J.M. Darhower Quotes & Sayings

Colpo di fulmine. The thunderbolt, as Italians call it. When love strikes someone like lightning, so powerful and intense it can't be denied. It's beautiful and messy,
cracking a chest open and spilling their soul out for the world to see. It turns a person inside out, and there's no going back from it. Once the thunderbolt hits, your life is
irrevocably changed. — J.M. Darhower

This is nothing more than a dream. Or is it a
nightmare? — J.M. Darhower

I choose my words carefully. Don't say it unless you mean it. You never know when it might be the last thing you ever say. — J.M. Darhower

I love every inch of you," I tell her. "Every part of your body that makes you nervous gives me
pleasure. I see no flaws, nothing for you to be ashamed of or humiliated over ... nothing you should hide from me. I've seen it all, and I love it. You're beautiful, baby. — J.M. Darhower

I don't need much Haven, but I do need you. — J.M. Darhower

Ah, that's an argument I hear often," Father Alberto said. "How can a God exist when it seems so many have been forsaken? But you fail to realize, son, without the bad we can't truly appreciate the good. — J.M. Darhower

Vincent doesn't like seeing Maura upset, and well, it's hard for her not to be upset when I'm around." "Can't say I'm surprised," Vito said. "She's Vincent's weakness. If he doesn't learn to control that, he'll get her killed." "Antonio says it's the other way around." "I don't often disagree with the Boss, but nah ... her blood will be on Vincent's hands someday. — J.M. Darhower

Notorious Lucifer, King of Hell, claimed to know love again. — J.M. Darhower

Haven stared at the door once he was gone. "He seems strange."
"Yeah, I've noticed. It's a bit scary. He's resolved these days, like he has some fucking grand plan to save us all."
"Do we need to be saved?"
"Don't we always? — J.M. Darhower

Why does society always have to move on to something new when the old still works just as fucking good, you know? — J.M. Darhower

But I am willing to bet that makes ol' Bebop and Rocksteady here our dastardly villains. And doing that basic math in my head, I'm saying it all adds up to the Russians. — J.M. Darhower

You're an asshole," she grumbles, lying down beside me, close enough to touch but we're not touching. She feels miles away right now, coldness settling in that space between us.
"Yeah, well, at least you know..."
"Yeah, and it's a pity, really, because I found myself starting to give a fuck about you."
She says nothing else.
I don't say anything, either.
We lay there in silence.
For once, I don't prefer it.
I want her to say something else, anything else, just to erase those words now assaulting my mind.
I found myself starting to give a fuck about you.
I don't like it, not at all, because as she says those words, I come to realize, in the moment, that feeling might be mutual. — J.M. Darhower

Good," he says. "Because I'm about to fuck you like I don't. — J.M. Darhower

Where are you going?"
"To get my wife back."
"How do you know where to look?"
I hold my phone up. "I've got a map."
"A map?" He laughs. Laughs. "You ever feel like Admiral Ackbar with the Death Star plans?"
I look at him, brow furrowed.
"You know ... Return of the Jedi? It's a trap!"
I shake my head.
"Really? Nothing?" He scrunches up his face as if I disgust him. "How are we even friends?"
"We're not. — J.M. Darhower

If she married me, I'd follow her to the gates of Hell. — J.M. Darhower

Good night, my hummingbird," Carmine whispered. "I'll keep you in my dreams. — J.M. Darhower

Celia sighed. Her life may not have been her own, but her death was. She made a decision and saw it through. None of us can take that from her. None of us should. We should respect that, as hard as it may be. — J.M. Darhower

His lips are the softest thing about him, warm and gentle, like a slice of heaven wrapped in hell, so worth battling the flames to feel his fire. — J.M. Darhower

Yeah, you're right, it's not," he agreed. "For the record, though, I only tie girls up when they ask me to." His — J.M. Darhower

Car's in the garage because I cleaned it out. Like I said, I couldn't sleep." "What was there to clean?" I ask. "Your car is always pristine." "You haven't seen the trunk." I laugh. "What's in the trunk?" "Nothing now. — J.M. Darhower

You smell like my brother. His scent is all over you. It reeks. — J.M. Darhower

His eyes meet mine.
It can't be more than a few seconds.
Before I even realize what he's doing, he slips the belt down over my head. Gripping the end of it, he tugs, tightening it around my neck like a collar.
I gasp.
He tightens it more.
Oh fuck.
I can't breathe.
I can't breathe. — J.M. Darhower

