Chelsea Fine Quotes & Sayings

Ellen walks past the lobby in her high heels, stops in her tracks, and turns back around to face Zack.
She points at Marvin. "Is that a goat?"
Zack nods once. "Yes, ma'am."
"In my lobby?"
"Yes, ma'am. But he's a friendly goat."
Ellen plasters on a polite smile. "I don't care if he's a tap-dancing goat. I want him out of here. — Chelsea Fine

Tristan frowned, not sure if he wanted to live forever.
He hadn't even wanted to wake up that morning.
Forever seemed a bit ambitious. — Chelsea Fine

Gabriel shuffled around the trunk again, searching for faux arrows - arrows designed to injure but not kill. "All these arrows are sharp - and have blood on them."
"Yes, well, I left my cotton candy arrows at home next to my teddy bear. — Chelsea Fine

I'm going to kill you." Gabriel pointed at Tristan.
"For what?" Tristan raised a brow at his twin. "It's not like I asked Scarlet to come lie on top of me. I woke up and she was just ... there. — Chelsea Fine

You are not my friend, Pixie. You are a piece of my heart and a part of who I want to be. — Chelsea Fine

The park was littered with couples kissing behind trees and making out on park benches. And paper stars were everywhere; in trees, on the ground, above heads, inside mouths ...
It was like Valentine's Day.
On crack. — Chelsea Fine

You know what I need to do?"
"Buy earrings?"
"I need to fully embed myself in Gabriel's life. I need to get to know the real Gabriel Archer."
"You need to buy new earrings," Heather said.
Scarlet ignored Heather and went on.
"No more excuses. The time has come. Today, I am going over to Gabriel's house after school."
"Good for you. Now let's talk about shoes." Heather put her magazine down. "They suck. — Chelsea Fine

Wha - what was that?" Heather lifted a brow. "What was that 'hey bro, make sure the blond chick doesn't cut any body parts off' look? Because I'll have you know, I'm an expert with butcher knives."
Tristan pointed at the weapon in Heather's hand. "That's a machete."
Puckering her lips, Heather looked at the blade. "Aren't they the same thing?"
"I'm going to pretend like you didn't just say that. Everybody ready? — Chelsea Fine

You can't sit next to me. You'll ruin my game."
"What game?" she says. "You're a white guy wearing a gold chain. You have no game. — Chelsea Fine

Life is what we make it. — Chelsea Fine

I totally kicked Ashman ass over there! I was all like hi-yah and you wanna piece of me? I was a super slayer! Buffy's got nothing on me."
...
"It was life and death out there, guys. Life and death. They just kept coming at me and I just kept putting them down ... I mean, sure, I screamed like a girl a few times and accidentally stabbed myself at the beginning, but still. — Chelsea Fine

Sexual tension is like a ruthless pigeon. Feed it once and it will follow you around forever. It never tires or goes on vacation. It just lingers. — Chelsea Fine

You know what would be really nice right now? Coffee. I'd really go for some coffee."
Just the idea made her salivate.
He scowled. "How can you think about coffee right now?"
"I don't know. Maybe caffeine is how I cope." She thought for a moment. "Although usually I'm a crier. Are you a crier?"
"No."
"Not even sad movies or weddings?"
"No."
"What about commercials with little puppies that need a home?"
He blinked. "Please stop talking."
"Hmm," she said slowly. "Maybe talking is how I cope." Her hands started falling asleep. "You know what else would be really nice right now?"
"An off button? — Chelsea Fine

Gabriel glanced down. "Seriously, Tristan? You drive around with a trunk full of weapons?"
"Of course."
"Why?"
"Because I'm the family bad guy. — Chelsea Fine

How did you kill the Ashman in the forest last year?"
"I shot him with an arrow."
"What kind of arrow?"
"A sharp one."
Nate rolled his eyes. "Really, dude? A sharp one? — Chelsea Fine

Yeah, we won't have much as we start this new life.

But we'll have us.

We'll have love.

We'll have family.....

Carter Jax has already made all my dreams come true.

