R.S. Grey Quotes & Sayings

His hard stare told me to pick my battles carefully. What he didn't realize was that maybe I'd been storing up past battles in my head for too long and soon all the battles were going to break through the surface and turn me into a maniac. — R.S. Grey

sometimes the best way to get out of a slump is to get a good hump!" "Yes! — R.S. Grey

If the Sons of Anarchy were based in California, the Grandpas of Anarchy must've headed north to Seattle. — R.S. Grey

What exactly is a Rubik's Cube party?" Becca asked.

"It's simple: everyone wears different colors - red shirt, blue shorts, green socks, whatever - and once you get to the party, you have to swap clothes with people until you're wearing all of the same color."

Kinsley tsked. "Sounds like an excuse to see people in their skivvies."

I tossed my luggage onto my bed. "Yes, well, isn't that basically the meaning of life in the first place? — R.S. Grey

Our lips melted together as he kissed me. Hard. Aggressive. Impatient. If kisses could kill, ours would have. — R.S. Grey

I know what it means to value the person you're with. — R.S. Grey

Was that a personal call, Cammie?" he asked with a shrewd glance. I had a brief moment of panic before composing myself. "Yes. It was my gynecologist. He wanted to discuss my latest pap smear. Do you want to know how the cells on my cervix are doing? — R.S. Grey

I tried out the standard blow-into-the-palm-of-your-hand to test my breath and yes, on a scale of one to ten, I could kill a small puppy with that wretchedness. — R.S. Grey

Who are you going swimming with?" Kinsley asked again.

"You're not supposed to end a sentence with a preposition," I replied.

"Stop changing the subject! With whom do you plan to swim?! — R.S. Grey

The morning after I'd dumped the Easy-Bake Oven on the guesthouse porch, I'd walked out of my front door and nearly tripped on the box on the way to my truck. She'd returned it with a butter knife sticking through the side, and despite myself, I smiled. — R.S. Grey

we end up stronger architects in the end. Like Spartan warriors. — R.S. Grey

Dirt is chaos, gritty, full of bugs and decay, but from that dirt comes such immense beauty. Roses, tulips, tomatoes, peonies, raspberries, oranges, magnolias...and even me. — R.S. Grey

Kinsley Grace Bryant, you crazy beautiful loon, marry me so we can make hundreds of little soccer prodigies. — R.S. Grey

He bent down so I could hear him over the music. "What are you doing here?" he asked with a hard tone.

Okay. Not the best first line. Something like, you look beautiful, have my babies would have been a little bit better. — R.S. Grey

Rosie perked up and clapped excitedly. "When I was younger, the older girls in our gym kidnapped us from our houses in the middle of the night and took us to IHOP." She beamed. "All-you-can-eat pancakes."

Lexi leveled her with a glare. "How has life failed you so miserably?"

"It was fun," she said, defending herself. "I had whipped cream on mine."

Oh Rosie. — R.S. Grey

Thank you, Josh. Thank you for ruining my capacity to trust so that any guy that comes after you will automatically have the cards stacked against him. — R.S. Grey

Cue dream sequence of Liam running slowly on a beach carrying me in his arms. I love how he's strong enough to carry me with one arm while using the other arm to feed the seagulls. He's such an animal lover like that. — R.S. Grey

I was supposed to be Nancy Drew, and instead I was Nancy Draw-the-blinds-and-put-it-in-me. Wait, what? — R.S. Grey

I looked back down at the pitiful play-oven. It looked like revenge, if any was to be had, would at best be served half cooked and chewy. — R.S. Grey

So now we just need to figure out what the hell people wear in Montana." "Brokeback-chic?" I offered. — R.S. Grey

I liked peanut butter. Peanut butter never got another woman pregnant. Peanut butter never made me cry. Nobody cared if you were photographed in a club with a jar of Jif. — R.S. Grey

You can take the girl out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the girl. — R.S. Grey