We keep the darkest parts of us to ourselves until we think others are ready to see them. — J.M. Darhower

They were two broken kids, desperate to be whole again, struggling to find balance in a world out of their control — J.M. Darhower

The world isn't always black and white. sometimes, it's gray, and sometimes that gray explodes into colors you never knew existed before. — J.M. Darhower

She wasn't a girl to be fucked. She was a girl to be made love to. — J.M. Darhower

Welcome to the madhouse. Feel free to stay as long as you'd like, but as long as you're here, there are rules to be followed."
"Like?"
"Like betray me and I kill you. Lie to me and I kill you. Ignore an order and I kill you. Otherwise, do whatever the hell you want. You think you can handle that?"
"As long as you don't talk down to me because I'm a woman. You pull some misogynistic shit and I'll kill you. We got a deal?"
Those words, they do something to me, hearing that threat come from her lips, so at odds with that low, sultry voice. It makes me hard in an instant. — J.M. Darhower

Please," she pleaded again, hands roaming his back, nails scraping his skin. "More." He pushed into her slowly, sinking every inch of himself inside again. "Like that?" "Harder," she demanded. "Fuck me, Corrado. — J.M. Darhower

Tell me you feel nothing from that. I fucking dar you. — J.M. Darhower

I kiss him deeply, desperately, as I paw at his clothes, and he tolerates it for a moment. Just a moment. Long enough for me to unbutton his shirt. In a blink, his hand snatches ahold of my wrists, pinning them together, pinning them down to the bed above my head. Pulling back some, he looks me in the eyes.
He says nothing.
He just stares.
Studying me again.
It's almost a minute, as I count the torturous seconds in my head. It should been awkward, but it isn't. It's erotic. His gaze penetrates me, effectively fucking my soul. — J.M. Darhower

Get haven to my house and fix her before your son resorts to resuscitating people just to kill them again. — J.M. Darhower

Love is a terrible excuse. It's dangerous to lose yourself in someone else. — J.M. Darhower

He's a force of nature. The wind would carry me right back to him. — J.M. Darhower

I feel like I'm in an entirely different world when I'm with you, a world I never knew existed before ... like I never knew it could be this way, that I could be this way." "That's why they call it Wonderland, Aphrodite. — J.M. Darhower

For her, then," Michael said.
Luce sighed. "For her. — J.M. Darhower

it's beauty sleep for the beautiful," he says, looking at me, "but there's no rest for the wicked. — J.M. Darhower

He curves his fingers, hitting that sweet spot deep inside. The unicorn found the fucking Holy Grail.
Didn't even need a map.
He navigated right there. — J.M. Darhower

You make something beautiful enough and people forget just how much it can hurt you. — J.M. Darhower

His thumb grazed her lips, slightly swollen from his hard kisses, as a smile softened his expression. "I didn't think you could be more beautiful," he said, "but then you went and screamed my name." Blush — J.M. Darhower

Three injured. Three dead.
That's what all the news reports said.
Six people caught bullets that night at Mystic - half of them died, while the other half lived.
The neurotic asshole that exists inside of me loves the symmetry of it. Three has always been my favorite number. Three books in a trilogy. Three sheets to the wind. They say the third time is the charm. Three strikes and you're out. Rock, paper, scissors... Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice... the good, the bad, and the ugly... need I go on?
Hell, there are three good Star Wars movies. I'll leave it up to you to figure out which ones I'm talking about.
They say deaths come in threes, too. — J.M. Darhower

You've had ample opportunity to send me up the river ... you could've easily gotten me locked up long ago just by opening your mouth. I didn't need to marry you to gain your silence. You've given it to me from the start. If you didn't turn on me then, when you had plenty of reason to, I trust that you won't do it now, ring or no ring. I married you, Karissa, because I love you. Nothing more, nothing less."
As many times as he's said those words ... I love you ... it still makes my stomach flutter to hear them come from him. The butterflies soar. He's not an outwardly emotional person, not at all, so when he says it, I know he means it.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I reach up on my tiptoes and kiss him. His lips are soft, sweet. His tongue tastes like peppermint. "I love you, too, you know."
"I know. — J.M. Darhower

You were worth it. — J.M. Darhower

Only you," she said, as if she could read his mind. "It'll only ever be you, Carmine. — J.M. Darhower

