S. Walden Quotes & Sayings

Yes, these are the thoughts that occupy my brain on a daily basis: How many steps to take. How many hairbrush strokes. Making sure I line up my proofreading pens just so. Making sure my make-up is just so. Sitting in my fucking desk chair just so. It's exhausting living a "just so" life. And I don't want to do it, but the idea of not counting, not arranging, not tic-ing sends my heart reeling with anxiety. — S. Walden

How can he not have any friends? He's so cute. — S. Walden

Ryan, when did you get a girlfriend?" his sister asked.
"She's not my girlfriend, Kaylen," Ryan replied. "Go away. — S. Walden

I'm talking about the kind of indignity that changes you as a person, makes you withdraw, hide from the world because suddenly it's turned into something frightening - full of dark corners and monsters. — S. Walden

I have a condition!" I blurted. Silence. "Like an STD?" he asked. "God no! No! Oh my God." I blushed profusely and turned my face, burying it in my pillow. "Okay. So, no STD," Reece said. "By the way, it would have been okay if you had. We'd figure out how to work with it." "Oh. My. God. Stop talking about STDs," I demanded. "You got it. — S. Walden

You've dated a shoplifter. A drug addict. A girl who claimed that her roommate kept her locked in a dumpster. She was admitted to Mulberry not too long ago, if I recall, right? They diagnosed her with schizophrenia." Reece nodded reluctantly. "For the record, I only dated her for two months. And also for the record, she's doing a lot better." "Hmm," Camden replied. "There's the one who put salt on all her food then complained incessantly of bloating problems. Oh yeah! And the one who wanted you to tie her up and beat the shit out of her every night." "All right already!" Reece snapped. "I get it. I haven't had the best of luck with normal women. — S. Walden

It was decided. I was going to let Ryan Foster do me. I had no idea when it would happen, but it was inevitable. If he kept being this cute, it was inevitable. — S. Walden

Pretty nipples," he said. "Pretty breasts."

Her breathing turned shallow.

"Pretty arms and neck and collarbone," he went on. "Pretty little thing."

"Reece . . ."

He cocked his head and looked into her eyes.

"I bet you have a pretty little pussy, too. — S. Walden

I want Little Noah looking like a beat-up mess by the time he's eighteen."
"Why?"
"Cause no woman wants a delicate man. He needs to be sporting at least five scars. — S. Walden

He kissed me deeply. Just how I wanted and needed. He explored every part of my mouth, violating me in the sweetest way with a maple syrup tongue. — S. Walden

Ryan chuckled. "You're going to be my trouble this year, aren't you?" he asked softly. Hell yeah I was. — S. Walden

You're mad at me. I get it. I get what this is all about. And I don't know what more I can do, Cadence. I've apologized to you. I'm sorry. Genuinely sorry for lying to you. Why can't you accept that? — S. Walden

It was over. He knew, but she did not. He could tell by the way she nuzzled him, how her body relaxed in his embrace, how she sighed when he kissed the top of her head. She was still hopeful, he thought, and that made her beautiful. Suddenly he could not bear to imagine a life without her. — S. Walden

I just wanna belong, Bailey," he said softly. "I wanna belong in your world with your friends and your hobbies and your gardens. That's all. I wanna know everything about you, even if I have to bully it out of you. Put you on the spot. Make you uncomfortable. 'Cause I can't get enough of you. — S. Walden

Love is when you're with someone and you never check the time because for you, time doesn't exist. — S. Walden

Love comes in all kinds of packages. Some are neatly tied up, and some are messy. It doesn't mean that the messy ones aren't every bit as good. — S. Walden

First, I like how the ice cream won out. Second, we're not having sex. — S. Walden

I thought if I stared a little longer I could see right inside his head, to his brain, and I don't know why that turned me on so much. I wanted to witness the workings of his mind, the firing synapses, information traveling safely inside neurons to different parts of his body. A few made it to his hand, and they must have told him to keep holding mine because he didn't let go. — S. Walden

Brooke, why don't we talk about you instead? You seem much more interesting." I started feeling frustrated. "I'm sure that's not true. Why are you so mysterious? — S. Walden

People take advantage of good people. That's what I mean. So don't be a sucker. — S. Walden

Our goodness, our badness all develop from social experience, the company we keep, the things we're taught when we're young. We start with a clean slate. It's everyone else who fucks us up. — S. Walden