I knew it was loads easier to crumble under the weight of grief than it was to stand up with it on your back, but every day you carry it forward you get stronger and stronger, and eventually it doesn't feel as heavy as it once did. — R.S. Grey

Fiiiine, but don't forget to use protection... you don't want your computer getting a virus, — R.S. Grey

When she smiled, the world smiled with her, and more than once, I found myself wishing I was the man she deserved to be with, the one she had come to Italy to find. — R.S. Grey

That's not surprising to hear. Your daughter is definitely in love with me, Mrs. Bryant. She hasn't told me yet, but she will soon. — R.S. Grey

In a straight up movie montage scene, ten things happened around me at once: someone pulled the broom from my hand, another person ripped the shirt off my head, a measuring tape appeared around my boobs, and two women crouched down in front of my legs. HEYO. "Nice tits," one assistant said as she finished measuring my chest. "Uhh, thanks," I replied as she ran in the opposite direction, having acquired the measurement she needed. "Is this your natural color?" a hairstylist asked as she ripped the hat and ponytail from my head. — R.S. Grey

When was the last time I'd had a relationship like that? I think I had shown that much affection to a Snicker's ice cream bar once, but it had been a tragically one-sided affair. — R.S. Grey

If they wanted to slap my photo onto cereal boxes? Perfect. Leotards? Makes sense. Tampons? Sure, I'd go with the flow. (Ha.) — R.S. Grey

Nothing." That word held so much power: the power to deny someone your true feelings in a moment of vulnerability. — R.S. Grey

Oh good, apparently when you have sex with Brooklyn Heart, you leave with a fruit basket. What a lovely experience. — R.S. Grey

I had tears streaking down my cheeks and everyone was subtly getting the hell out of my way, pulling their children away from me like I was deranged. I'm not going to attack your kid just because I'm crying. Jeez. — R.S. Grey

I hope your plan involves a time machine so you can go back and kill baby Caroline - and baby Hitler too, I suppose, if there's time. — R.S. Grey

This is the life," I said, glimpsing the dark shadows of the night through the tent. — R.S. Grey

Wheat-Thinned Slut Monkey. — R.S. Grey

The last thing I needed was for a horde of Justin Bieber fans to take over my Twitter feed with death threats. — R.S. Grey

His cologne was practically hijacking my ovulation cycle and I had to fight the urge to let my face collapse onto his shirt and inhale. — R.S. Grey

I like a girl with baggage, Abby Mae. Keeps things interesting." His comment was too much; it stripped away my normal sarcastic responses. I was left with nothing but the bag in my hand, so I tossed it at him. — R.S. Grey

Drunk minds speak sober thoughts, right? — R.S. Grey

He seemed like the type that kept people at arm's length, maybe out of arrogance or maybe from personal choice- either way, I wanted to know him so that those eyes were narrowed and focused solely on me. — R.S. Grey

The weight of his words threatened to undo the tiny string that tied my heart together. — R.S. Grey

He'd helped us build a garden in our backyard and I'd forced him to watch a season of The Bachelor with me. (" Why does he not just buy more roses?") — R.S. Grey

Cheat on me once, shame on him. Cheat on me twice... what the actual fuck is going on? — R.S. Grey

The man's father runs the program for 30 years, steps down, and within a day his son's got the job? What is this, North Korea? — R.S. Grey

Love will make you reckless. It can drag out parts of you that common sense and fear usually keep hidden away. Because love is selfless and selfish. — R.S. Grey

I watched girls stroll by our table, glancing at Erik with half hidden interest before scurrying off. I wanted to shout at them to move along. We get it. He's good-looking. — R.S. Grey

I rooted around the kitchen for a coffee pot, confused by the prehistoric model sitting in one of the cabinets. I brushed off the dust and plugged it in; it took me nearly thirty minutes to figure out how to turn the damn thing on, and once I had two cups of coffee, they had the consistency of burnt mud.

"Cheers," I said, clinking my mug against Molly's. "Don't actually drink it though."

She sniffed the top of the mug.

