Cosway Quotes & Sayings

I silently hand him back the newspaper and he takes it, his fingertips brushing mine. The contact makes my skin tingle. Stupid handsome bastard. — L. H. Cosway

Yeah, I'm bringing back the word "slattern." Deal — L. H. Cosway

Perhaps your way of keeping yourself t yourself was cruel to the people who wanted you to show them your insides. — L. H. Cosway

I've never seen a more exquisite sight than you when you're all turned on, darlin'. You know that? — L. H. Cosway

We all have thoughts that we would never, ever vocalise. And people who say they don't are liars. — L. H. Cosway

A picture is just a picture, but add music and there's emotion. There's a story. — L. H. Cosway

You saw me, changed my life, made it better, and I'm completely fucking in love with you. — L. H. Cosway

And," I went on, grinning now, "as far as I'm concerned, dogs are people, so never let anyone tell you otherwise." Sean — L. H. Cosway

You've got a wonderful way with words, disgusting but wonderful. — L. H. Cosway

I covered my mouth to suffocate the errant sob, squeezing my eyes shut, and hoping when I opened them it would be three months ago, the night of Ronan and Annie's wedding. The night I'd fucked up so royally that I'd apparently acquired the superpower of changing the color of HCG strips with my pee.
WITH MY PEE!
Which meant I had a new human inside me.
Which explained all my other superpowers, like being a raging bitch all the time, and crying at nothing, and throwing up twice every day. — L. H. Cosway

I once read that people who have imaginary friends never reach out to touch them. There's some part of their brain that subconsciously knows it will break the spell. That's what it feels like with Jay. — L. H. Cosway

Sometimes I think my own brain might be a bitch whose sole purpose is to make me feel shitty. To quote Malcolm from Malcolm in the Middle, "Why won't my brain let me be happy? — L. H. Cosway

Twitter, twatter, fudder, motherfucker, I don't care what it's called. — L. H. Cosway

If you want to sail your pretty little rowboat down the Nile and take in the scenery, then I'm not going to be the one to stop you. — L. H. Cosway

Sometimes it's best to do nothing ast all where social networking is concerned. — L. H. Cosway

Yes, I enjoy the occasional bulge, but this bulge was verging on concealed weapon status. If he continues to run around in these spandex shorts, he will only have himself to blame for the gropings. Goodness, if I'd been within arm's reach, I definitely would have copped a feel. Amiright, ladies? You all know how I like my bangers and mash, and there's nothing more Irish than sausage! Booyah! — L. H. Cosway

It's terrifying when you're staring the person you know you want most in the world dead in the eyes, and knowing that they belong to you unequivocally. — L. H. Cosway

There was no way I would pair up with this guy - the epitome of a privileged and entitled beefcake. He was everything I loathed rolled up into a tight, luscious, muscular, heady, and quixotically alluring package. My social phobias aside, I needed alone time with Ronan like a car needed a swim in the ocean. — L. H. Cosway

Annie, Tom, Tom, Annie," I said, making the introductions.

Annie smiled widely, her attention no longer on her phone. In fact, she seemed overjoyed to be making Tom's acquaintance. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Tom. I eat here all the time. You're an amazing chef."

Fuck me. Was she fangirling him? — L. H. Cosway

Cruelty is easy, and it breeds only misery. Kindness is harder, and you have to be brave to give it. To be cruel, you can stay closed off from everyone, wear a mask, but to be kind, in essence, to show love, you have to make yourself vulnerable, show your true self to someone and open yourself up to rejection. — L. H. Cosway

I want him so badly it hurts. But I want all of him. Not just the sex. I want his smiles and his teasing, his smouldering looks. His sad eyes when he thinks nobody's watching. Most of all, I want his heart. — L. H. Cosway

I'd practically groped her under the guise of helping her get out a stain, but still, she looked like she found me about as appealing as second-hand underpants. — L. H. Cosway

Something decidedly female was going on in her head, something of the mystery-to-men variety. I had no idea what she was thinking, but she looked both aggrieved and remorseful. I held very still because it seemed like the safest thing to do.
We stared at each other. — L. H. Cosway