And it's only the beginning." ~Sophie — Chelsea Fine

I love you," he said. "I want you more than life itself. Forever." He brushed a hand across her cheek. "And I will take care of you always. — Chelsea Fine

Gabriel looked ou at the water for a moment. "Love is rare."
"Yes" Scarlet looked at the lake as well. "But always worth pursuing."
Gabriel nodded. "Always. — Chelsea Fine

Get out of my room, you insufferable man. — Chelsea Fine

Why did you even bring a whip?"
"Because Tristan wouldn't let me bring the Thor hammer. Besides, you never know when you'll need a whip. What if we need to climb something really tall or swing across a deep chasm? — Chelsea Fine

I'm just a bloody guy in a bathroom waiting for the girl of my dreams to realize that she's in love with me. — Chelsea Fine

And because Scarlet loved pancakes ... That's what he would do. Make pancakes and flee. — Chelsea Fine

Calm down, Braveheart." Gabriel searched through the weapons. "I'm trying to find something not quite as fatal as ... a scythe? Really?"
Gabriel held the wicked half-moon blade up and looked at Tristan. "What are you, the Grim Reaper?"
"Yes. Yes, Gabriel. I'm the Grim Reaper. You caught me. I drive around in my car full of weapons collecting souls. — Chelsea Fine

Gabriel nodded. "Sometimes love makes hard decisions for the sake of what needs protecting." "But love should fight." He nodded slowly. "Yes, love should fight. But there is a difference between a valiant fight and a selfish fight. And love is not selfish." She turned to look at him across the grass. "For someone who is cursed to be without love you are quite wise on matters of the heart." Sorrow filled her eyes. "I'm sorry for your curse." He shrugged. "It could be worse. I could be cursed to an eternity of pain or a life without chocolate. — Chelsea Fine

The moon was full, shining enough light down for Scarlet to make out the hundreds of gravestones lined up in the wet grass and the dozens of standing tombs that rose up in various places throughout the yard.
Giant trees swayed in the winter wind, throwing shadows across the grounds and making it look like the darkness was alive.
Graveyards were much more frightening at night than they were during the day.
An owl hooted.
A wolf howled.
A bat flapped across the night sky before her, wings silhouetted by the giant moon.
Are you kidding me?
It was like the graveyard knew Scarlet had entered and wanted to make it the creepiest experience ever. — Chelsea Fine

I am now scowling."
"You are. And its adorable. But only in small doses."
"Well, we cannot all be ridiculously jolly like you."
"Ah, but we should. — Chelsea Fine

Why did you date all of those girls?"
"Sometimes, you're just looking for something that's right."
Oh, it was a line. It was so a line. But it was a good line. — Chelsea Fine

So ... " Heather nodded slowly. "We're still here."
"Yep. I think your team of SWAT guys got lost. Probably looking for their shirts."
She made a face at him. "You're effing hilarious."
"I try. — Chelsea Fine

So, tell me about yourself, Scarlet." Gabriel said. "I already know about your love for coffee and sleeping in - which makes you awesome, by the way - but what else? — Chelsea Fine

I'm not immortal. I'm totally killable." She sucked in a breath as her pitch rose. "And I'm blond. Blonds always die first. — Chelsea Fine

Okay." Nate took a deep breath. "Now that we're all caught up on the new no-no's of the house, what do you say we find a tarp and some duct tape and MacGyver ourselves a new window in the living room? Just, you know, to keep out the wind ... and the leaves ... and any sharp-toothed woodland creatures prone to attacking people in their sleep."
Tristan raised a brow.
"What?" Nate shrugged. "Death by dragon? Awesome. Death by rabid forest squirrel? Not cool, man. Not cool. — Chelsea Fine

How awesome would that be? You open a box of Trix and wham! Out pops a hot guy! I would so eat more cereal. — Chelsea Fine

Love.
Not the kind you see in the movies or hear about on the radio.
The real kind.
The kind that gets beaten down and bloody, yet perseveres.
The kind that hopes even when hope seems foolish.
The kind that can forgives. The kind that believes in healing.
The kind that can sit in silence and feel renewed.
The real kind of love.
It's rare and we have it.. — Chelsea Fine

Scarlet shut the door behind her, leaning against it as she responded. "I came because you have been in great pain."
"Yes. And because of my great pain you still live. It seems my isolation is good for your wellbeing."
"The strength of my pulse has little to do with the health of my heart. — Chelsea Fine

In essence - we're all screwed — Chelsea Fine

Is it okay if I love you forever? Even if forever is only for a lifetime? — Chelsea Fine