I'm sorry, but you said 'suck,' and I'm immature. — S. Walden

She danced with complete abandon. She never felt so light and free. She could stretch her arms forever, touch the heavens and pull down the stars. She would give him the stars to keep in his pocket, she thought. They would bring him good luck. She jumped and laughed and drew giggles from some of the other girls. She felt high, though she never before experienced a drug high. But then what was she thinking? He was her drug, and she felt high on the dark, rich honey. Honey that matched the color of his eyes. She could drink him to overflowing and never be satisfied. She was filled with the honey even now; it coursed through her limbs - a powerful, exotic, demanding potion that ordered her to dance. And so she did. She danced. — S. Walden

This guy had balls. Well, I mean, obviously he had balls. I hope he had balls. Bailey, stop thinking about his balls. — S. Walden

I love you," he said. "This couldn't be a dumber place and time to tell you, I know. But, God, Bailey. I love you." He paused. "I love you. — S. Walden

I expect the world from you, as I should, because you're amazing and talented and funny and sweet. You're sexy as hell and clever and smart and capable of so many things. So yeah. I expect a hell of a lot from you. And I also expect that you can be successful in managing your OCD. I'm proud of you, Bailey. — S. Walden

People grow and change. You have to choose to grow and change together. It doesn't mean the feeling isn't still there. You just have to work at it a little harder. — S. Walden

I never got my Pompeii," I said, low and even. "And you know I deserved every bit of it. But I'm not going to erupt all over you like I'm owed. Because I've already won. She's not fucking you tonight. — S. Walden

It's not conditional. I don't love you because you love me. I love you because I love you. — S. Walden

I'm not looking for things to be even between us, Brooke," Ryan said after a moment. "I'm looking for them to be right. — S. Walden

She cried then, letting the raw emotions overtake her. She cried for the loss of her youth that bled out on a bathroom floor many years ago. She cried for the fairytale shattered by an exploding gun. She cried for all of the things she could not tell him, the regret, the fear of a future marked by desperation for things she could never have. She cried for the babies she would never bear. She pleaded for God to take away her memories of him, but they came one by one, spilling into the forefront of her mind, vivid as the moment they had just happened. And she was seventeen all over again, lying beside him in his warm bed, and had just loved him, was drunk with the love he had poured into her. — S. Walden

Oh my God, he thought suddenly. I've got a hard-on. "You want some or what?" Bailey asked softly. Reece took the water and drank down a sizeable amount. He grew paranoid that she could see his hard-on, but that would be impossible. The lights were dim. There was an armrest between them. Relax, bro. You're cool. She can't see your . . . oh, wait a minute. There it goes. It's going down. Phew! Thank God. How embarrassing would that have been, right? For her to see how much she turns me on? How much I can't stop thinking about the kind of panties she wears under those cigarette pants. The way her tits look in her button-up tops. Man, I love how she buttons them all the way up . . . wait a minute. Hold up. I mean down! Go down! Stupid dick! — S. Walden

Well that was decided. This was more than a silly schoolgirl crush. This was a deeply disturbing infatuation. — S. Walden

That's the great thing about hope - no matter your past, no matter your mistakes, hope is the constant force in your heart driving you forward. You fall down. You cry about it for a little while. And then you stand up again. You push forward. You never give up because you believe something good will come. I'm lonely now, but something good will come.
Hope is my one healthy compulsion. — S. Walden

It's always described as melting, and I finally understood why. I thought my body was turning to liquid. I could feel my bones giving way, threatening to dissolve and leave me one big puddle of goo. — S. Walden

Fuck the world. Do what you feel is right, and you have every right to love whomever you want. — S. Walden

You probably think I'm a floosy," she went on.

"A floosy?" he whispered back, and chuckled. "First off, I love that you said 'floosy.' Second, you're crazy. I hope you kiss me like that again." He leaned in close. "And again and again. — S. Walden

Everyone's pain is different," Reece went on. "I don't like when people compare. I don't like when people marginalize their feelings because they think they're not allowed to have them. Someone will always have a tougher go than you. Does that mean you're not allowed to feel hurt? To be sad? — S. Walden

I knew life moments happened that way. They made no sense, and I didn't think we were supposed to make them. I think we were just supposed to experience them, grow from them, and hopefully come out the other side as better people. Life is nothing but juxtaposing the good with the bad. We have to learn how to handle both - how to cope with the frightening events and embrace the joyous ones. — S. Walden

I don't know. It's the world we live in, I guess. Some things will never be fair. — S. Walden

Jesus Christ . . ." And I never say "Jesus Christ."

"No, Cadence. My name is Mark Connelly. And I'm about to give you the most explosive orgasm of your life. — S. Walden