We all paint on a face to show the world," Nicholas replies philosophically. "For some of us, that's quite literal. — L. H. Cosway

Also, I apologise to any woman whose parents were cruel enough to name her Dickina. — L. H. Cosway

I have a history of trying to fix that which is broken, and I still don't think I've fully learned that people can't be fixed, they have to fix themselves. — L. H. Cosway

Ronan glanced at me and did a completely ridiculous, cartoonish double-take complete with wide eyes, agape mouth, raised eyebrows, and three blinks. — L. H. Cosway

He moved closer and threw his arm around my shoulders, murmuring, Why are the beautiful ones always so troubled, huh? — L. H. Cosway

To be a muse is to be a wonder in someone else's eyes, flaws and all. — L. H. Cosway

Because that's how snobs deal with uncomfortable subjects. We belittle their importance, laugh at them, and change the subject to weather or sport. — L. H. Cosway

Do you sleep in a coffin?" Okay, I admit that one was a little out of line, not to mention corny.
"Of course not," he laughs loudly. "I sleep in a bed." A pause. "Would you like to see it? — L. H. Cosway

You need a job and I need a PA, why don't you come and work for me?"
"No thanks, God knows what being your PA would involve."
He laughs. "Well it would involve the usual, faxing, filing, answering the phones, taking
bookings, relieving my sexual needs, etcetera."
"Yeah I thought as much." I tell him, my tone doing all the rejecting for me.
"Seriously though, the offer stands. Think it over." He tells me in a soft voice.
"I don't have PA experience."
"I'll teach you," he says, in a tone that insinuates other things.
"Sure."
He lowers his voice. "I think I'd enjoy teaching you things."
"Can't say I w-would enjoy it." Yeah, right.
"You stuttered," he says — L. H. Cosway

My father old Cosway, with his white marble tablet in the English church at Spanish Town for all to see. It have a crest on it and a motto in Latin and words in big black letters. I never know such lies. [ ... ] "Pious", they write up. "Beloved by all." Not a word about the people he buy and sell like cattle. "Merciful to the weak", they write up. Mercy! [ ... ] I can still see that tablet before my eye because I go to look at it often. I know by heart all the lies they tell - no one stand up and say, Why you write lies in the church? — Jean Rhys

You are a fucking hoot, Fred. I'm officially making you my new best friend. It's quite an honoured and sought after position, I'll have you know. So far I have a grand total of four friends in Dublin. You've currently just snagged yourself the top spot."
"Oh stop, Viv, I'm welling up, here," I reply drily. — L. H. Cosway

You have never been invisible to me, flower. You're all I see. — L. H. Cosway

The more the merrier, that's what I always say. Except if it's an orgy; you've got to be picky in matter of group sex."
"Oh, I completely agree. You can never be too careful in a gang bang."
"Sometimes you end up with too much gang and not enough bang," says Nicholas.
"I've never had a taste for too much gang. I much prefer the latter," I laugh.
"Ah, we have that in common then," he replies in a low voice. — L. H. Cosway

Dearest Annie, Roses are red. Violets are blue. I'm using my hand But I'm thinking of you. - Ronan P.S. Just to clarify, I'm using my hand to write this note ... get your mind out of the gutter. — L. H. Cosway

For the ones whose childhood was stolen. No matter your age, it's never too late to steal it back. Believe in the unbelievable, because this world we live in is magic. — L. H. Cosway

Ronan: I miss your taste. Come over.
Her reply was almost immediate.
Annie: I'm working. You'll see me tonight.
Oh, no way was she getting off that easily. I went into full-on sext mode.
Ronan: I want to make you come with my mouth.
Annie: Ronan! I'm at the office and Gerta is RIGHT BESIDE ME!
Ronan: Gotta say, that kinda makes it hotter. — L. H. Cosway

A-ha, but don't you see, not caring about the money, only caring about winning, that's a luxury. You come from money, so you have the luxury of only caring about your accomplishments. — L. H. Cosway

No need to worry. The closest I've ever come to an STD was a kidney infection. I always put a raincoat on the little fella before heading into a storm. — L. H. Cosway