"Just inhale deeply and hope you get some caffeine through your nasal passages. — R.S. Grey

More than Peanut M&Ms, — R.S. Grey

You'll never get anywhere by staying in your comfort zone!! — R.S. Grey

My eyes swept down to his soft black t-shirt that read: "don't do school, eat your drugs, stay in vegetables". — R.S. Grey

So you're a stalker?" I asked with a hard stare.

He smirked, a knees-turning-to jelly kind of smirk. "I prefer gravitationally linked to your presence. — R.S. Grey

I came for you. I love you, Beck. I needed you to follow your dreams so that I could follow mine alongside you. — R.S. Grey

He's met someone," she said during one of our Skype calls in my second year of medical school. "Another demon?" "I think he really likes her." "Watch out for a lobotomy scar, or the mark of the devil. It might be tucked beneath her hair." "They're coming home at Christmas so he can introduce her to our parents." "Hold a mirror up to her and see if she has a reflection." A — R.S. Grey

I told you that in confidence."

She shrugged. "And then I told Molly and Rosie in confidence too. So now I'm confident we're all up to speed. — R.S. Grey

Some things are out of your control, but not your breath, so breathe in with me, okay? — R.S. Grey

My night was fine too," I volunteered. "Thanks for asking. I went to a strip club and then I robbed a bank with a bunch of strippers. We didn't take much, since y'know strippers don't tend to have many pockets. — R.S. Grey

How about I bring you a water and something else?" she insisted. "On me?"
What, like your vagina in a cup? Jesus. — R.S. Grey

I thought he jaunted around on yachts and baptized babies all day. Babies that would one day grow up to be swimsuit models, thanks to his touch. — R.S. Grey

The morning light played up his hazel eyes and for a moment I was caught in his allure. The dark brows, the dark hair, the tan skin. A weaker woman would have thrown herself at him a long time ago. — R.S. Grey

Maybe it was the masks or maybe it was Rio. There was something in the air, the promise of pleasure that made it impossible to stop. "You're — R.S. Grey

Why the hell was the nun dancing onstage?" — R.S. Grey

I held out the plate. "We made dinner and I figured you might want some."

His brows rose in shock. "What did you put in it?"

I groaned. "What is it with everyone thinking I'm trying to kill you?"

He smirked and I looked away.

"Obviously, if I wanted to kill you, I would do it in a much more painful way than poisoned eggs," I continued with a soft smile. "So eat it or throw it away. I don't care. — R.S. Grey

The guy was sexy with a capital S-E-X-Y. Yes, that's right, all of his letters deserved to be capitalized. — R.S. Grey

My appearance was cringe-worthy. If I asked the mirror who it considered to be the fairest of them all, it'd reply with, "Damn girl, it ain't you. You're a hot mess. — R.S. Grey

Ignore the tall, dark, and handsome vibe. Book boyfriends exist for a reason. — R.S. Grey

If only she and I could shut up for ten minutes, the sex would be the best of our lives. Angry. Hard. Fast. Not love. Not even close. War. — R.S. Grey

I guess you need your privacy if you've got the Tinder Train rolling in every night. — R.S. Grey

got that dark, second-day stubble that gives him just the right amount of ruggedness. He looks like a perfect combination of a New York intellectual and a sexy Bear Grylls. — R.S. Grey

She was already gone though, weaving through the party as fast as she could. She was putting as much distance between us as possible, building on don't until it wasn't just a word, it was a wall. — R.S. Grey

When I was with him, there were no consequences — R.S. Grey

Because he's the love of my life. And he's my dog. Well, — R.S. Grey

No one has the capacity to judge the value of human life. — R.S. Grey

He didn't even know the effect those dimples had on my girly parts. One word: Ijustgotpregnant. Yeah, that's one word. — R.S. Grey

He was the northern star. I had no choice but to become enveloped in his brightness and let it coax me toward him. Wanting him was an unconscious impulse, like taking my next breath. — R.S. Grey

