“If you were mine, Iris there would be no doubt what position you’d hold in my life. You’d be center. I’d play you at the five.”
―
Kennedy Ryan,
Long Shot
“Take them back. Your soul is yours. Your heart is yours. Your body is yours. Yours to keep and yours to share.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Long Shot
“Sometimes the heart speaks in whispers, and by the time we hear, by the time we listen, it’s too late…” ― Kennedy Ryan, Long Shot
“And when the years have passed, and we have watched a thousand sunsets, and we are bent, our bodies crooked with age ask me again. In the twilight, in the shadow of the life we have shared, ask me if I love you, and my heart will answer before my lips can part. My love, my life, my heart never left your hands. Always, evermore, even after. Still.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Still
“Hope is the gap between what if and what is, but you have to fill that gap with a lot of hard work. And that’s what we’re going to talk about this week. Hope. Dreams. Work.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Long Shot
“Even when you think you’re defeated, dig deeper. Go harder. Press, because there is something worth it on the other side.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Long Shot
“Ours is a love that reimagines—that peels back the sky at high noon searching for the stars, collecting them like shells in a bucket. We bathe in stardust, drink from the Milky Way, and dance on the moon. We pierce the firmament, peer into infinity, and tread on time and space. There is no before. There is no after. Now gives birth to forever. This moment may die, but this love never will. Time is not a line. It’s a circle, and we, August and Iris, we stand at the center.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Long Shot
“Ask me when your belly is full like the moon, and our love has stretched your body with my child, leaving your skin, once flawless, now silvered, traced, scarred, I will worship you. My eyes will never stray. My heart will never wander, gladly leashed to you all my days. I am fixed on you.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Still
“Still?” she asks with a watery smile. “Yeah.” Always. Evermore. Even after. “Still.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Still
“You’re right.” I loosen my fingers from hers so I can hold her face between both hands. “Going to Houston is my best shot at winning a ring.” “Then why would you—” “But staying here,” I cut in, caressing the fullness of her bottom lip with my thumb. “Staying is my best shot at winning you.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Long Shot
“Struggle does not make you weak,” she whispers back. “Struggling against those who hold us is what makes us, over time, stronger than they are. Strong enough to fight back. Strong enough to win.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Long Shot
“She remembered who she was and the game changed.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Long Shot
“Grief is a grind. It is the work of breathing and waking and rising and moving through a world that feels emptier. A gaping hole has been torn into your existence, and everyone around you just walks right past it like it’s not even there. But all you can do is stand and stare.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Before I Let Go
“Depression,” she goes on, “is a liar. If it will tell you no one loves you, that you’re not good enough, that you’re a burden or, in the most extreme cases, better off dead, then it can certainly convince you that you’re better off without the man you love, and that, ultimately, he’s better off without you.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Before I Let Go
“I like the color of smart, the shade of funny, and sexy is my favorite hue.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Flow
“If you were mine, Iris, there would be no doubt what position you’d hold in my life. You’d be center. I’d play you at the five.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Long Shot
“Yes.” MiMi’s affirmation infuses the air with power. “Strength. Dignity. Courage. All these things belong to you. Take them back. Your soul is yours. Your heart is yours. Your body is yours. Yours to keep and yours to share.” Yours to keep and yours to share.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Long Shot
“i cannot love you gently, it’s not in me to love in part, so I will love You completely, and a little madly . . . – Matt Spencer, Poet” ― Kennedy Ryan, Block Shot
“You can’t change what has already happened. What you did or decided. So you have two choices. Wallow in it, stay in the chokehold of guilt and shame that holds you back from the next phase of your life”—she taps the pad with the pen—“or decide you’ve punished yourself long enough for things you can never change and set a date when you’ll forgive yourself and move forward.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Before I Let Go
“Take them back. Your soul is yours. Your heart is yours. Your body is yours. Yours to keep and yours to share.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Long Shot
“Sometimes the heart speaks in whispers, and by the time we hear, by the time we listen, it’s too late…” ― Kennedy Ryan, Long Shot
“And when the years have passed, and we have watched a thousand sunsets, and we are bent, our bodies crooked with age ask me again. In the twilight, in the shadow of the life we have shared, ask me if I love you, and my heart will answer before my lips can part. My love, my life, my heart never left your hands. Always, evermore, even after. Still.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Still
“Hope is the gap between what if and what is, but you have to fill that gap with a lot of hard work. And that’s what we’re going to talk about this week. Hope. Dreams. Work.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Long Shot
“Even when you think you’re defeated, dig deeper. Go harder. Press, because there is something worth it on the other side.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Long Shot
“Ours is a love that reimagines—that peels back the sky at high noon searching for the stars, collecting them like shells in a bucket. We bathe in stardust, drink from the Milky Way, and dance on the moon. We pierce the firmament, peer into infinity, and tread on time and space. There is no before. There is no after. Now gives birth to forever. This moment may die, but this love never will. Time is not a line. It’s a circle, and we, August and Iris, we stand at the center.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Long Shot
“Ask me when your belly is full like the moon, and our love has stretched your body with my child, leaving your skin, once flawless, now silvered, traced, scarred, I will worship you. My eyes will never stray. My heart will never wander, gladly leashed to you all my days. I am fixed on you.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Still
“Still?” she asks with a watery smile. “Yeah.” Always. Evermore. Even after. “Still.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Still
“You’re right.” I loosen my fingers from hers so I can hold her face between both hands. “Going to Houston is my best shot at winning a ring.” “Then why would you—” “But staying here,” I cut in, caressing the fullness of her bottom lip with my thumb. “Staying is my best shot at winning you.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Long Shot
“Struggle does not make you weak,” she whispers back. “Struggling against those who hold us is what makes us, over time, stronger than they are. Strong enough to fight back. Strong enough to win.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Long Shot
“She remembered who she was and the game changed.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Long Shot
“Grief is a grind. It is the work of breathing and waking and rising and moving through a world that feels emptier. A gaping hole has been torn into your existence, and everyone around you just walks right past it like it’s not even there. But all you can do is stand and stare.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Before I Let Go
“Depression,” she goes on, “is a liar. If it will tell you no one loves you, that you’re not good enough, that you’re a burden or, in the most extreme cases, better off dead, then it can certainly convince you that you’re better off without the man you love, and that, ultimately, he’s better off without you.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Before I Let Go
“I like the color of smart, the shade of funny, and sexy is my favorite hue.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Flow
“If you were mine, Iris, there would be no doubt what position you’d hold in my life. You’d be center. I’d play you at the five.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Long Shot
“Yes.” MiMi’s affirmation infuses the air with power. “Strength. Dignity. Courage. All these things belong to you. Take them back. Your soul is yours. Your heart is yours. Your body is yours. Yours to keep and yours to share.” Yours to keep and yours to share.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Long Shot
“i cannot love you gently, it’s not in me to love in part, so I will love You completely, and a little madly . . . – Matt Spencer, Poet” ― Kennedy Ryan, Block Shot
“You can’t change what has already happened. What you did or decided. So you have two choices. Wallow in it, stay in the chokehold of guilt and shame that holds you back from the next phase of your life”—she taps the pad with the pen—“or decide you’ve punished yourself long enough for things you can never change and set a date when you’ll forgive yourself and move forward.” ― Kennedy Ryan, Before I Let Go