I love how warm and soft you are. All I ever want to do is touch you, but sometimes it feels like not touching you is even more of a turn on. — L. H. Cosway

That woman." My cousin placed his hands on his hips. "She is a harbinger of ulcers and alcoholism — L. H. Cosway

He leans his face in agonisingly slowly, then tells me in a gravelly, possessive, stomach-flipping voice, Because you're mine. — L. H. Cosway

If Edward Cullen had of been ugly I'm sure Bella Swan wouldn't have been quite so smitten with him coming into her bedroom to watch her sleep at night. We females can be strange, shallow creatures when the mood takes us. — L. H. Cosway

I didn't get far when he was suddenly behind me. He looped his finger through my belt and practically
dragged me to the corner he'd been standing in.
"What the fu ... ."
"Stay still," he ordered. "I need you to block the wind."
I didn't have any snappy comebacks, so I simply stood there, amazed by his gruffness. Hadn't anyone ever taught him simple manners? When I looked at him, I thought that maybe they hadn't. I could easily imagine him as a little Mowgli type, being raised by animals in the jungle. — L. H. Cosway

Wow, I think my crush just disappeared. Cowardice was a surprisingly big turn-off. — L. H. Cosway

It's sad to think how humanity has been reduced to being more comfortable communing through the medium of a keyboard, rather than having a real life conversation. — L. H. Cosway

Michelle: I read about him in the news last week. So hot. I refuse to believe anyone that good looking could be evil. Matilda: Eh, Justin Bieber? Michelle: Bieber doesn't count. He's more like a semi-pretty lesbian. — L. H. Cosway

It's not poop, it's chocolate ... just don't try to eat it because it's full of E. coli. — L. H. Cosway

People are shit. The day you stop expecting decency from them is the day you'll free yourself from getting hurt. — L. H. Cosway

I want to heal him with each and every one of our kisses. With every time we make love. Make him see that despite the past, the future holds mysteries that we can explore hand in hand. His melodious voice pulls me out of these thoughts. — L. H. Cosway

I did, Matilda. I might tell you that you're mine, but you need to understand that it goes both ways. I belong to you, too. — L. H. Cosway

If I wasn't me and you weren't you, I'd go home with you in a heartbeat. You know that, right?" I told him quietly.
For a second he glanced away, then bent his head to reply, his voice husky, "It's because you're you and I'm me that we want each other, Karla. And I wouldn't have it any other way." Before I could stop him his mouth dipped to mine, and he laid a soft, lingering kiss on my lips. — L. H. Cosway

Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because you are not forgettable." His voice deepened and sounded gruff with frustration. "I can't have you believing that. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since Will's birthday party, and trust me, I've tried. I have a spider plant at home that is very much alive as proof. — L. H. Cosway

What was it about my obsession with romance that always made me feel embarrassed? Like it was a silly, girlish thing to obsess about. In reality, it was what we all wanted, right? — L. H. Cosway

It's plainly obvious that Jay is about as homosexual as Gerard Butler in the movie 300. — L. H. Cosway

Mullets and questionably tight pants aside, the best music in the world was '80s rock, and I had no qualms about admitting it. I didn't want music that was maudlin and depressing - I wanted music that put me in a good mood and made the world look a little bit brighter. — L. H. Cosway

Nicholas is gay, isn't he," she says, her voice dripping with dejection.
I shrug, again remembering his proposition from last night. "Not necessarily. The jury's still out. There's hope for a Christmas wedding yet," I tell her. — L. H. Cosway

I care about you more than I care about myself, Fred. — L. H. Cosway

Nora, your self-pity monitor is beeping, it's telling me you're feeling sorry for yourself over something trivial and need to get a life. — L. H. Cosway

My love ... I don't always want you tied up. I want you free. I want you wild. I want you brave. I want you any way I can get you. I want you now, and I want you for the rest of my life. — L. H. Cosway

Kiss me, Jack," I begged, forcing myself to ask for what I truly wanted for once. "I can't," he replied with a sigh of frustration. "Please," I whimpered desperately. "When I kiss you, it will be everywhere. When I kiss you, I won't stop there. If I taste you, I'll want to taste everything. — L. H. Cosway