One word: Ijustgotpregnant. — R.S. Grey

In a black and white world, Chase and I would never end up together - our mothers had ensured that - but in that small bathroom, under the harsh fluorescent lights, we dragged each other deeper into the gray - the messy, guilt-ridden space that sat between right and wrong. — R.S. Grey

Dude! If you scream in my ear again I will punch you in the uterus. — R.S. Grey

Yeah, but Dean and I were both hungry again by the time the restaurant closed. Don't you have guy friends? You should know that we require constant feeding. — R.S. Grey

Does your cockiness have a dimmer switch or is it always set to 'high'? — R.S. Grey

That's like piss icing on the shit cake. — R.S. Grey

She was probably used to testing her maturity and newfound confidence around hesitant boys closer to her age, but the lesson to be learned was that unlike boys who are intimidated by feminine boldness, men like me are inflamed by it. — R.S. Grey

Adorably dysfunctional twenty-something seeks handsome veterinarian. Serious offers only. — R.S. Grey

His hand had been resting two inches above my shorts. Which is about five inches above my vagina. So... yeah, he was basically touching my vagina. — R.S. Grey

I feel like shit that has come to life, eaten some other shit, then shat out more shit. — R.S. Grey

The fact is, I was given a heart. I was given this gift of life that few receive and I had to decide how I wanted to use it. Not how others deem noble.
So I finally stripped away the fear and anxiety, and suddenly life become crystal clear. — R.S. Grey

I'm not playing around with you, Kinsley. I want to be with you," he whispered in my ear before releasing my arm. I stumbled into the hallway, trying to gather my wits. — R.S. Grey

On any given day, half of the subway cars smelled like urine, and attempting to get anywhere on time was nearly impossible. It was stressful to live in the city and I still hadn't found my niche, but I had dreams. One day when I'd paid off my massive pile of student loans and was working for Vogue, I'd move to the Upper East Side and get to experience the city in a whole new light. — R.S. Grey

Nobody puts baby in a corner. — R.S. Grey

If only we actually were in Harry Potter. I'd totally Crucio her ass. Yeah, that's right, I'd use one of the Unforgivable Curses. Come at me, Ministry of Magic. — R.S. Grey

Little did they know I wasn't above backing over nasty reporters. Spoiler: the rest of this story takes place from a jail cell. — R.S. Grey

I don't possess the willpower for long-term grudges. — R.S. Grey

Does the ending even matter? Shouldn't the middle be the happy part? It's the biggest chunk of our life, and yet no one ever asks if two people had a happy middle. They care too much about the ending. — R.S. Grey

We'd settled it with an old fashioned duel. (i.e, I sat on her until she begged for mercy). — R.S. Grey

I tossed myself back on my bed and stared up at the ceiling. I wanted to hate him. I wanted to call him a selfish cow and go on about how he'd led me on and forced me to fall for him, but the words felt hollow. He was — R.S. Grey

Was I willing to glue on a vijay toupee for him? — R.S. Grey

He leans forward and presses a kiss to my cheek. It's so romantic and soft. I want to capture it in a mason jar and preserve it for later. — R.S. Grey

Connor perked up like a dog begging for a bone. "Does the almighty Chase Matthews want to be an Edward to her Bella? — R.S. Grey

Her eyes narrowed and I felt desire grip my cock like a warm hand. Those damn eyes. If they weren't slicing me in two, they were begging me closer, promising to devour me. — R.S. Grey

The scene we stepped into was straight out of 50 Shades of Grey - Geriatric Edition. — R.S. Grey

Oh! Hello Josephine!" he exclaimed, turning to face us. "Who is this oysgeputst mentsch with the pitse?" he whispered noisily in her ear. "Just a friend, Isaac. Goodnight!" "Friend of yours?" I asked as we hit the second floor landing and started up the next round of stairs. Jo turned over her shoulder and smiled. "He's a rabbi and sometimes I help feed his goldfish if he's running late. Did you know they have Kosher fish flakes? — R.S. Grey