I don't think so, dude. Gabriel would kill me. And then Scarlet would kill me. And they could just keep on killing me over and over again because I don't ever die. Do you know how much that would suck? — Chelsea Fine

God I hate him. But not really. God I hate that I don't hate him. — Chelsea Fine

They needed a plan. And manpower.
They needed Tristan — Chelsea Fine

Love isn't an obedient whim. It's an unruly force. And it answers to no one. — Chelsea Fine

When you bring something back from the brink of death, it fights harder to thrive. — Chelsea Fine

So you killed my father? You killed my bride?" he growled.
"She wasn't even your woman."
Why did everyone feel the need to remind him of that? — Chelsea Fine

If you're referring to yourself as a 'grown-up', then you're still totally a kid. 'Grown ups' call themselves adults — Chelsea Fine

Zack looks at Jenna and slowly pulls off his sunglasses. "Why, hello, beautiful," he says. "I'm Zack." He shows off his dimples. "And you are ... ?"
"Not going to sleep with you," Jenna quips, grinning right back at him.
His smile widens. "Well played. — Chelsea Fine

So ... this is the dark dungeon where the very angry Tristan sleeps?"
"No. This is the dark dungeon where the very dangerous Tristan keeps himself away from the very carless young woman."
Clearly, he was in no mood for small talk. — Chelsea Fine

It was like the Secret Garden.
Of dead people. — Chelsea Fine

And I am yours," she says quietly. "Even when you don't want me. I'm still yours. — Chelsea Fine

I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to die-
No.
Heather took a deep breath and tried to think about something else. Anything else.
Like ponies.
Ponies were a happy thought. They were nice and gentle and they never kidnapped people or strapped them to cold warehouse pillars.
Ponies, ponies, ponies-
"Tie him up by the girl and for God's sake don't kill him!" Clare's - er, Raven's - voice was like nails on a chalkboard as it floated into Heather's ears.
Any attempts to think of ponies came to an abrupt halt. — Chelsea Fine

As far as where you belong ... " He put a hand over his heart. "Right here. Always. In life and death and everything in between." He paused. "Never question it. — Chelsea Fine

Love isn't safe and life isn't guaranteed. So yeah, I could die and you could lose Levi and your heart could hurt again, but that's just life. The only alternative is living without fully loving anyone else. And that's not living at all. — Chelsea Fine

Love is the absence of control and the presence of faith. And you won't truly be happy until you surrender to it. — Chelsea Fine

This is Marvin," he says. "He eats everything and yells like a distressed baby to get attention. I'm goat-sitting him this summer. — Chelsea Fine

She's everything I've ever wanted. And she won't let me love her. — Chelsea Fine

I couldn't stop loving you even if I tried. And I've tried." He shook his head and laughed without humor, his hands balling into fists. "God, how I've tried. But I am completely lost to you. I am lost and empty and broken -"
"My heart is broken too -"
"My heart is not broken, Scar. My heart is dead! — Chelsea Fine

He has me.
He's always had me.
And I've never wanted to be had by anyone else. — Chelsea Fine

You need to leave, Scar.
Yes. She should probably leave.
She didn't. — Chelsea Fine

But there are some kinds of love that you can't lose, no matter how hard you try. So there's no need for him to be afraid. — Chelsea Fine

Winning is an effect of trying. You have to want it badly enough to go through pain, discipline, and failure to find it. To confront it. To claim it. But most of all, you have to fight for it. Everything else - anything else - is absolute surrender — Chelsea Fine

I get up and decide to sneak out of my house and tiptoe up to his window. I've seen this done on TV so I'm sure it's easy. — Chelsea Fine

I'm somewhat disgusted at myself for thinking such dramatic, girlie thoughts. But I can't help myself. He rocks my world.
You know how parents always say things like, "If all your friends jumped off a cliff, would you jump too?"
Well, if Carter jumped off a cliff, I wouldn't just jump off after him. I'd throw myself over the ledge and dive toward the earth below so I could catch up with him and hold his hand while we plummeted to our deaths.
Yeah.
I'm that much of a sicko. — Chelsea Fine

Knowing death is nearby gives you a chance to live ... deliberately. -Tristan — Chelsea Fine

A trained bus thrower like Gabriel, or Robin Hood wannabe like Scarlet, or a ninja assassin like Tristan — Chelsea Fine