A real man would never abandon his family. — J.M. Darhower

A coward dies a thousand deaths ... a soldier dies but once. — J.M. Darhower

Who was the leader of the North?"
"Lincoln."
"No, he was the president."
"Yes, which means he was the fucking leader of everyone."
Mrs. Anderson's face clouded with anger. Oops. "You won't use that language in my classroom."
"Could've fooled me," he said, "because I thought I already did. — J.M. Darhower

It's fascinating, watching the surge inside of them
manifesting physically, relief sparking in their eyes when they think maybe, just maybe, they'll make
it.
Maybe they'll live.
Maybe they'll survive it.
They never do. — J.M. Darhower

I can't save the world, Haven, but I'll save you... even it's the last thing I do. — J.M. Darhower

You want me to let you go?" I ask, leaning down, pausing just shy of her lips.
"Yes."
"Ask nicely," I tell her. "Say 'Lorenzo Gambini, I beg of you, please, let me go and I'll suck your dick.'"
She laughs again, harder. "You wish."
"I do," I say. "No doubt about it."
"Lorenzo Gambini," she whispers between kisses, "I beg of you, please... fuck me."
I kiss her once more before pulling back, shifting position, smirking. "Well, since you asked so nicely..."
I thrust hard, sliding right in first goddamn try.
BAM. — J.M. Darhower

He ran the back of his fingers along her flushed cheek. His touch was soft, and she leaned her head in his direction. "My beautiful girl," he said.
She took in his expression. "You think I'm beautiful?"
"I don't think you're beautiful, Haven," he said. "I know you are. — J.M. Darhower

... .I thought we'd be okay apart, but I was sorely mistaken. I don't need much, Haven, but I do need you."
"I need you, too, you know," she said. "You make me feel safe."
Despite everything, she trusted him. She believed in him. She loved him.
And he loved her . . . more than anything in the world. She had given herself to him again, every barrier between them broken down. All of those unanswered questions, all of the worry, every single bit of it had been resolved the moment they came back together.
"Haven," he said. "If I could have anything, I know what I'd ask for now."
She pulled back from their hug to look at him with genuine curiosity. "What?"
Carmine took a step back, reaching around his neck to pull off the gold chain. He unfastened it, removing the small ring, and eyed it in his palm momentarily before dropping to his knee.
"If I could have anything in the world, it would be for you to marry me. — J.M. Darhower

I'm warning you. I'm not a good man, Karissa, and I never will be. So don't think you can fix me, or that I'll ever change, because I won't. I can't. You have to know, if this goes any further, if you ask me to stay, I'm not going to be able to let you walk away. — J.M. Darhower

The man has fucked me in every sense of the word. — J.M. Darhower

You have a tendency to just go with the flow and see where the wind blows, so I picked somewhere
decent for you to land. — J.M. Darhower

Everything he does is for a reason. There's always
method to his madness, meaning behind every word, a point to his actions.
And it's usually never good. — J.M. Darhower

Beautiful," I say. "Absolutely stunning."
"My tits?"
"I meant your dancing, but yeah ... those, too. — J.M. Darhower

I can't save the world, Haven, bur I'll save you ... even if it's the last thing I do. — J.M. Darhower

Grief isn't something you can finish; it isn't something with a beginning and an end. Grief is something you absorb, something you accept. But in order to learn to live with it, you still have to live. — J.M. Darhower

I just wanted the hatred inside of him - the pride, the anger, the arrogance - to finally go away. — J.M. Darhower

At least, when invisible, she remained safe. — J.M. Darhower

I scrub my hands over my face, groaning, as he makes his way up onto the roof. He's giving me whiplash. Dealing with him is the last thing I expected to be doing tonight, considering I just saw him this morning, but now he's here... well, he's up there... and it kind of just makes me want to be wherever he is. — J.M. Darhower

For the first time in a long time, I feel this strange twinge inside of me. It's hard to describe. It's a tightening in my chest. It's a tingling in my fingertips. It feels as if my lungs are trembling, like the weak punk bitches are trying to stop functioning. The woman has got me all fucked up here, flipped upside down and inside out.
It's like the striking of a match.
All it needs is that spark. — J.M. Darhower

Love means seeing beauty in the ugly, the light in the dark, and accepting that even if the lights are off, and I can't see what's in front of me, there will be something there to guide my way.
Love means turning yourself inside out, handing yourself over to somebody else, and trusting them.. trusting them to touch you, to handle you, to bend you, but never, ever break what you give them. — J.M. Darhower

