Cole McCade Quotes & Sayings

Do you know how it feels to be fire wrapped in a woman's skin, but always feel like you're drowning? — Cole McCade

People like Hart didn't understand. They lived by daylight rules. Rules that said should and could when Leigh wanted nothing but the damned and bloodied artistry she created when she did things people said she shouldn't, couldn't. — Cole McCade

He would have been bright and gaudy and bizarrely appealing, so far from this tired, aging echo, faded as a clown's cracking makeup at the end of the night. — Cole McCade

I don't like when stories end." "Why?" "Because it means that nothing that comes after seems to matter. — Cole McCade

Complexities only happen when we are indecisive, dear child. — Cole McCade

Life is just a series of new beginnings, my dear. Sometimes to move on, we have to be willing to let go. — Cole McCade

It's a very serious thing, love is. Sometimes it makes your heart so big it gets in the way of your voice. — Cole McCade

She'd thought she'd left this behind. This crushing awful feeling of something unfulfilled, something she kept reaching for only to be dragged away and mired in others' needs and expectations and the cloying sick grasping of their love. — Cole McCade

she hardly ever let herself say his name, when it felt like a prayer that her lips could only get dirty. — Cole McCade

We find beauty in poison, and we love the bitter taste. — Cole McCade

so she pulled on all her puppet-strings and ignored how they pulled right back until they nearly ripped right out of her heart to leave it bleeding. — Cole McCade

All because he knew how to use her in just the right way to make her feel loved. — Cole McCade

I've always had a thing for men with large hadron colliders. — Cole McCade

The flashlight beam swept side to side, cutting a darkness clogged with clouds of dust so thick he could almost grasp them, fouled with the murky stink of mildew. — Cole McCade

It'd been a long time since she'd met a guy who could bring her down to earth - or follow her into the stars. — Cole McCade

he'd grow up to be nothing like his father. Nothing like the filthy boys who wrapped women up in chains and tore their wings down to seeping stumps that leaked tears instead of blood. — Cole McCade

All around us are complex people trying to live simple lives," she said. "Wanting simple things with tangled hearts. — Cole McCade

He needed a story to go with her wildness, her coldness, her hollowness. The real story was that she'd had everything and hadn't deserved it, when she'd still wanted something else to sate a broken twisting emptiness that couldn't be filled. — Cole McCade

Maybe she wasn't on a path toward anything so dramatic as self-destruction, but hers was still a slow wasting, fading day by day, becoming more of a ghost with every breath she expelled and didn't draw in again. Ghosts only haunted people, powerless to do anything. She'd made herself powerless, and didn't know how to feel about that. — Cole McCade

That moment was when she realized that every woman is a broken goddess. Every last one. — Cole McCade

Someone else's personal fantasy may well be your personal nightmare. — Cole McCade

You think you've forgotten how to dream," he said, "but really...you're just waiting for the right dream. — Cole McCade

She thought it was Sylvia Plath who'd said something about girls not being machines that you put kindness coins in until sex fell out, — Cole McCade

They would always be here, she realized. Always. Day in, day out. They had lives of their own, lives that would be the same day after day into perpetuity, and yet they'd chosen to make themselves into what was essentially the furniture of other people's realities. These, she thought, were people without dreams, and she wondered what had happened to cut those dreams out and leave them hollow carriers of nothing but a feeble need to see something more in the mindless kick of a ball down the field. She'd once thought it was imaginary value, the way they watched this. But it wasn't imaginary. It was real, when it was the only thing that let them feel like there was still some bright spark left in them. That had value, if only to them. That meant something. — Cole McCade

She'd always hated that. People who thought they knew her, who loved to tell her who she was and what she wanted, who swore they knew better than her own inner heart when she said No. No, that's not me at all. — Cole McCade

He took from her, but when she tried to reach for him, to fly with him, he always pulled out of her reach, as men so often do. — Cole McCade

Maybe we are lost, and some of us just don't want to be found. — Cole McCade

Every day she would spread her wings and tell herself today was the day she would fly - but every day a quiet, hateful old witch told her if she tried even once, she would fall. Told her little girls weren't meant to fly. Little girls were meant to stay at home and be pretty, and as long as she did that all the good things in the world would come to her." The words tasted foul. "And the little girl, who used to be fearless, learned fear. Just a little more each day, until her wings grew too heavy to lift her and her fear weighed her down to earth. — Cole McCade

She loved her work the way most women loved their husbands. — Cole McCade

They'd pretended - all of them faking, denying, lying - that they weren't counting the seconds until leave was over and it was back out there into that world of yellow dust, that alien planet where the only color was death. — Cole McCade

But she looked for the emotions and they weren't there; just scraps and tatters, clinging to the empty place where they belonged. She had no feeling left, hollowed out and lost and wondering how she'd ended up — Cole McCade

Do you want to die, Gabriel?" "No." His hand fell to cover hers, heated and rough. "I just want that moment when the choice to live or die isn't my responsibility. Not my life, or anyone else's." Pale eyes fixed on her. "More than anything, I want a reason to keep living. — Cole McCade

she suddenly wondered how it would feel to fall into those frigid depths with her skin as hot as it was when Gabriel looked at her as if he never wanted to let her go. — Cole McCade