Gifts are not things that you earn or deserve they are a way for the giver to show their appreciation for you and Daren, you are a part of my family — Chelsea Fine

Gabriel sighed and leaned back in the throne. Are we going to be dramatic now? Maybe I should call for some wine of my own and we can wallow and aimlessly fight through our miserable drunkenness. — Chelsea Fine

Tristan was silent for a few moments, looking at the leaves before them. "Life isn't about the past and the future. It's about today." He paused. "It's about five minutes from now and two seconds ago. It's moments, you know? Not years. Years aren't what define us. — Chelsea Fine

I'm baaaaaaaack!" Heather rushed up to Scarlet, completely unaware of Gabriel. "I came, I kissed, I conquered. No, let's go find you a hot guy with a tasty mouth. — Chelsea Fine

You'd think I wouldn't even have to say that, but seeing as you two were halfway to Babytown when I walked in here-"
"Just shut up and go pack," Tristan said.
"Ooh, feisty." Nate shook his head at Scarlet. "Tristan doesn't like it when I talk about you guys having sex."
"Neither do I. Geez." Scarelt was blushing as she shooed Nate from the room.
Nate exited and Tristan and Scarlet spent the next half hour lacing arrowed in blood and not making eye contact. — Chelsea Fine

Scarlet watched a leaf fall to the ground, lying dead amoung the other leaves on the forest floor. "A brief life seems pointless."
Tristan thought for a moment. "Isn't that what life is, though? A brief opportunity to exist? A short gift? — Chelsea Fine

No, I'm surprised he didn't say goodbye."
"Well, of course he didn't say goodbye." Heather put down her mug. "You would have convinced him to stay."
"That's not true."
"Oh, please." Heather rolled her eyes. "You would have been like Oh, Tristan, please don't go. Stay with me so I can crush on you and giggle at everything you say." Heather nodded. "That's what it would have been like. In that high-pitched voice and everything. — Chelsea Fine

I never said I would be helpful. I said I would ask permission before stabbing you. — Chelsea Fine

Tristan pulled a dagger from his coat - because, apparently, Tristan carted bloody weapons around in his coat - — Chelsea Fine

And on that note," Nate smiled at them, "I'm leaving. I think I've got everything I need from you two. Good luck with all your relationship drama. Glad to see you kids are finally working things out. And by 'working things out', I mean bickering like an old divorced couple. So fun. — Chelsea Fine

Are you okay? You seem ... soggy."
"Soggy?"
"Yes." Heather nodded. "Like you're a depressed spaghetti noodle or something. — Chelsea Fine

I don't care if I die a thousand more times ... I need you to live. — Chelsea Fine

Trust her gut?
Her gut was currently telling her to run her hands through Tristan's dark hair.
She wasn't so sure her gut was reliable. — Chelsea Fine

I never...." she says between kisses, "got to kiss your hurt away..." Another kiss.

"when we were little..." her lips move to my forehead. "and I always wanted to." ~ Sophie — Chelsea Fine

there is no victory without a battle. — Chelsea Fine

Sup, Andrews?" he says. 'Sup? He's a white boy in a polo shirt. 'Sup is he's a poser. I don't respond. — Chelsea Fine

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "Are you seriously going out with a dagger strapped to your back? You might as well just wear a sign that says Look at me, I'm a killer! — Chelsea Fine

But for some reason I feel icky inside, like I should write a letter of explanation and maybe print out a boyfriend permission slip for Levi to sign.
I, Levi Andrews, give my explicit permission for one Pixie Marshall to date whomever she wishes without any feelings that might resemble guilt or betrayal or awkward confusion. Signed, Levi Andrews, platonic third party in all Pixie Marshall-related endeavors and keeper of the east wing hot water. — Chelsea Fine

Sucking in air, Heather said, "Fluffy - Mrs. Allen's ferocious dog - chased me all the way down Pine Street trying to tear me to shreds with his razor fangs. I barely got away."
Scarlet scrunched her face. "Isn't Fluffy a Chihuahua?"
Still panting, Heather said, "Yes. A demon-possessed, human-eating Chihuahua. — Chelsea Fine

I also want to eat grass and ride a bear ... but that could be the drugs talking. — Chelsea Fine

He's cocky but wounded, charming but lonely, with the sureness of a wealthy man and the desperation of a pauper. I can't figure him out, but one thing is certain. Daren is not as tough or undamaged as he lets on. — Chelsea Fine