Well, I guess we know now who has the biggest penis here. — J.M. Darhower

There's a reason girls yell 'fire' instead of 'rape', why we lie and say we have boyfriends instead of just saying 'no' when we're not interested. Because a lot of men respect another man's property more than they respect a woman's right to her own body. So — J.M. Darhower

I hear her pacing the house, mumbling, words I can barely make out and am frightened to hear. The words 'Carpe Diem' come from her lips like she's a broken, skipping record, and I clutch the pendant of my necklace tightly, fighting back tears. Because I know she's talking to him, appealing to an invisible man named John, the one who walked out on her when I was born. I know it's not my fault. Not my fault she's this way. Not my fault he left her. But fuck if I don't feel guilty anyway. — J.M. Darhower

Nothing I can say will make her feel better at the moment, so I just press a kiss to her forehead before walking out.
Places to go.
People to see.
Blood to spill.
You know how it is. — J.M. Darhower

Every step you take - everywhere you stand - the ground beneath your feet is tainted by some kind of casualty. It's an inescapable fact. Nothing is untouched by death. Nothing. — J.M. Darhower

Technically speaking, yes. My wife got too close to discovering that, which is why she was murdered."
Guilt consumed her. "Because of me."
"No, not because of you," he said, his tone serious. "For you. — J.M. Darhower

Don't act like you Galantes are all roses," he replied. "You've got more thorns than you do petals, princess." Princess — J.M. Darhower

He's excitement. He's adrenaline.
He makes my heart do stupid shit.
Shit my heart shouldn't be doing.
Because everything that turns me on about him could also snuff me out. — J.M. Darhower

I raise my hands, still clutching the grenade. They could try to take it from me, try to disarm me... hell, they could even go ahead and shoot me in the face... but they'd have four seconds to save themselves before we all got blown to pieces.
They take a few steps back, but nobody lowers their weapons, like guns are going to help them in this situation. Rock, paper, scissors, motherfuckers... you better take your pick and hope like hell you win. — J.M. Darhower

My eyes fix on my reflection in the mirror as the water warms up for my shower.
I'm not sure if it's just my perception, but I look older than my thirty-eight years.
I certainly feel older, too.
I feel like I've lived more than one lifetime, each of them lasting an eternity. An eternity of rage, and resentment, and wrongdoing ... it takes its toll on a man, that's for certain. But none of it had half as much effect on me as this past year. Something I learned was sentiment can take it out of you. I used to have no regard for myself - or anybody, for that matter. I had no reason to live anymore. But now that I care about what happens to her - and for her sake, me - I'm growing exhausted from the constant worry.
Worry my past will catch up to us.
Worry that she'll be the one to pay for those sins.
It's the consequence, I think, of loving me.
The consequence of being with someone who lived so carelessly. — J.M. Darhower

I can respect a murderer, and a thief, but I have no respect for someone who lies straight to my
face. — J.M. Darhower

Do you know what it's like to want something so badly, to need it, to feel like you can't go on without it, only to have it dangled right in front of your face? That torture, that mental torment, is worse than any physical pain you may perceive, angel — J.M. Darhower

I'll be a son of a bitch, — J.M. Darhower

I told you to make yourself at home," he says. "I don't want you to feel like you have to tiptoe around, afraid of doing something wrong or hearing something you shouldn't, like phone conversations." My blood runs cold at those words. I can feel his eyes on me and not the screen. "I, uh ... " I don't know what to say. "It's okay," he says, those words silencing me. He kisses the top of my head again, subject closed as he goes back to watching the movie. A few minutes pass before Naz lets out a light laugh. "So, tell me something ... did you at least google me? — J.M. Darhower

She talks to me about regret, but what she doesn't realize is that even if she destroys me in the end, I'll never want to erase what we have. I'd never want to take back a single moment of this. — J.M. Darhower

I'm thinking that I like you, and that's a problem for me."
His serious tone startles me. "Why's it a problem?"
"Because I don't like people," he says bluntly. "I deal with people. — J.M. Darhower

Ah, sin," Lucifer said. "Like the serpent that tricked Eve into eating the forbidden fruit. She devoured it, knowing she shouldn't."
"And she was punished for it."
"She was," Lucifer agreed. "But if you think for a moment she truly regretted it, you're wrong. That fruit was the most glorious thing she ever tasted - the sweetest, the ripest - and once you experience something so breathtaking, you never forget it. You never regret it. — J.M. Darhower

