Blake Pierce, The Girl He Pined
“She had called Zack, fully aware that he was at work and would not be able to take her call. She left him a message that she now regretted as she wheeled her suitcases to the front door. It had been brief and even now, as she looked around at the house, unnaturally empty and cleaned, she wondered if she’d owed him more of” ― Blake Pierce, Before He Kills
“Thanks,” she said. “But I think my roots here are too thick. I feel like it’s too late.” ― Blake Pierce, Before He Kills
“house. It was a basic little house situated on the outskirts of a middle-class neighborhood. The grass had been recently cut, but the small flower beds bordering the tiny set of stairs to the front door were badly in need of weeding. It was a quiet neighborhood, but not the kind Susan would live in. The houses were one-story little saltboxes splattered along the streets. Most, she assumed, were owned by older couples or those struggling” ― Blake Pierce, Before He Sees
“Chloe oyó la puerta de la patrulla cerrarse de golpe. Ese sonido era el de su padre dejándolas, tal vez para siempre.” ― Blake Pierce, Al lado
“There doesn’t have to be a ‘good reason’ for these feelings to take hold. What you’re dealing with can appear out of nowhere.” ― Blake Pierce, The Perfect Wife
“Larry liked” ― Blake Pierce, No Mercy
“Always assume that the gun is loaded, and never point it at anything you don't want to shoot.” ― Blake Pierce, The Girl He Pined
“After the blissful sensation of morning obliviousness passed, reality always came crushing back.” ― Blake Pierce, Girl, Alone
“Jessie felt like a churning cocktail of frustration and exhaustion.” ― Blake Pierce, The Perfect Block