Because money without love is complete poverty. And poverty with love, well that's pure wealth. — Chelsea Fine

You're hammered, Jack!" Jenna yells back.
The male voice laughs. "Hammered Jack. Jack hammer. I'm a jackhammer."
"You're a jackass," she shouts — Chelsea Fine

How do I look?"
She was wearing a pair of tiny jean shorts and a bright pink T-shirt. Her blond hair was matted on one side and there were dirt smudges all over her arms, legs, and face.
Gabriel hesitated. "Like a Barbie doll that got run over by a garbage truck."
"Wow. Really, Gabriel? — Chelsea Fine

So," Nate attempted conversation for the third time. He seemed to be in a better mood lately. "Do you guys maybe want to talk about how every uncomfortable this is?" He smiled tightly, looking first at Tristan, then at Scarlet. "Because I don't know about you, but I feel awkward. Let's hash it out, shall we? Tristan," Nate said brightly. "We'll start with you. How are you feeling?"
"Annoyed."
"I like your honesty and openness." Nate turned to Scarlet. "What about you? How are you feeling?"
"Tired," she said. "Nine in the morning is too early for needles."
Tristan said, "Maybe if you hadn't stayed out so late, you wouldn't be so tired."
Scarlet said, "Look who's decided to speak again. Suddenly the silent and dark Tristan has an opinion on my life."
"Oh, I have many opinions."
"See?" Nate said, his smile tighter than before. "Isn't all this openness refreshing? — Chelsea Fine

Is this what love is? This painful, unhinged thing? This polarizing madness that swings from joyous to suffering in the blink of an eye? And if so, why do we let it consume us the way it does? Why do we so willingly surrender to its violent currents and unpredictable winds? — Chelsea Fine

Tristan was looking at him again.
"What are you looking at?" Gabriel snapped.
Tristan was trying not to smile. "You tell me."
Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Quit being a girl. — Chelsea Fine

He looked at her with his green don't-lie-to-me-woman eyes and Scarlet dropped her guilty gaze to the mahogany desktop, searching around until she found a paperweight shaped like a pyramid to stare at. — Chelsea Fine

That still doesn't explain why Raven would want to keep Gabriel," Tristan said.

"She's obsessed with him," Scarlet lied. She shrugged, just to add icing to the cake of deceit she was throwing together here. "I'm sure Raven's just screwing with him or whatever."

Nate ate the cake. "Sucks to be Gabriel."

Tristan did not. "Huh." His eyes bored into her like tiny, cake-destroying lasers. — Chelsea Fine

He smelled like leather and water. "I think," she said quietly, now that their mouths were close to each other, "that easy and clean love is not true. It is simply convenient. Messy love, though ... that is something to revel in. — Chelsea Fine

The curse had not tainted her, had not made her a tortured soul like Tristan, or a hopeless romantic like Gabriel, or a lonely heart like Nate. Heather still had a chance at being bright. — Chelsea Fine

Sure you do. Love doesn't just stop, Pixie. It's always there. — Chelsea Fine

I'd really love to explain myself, but honestly, you came up out of nowhere and I haven't had time to put together a good lie. — Chelsea Fine

And why is Heather wearing pink? Come on, people."
Heather rolled her eyes and disappeared back inside the tent, reappearing a minute later with a dark gray T-shirt on.
"Better?" She cocked her head at tristan.
"Yes. You've just extended your life by at least an hour. — Chelsea Fine

Scarlet: "But you're bleeding
pretty bad ... and you're probably in a lot of pain - "
Tristan: "I'm fine."
Scarlet raised a brow. "Fine. Bleed to death. Whatever. — Chelsea Fine

Raven made a face at the blood that now stained her fingertips. She wiped her hand on his jeans until the blood was all gone.
Gabriel watched her with narrowed eyes and said, "You look old."
Heather's mouth fell open.
Good God. Don't anger the crazy lady.
Raven slapped him, hard. "That's what happens when your supply of fountain water starts to run out and you have to dilute it. You age. Magic can only do so much."
"Sucks to be you," Gabriel said.
Clearly, he did not value his life. — Chelsea Fine

We sit in silence for a minute. Thinking about the freedom we don't have and the future we can't control. — Chelsea Fine

Scarlet was in pain all night because she wouldn't let me sleep with her. — Chelsea Fine