I'm surprised you haven't cried foul before. I won a hundred and twenty-three games in a row. You had to know something wasn't right." Her eyes narrowed. "You've been cheating?" "Of course," he said. "Come on. You really think I play fair? If I want something, I get it. I told you - I make all the rules here." "You . . . you . . . you. . ." Anger clouded her expression. "You asshole!" Lucifer's eyes widened. "Tell me how you really feel, angel. — J.M. Darhower

Who are you anyway? What are you even doing here?"
"Haven," she said quietly, peeking at him.
He gazed at her peculiarly. "Heaven? No, this definitely isn't Heaven. But I get why you're confused, since I'm standing in front of you." She stared at him, and he
cracked a smile. "I'm kidding. Well, kinda ... I have been told I've taken a girl to Heaven a time or two."
"Haven, not Heaven," she said, louder than before. Nothing about the conversation made sense to her. "My name's Haven. — J.M. Darhower

They say when seeking revenge, dig two graves, one for you and one for them. — J.M. Darhower

He's a child with a brand new toy, and I just hope he doesn't break me as soon as I'm out of the package. — J.M. Darhower

Every "I hate you" that echoed from her chest was followed by an "I love you" from his lips. Every time she begged him to let go, he told her he would be there forever. — J.M. Darhower

I know their type. They smile too easily, welcome too warmly, their words as fake as the moans
they make when they let their little boyfriends play around between their thighs. — J.M. Darhower

Your hate is poison, Vincenzo. It eats you from the inside out. You must find it in your heart to let go. Then, and only then, will you find the peace you seek. Only then will you be forgiven. — J.M. Darhower

I'm paraphrasing, but yeah, a friend out of the Chicago organization did." "Chicago? You tried planting your seed in the DeMarco family? — J.M. Darhower

What do you want, Morgan?" he asks after a moment, his voice low. "Just... tell me what you want from me. I can't stand here and do this with you."
"You named me," I say. That's not the first time I've heard him call me by my real name. Morgan. "You only name what you keep, remember? — J.M. Darhower

Sometimes I lose perspective, but it helps to stop and look around. I may not have it all, but I have more than enough. And enough, it seems, is more than most have ... — J.M. Darhower

He fucks me like he means it, like he needs it, like being inside of me is more important than anything inside of him, and every cell in my body calls out to him, craving more of it. — J.M. Darhower

This was how it had to go-she was a sacrifice he had to make, collateral damage in his quest for retaliation - but this wasn't how it was suppose to end. He wasn't supposed to lose it all. — J.M. Darhower

That's it!" Victoria dramatically threw her hands up, disrupting people around them. "It's official. You inherited it."
"What?"
"The idiot gene. — J.M. Darhower

What are you doing?" I whisper, not at all surprised when he doesn't answer my question. He keeps up drawing patterns for a few minutes, nearly lulling me to sleep, before leaning over and pressing a soft kiss between my shoulder blades. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me onto my side toward him, my back flat against his warm chest."I was connecting the dots," he says quietly. "Your freckles are like stars. They tell a story, depending on how you connect them."I smile to myself as he takes my hand, linking our fingers together. "What did they tell you?""They told me you're beautiful," he says. "And I'm a lucky son of a bitch to have you all to myself. — J.M. Darhower

Smiling, Celia leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed him. She pulled back, pressing her hand flat against his chest. His heart thumped erratically against her palm.
"You're wrong about yourself," she said seriously. "You said you were heartless, but that's not true. I can feel it, Corrado. It's in there. And as long as it's beating, I know it's there, working overtime, and you'll never convince me otherwise. — J.M. Darhower

The war had been started, the spark already ignited when he'd appeared on that battlefield in Israel. Michael stood there, leading the warrior angels against the uprising. "Stop this, Luce." "You know I can't." "This is your last chance, brother," Michael warned. "End this right now." Luce shook his head. "No." It was then that it changed, the air shifting as the blood of his extended family splattered his clothing, matching red seeping into the sky above. Michael's expression hardened, every ounce of love and respect melting away to resentment. They — J.M. Darhower

To Jar Jar Binks. I'm sorry everyone in the universe seems to hate you. — J.M. Darhower

Everyone sees what you appear to be," he says, "few experience what you really are. — J.M. Darhower

Lucifer wasn't sure what to say. He'd survived six thousand years in Hell, but the past sixty without her were the most torturous of his existence. — J.M. Darhower

My mom used to talk about fate all the time, and I think you're it ... you're my fate. You were brought to me for a reason, for us to save each other. Because you weren't the only one needing saved, Haven. I was drowning, and you rescued me. — J.M. Darhower