There's a smile in his voice when he goes on, "What are you doing in there, baby?"
"Nothing," I answer, a little too quickly.
"Okay, you keep on doing nothing. I'll just sit here while you're at it. This spot is surprisingly comfortable. — L. H. Cosway

Don't say you'll try. Say you'll succeed. Trying means you're giving yourself the option to fail. Don't give yourself that option. I didn't and look at me five years sober. — L. H. Cosway

I think I've missed you all my life — L. H. Cosway

Christ, I need you," he swears. "If you don't stop me now, I'm going to fuck you, darlin'."
He licks a line from my neck to my earlobe, taking it into his mouth and sucking, his tongue flickering.
"Jay," I moan his name, and an appreciative groan rumbles up out of his chest. "Yes. Please. — L. H. Cosway

I also had the distinct impression that, when he'd leaned into my space, he'd tried to smell me, and he'd managed to do it without coming across as a creepy creeper. Admittedly, if he were less epically good-looking, he might have come across as a creepy creeper. But, as he had the body of a gladiator and the face of a movie star, I felt flustered, flattered, and turned on. The fact that I felt flattered made me feel like an idiot. I hated this about myself. I hated that, even though I knew better, good looks negated odd behavior. His odd behavior being that he was attempting to use all five of his senses to experience me while trapping us in an elevator; I didn't doubt that, if I'd given him any indication that I was in favor of his advances, he would have tried to taste me as well. I shivered at the thought, a wave of warmth spreading from my chest to the pit of my stomach, stinging and sudden, like a hot flash. — L. H. Cosway

And I had no one to talk to about it because I was a fucking hermit! — L. H. Cosway

I let out a loud bark of a laugh and teased, "Well, you're no Gandy." Jack shot me a confused glance. "And thank fuck for that. Who wants to look like a little old bald man with John Lennon glasses? — L. H. Cosway

Break the rules, Karla. Just this once, — L. H. Cosway

I was just a person, and he was just a person, and together we were scrambling in the dark to try to understand each other. — L. H. Cosway

You know, you should think about getting in touch with Gabriel, he's your half-brother and also a really good guy." Delilah looks at me cynically. "Gabriel despises me." "He despises Ethan, you I think he might just have some time for. After all, you're both dhamphirs." "That's like me telling you you'll get along with George Bush because you're both human." Delilah replies snidely. I get her point, but still I grin and respond. "You're right, we would definitely get along. He'd make me feel all intelligent and shit. — L. H. Cosway

I wanted to high-five the fuck out of myself then do a victory dance. But I didn't, because, you know, manly. — L. H. Cosway

You're too cute sometimes. I mean, seriously too cute."
"I'm not cute. I'm aloof and manly." I lifted a disdainful eyebrow at the idea of me as cute. Ridiculous. — L. H. Cosway

So why not live with the magic? Be a kid again and believe in the fantastical. Life is more fun with a little smoke and mirrors. — L. H. Cosway

I've always considered children's parties an excuse for adults to get drunk under the guise of doing something special for their child. I know my dad had always exploited that idea anyway. — L. H. Cosway

Has anyone ever told you that you use twenty words when five will do? — L. H. Cosway

His eyes sparkle with some kind of hidden knowledge as he lets me pass, like beautiful people know the meaning of the universe and are amused by us ordinary folks who have to bumble along in the dark. — L. H. Cosway

How many times of my pushing him away did I think it would take before he'd stop pursuing me? This was what I wanted. — L. H. Cosway

Nothing worth having is easy. The same goes for people. The ones who take cold, hard guts to get inside of are the most worthy of all. The ones you have to fight for. — L. H. Cosway

In life, you often had to reshape your square edges to accommodate the plethora of difference that existed in the corners of our individualities. Yes, — L. H. Cosway

I don't think I'll ever be the man you deserve Freda."
"You already are. — L. H. Cosway

He had a great laugh, a sexy laugh. My laugh was the mating call of the Yeti. — L. H. Cosway

Skin is important, Lille. Some marks last forever. You have to decide if they're worth it. — L. H. Cosway

In no particular order: baked goods, Colin Farrell's eyebrows, and the thighs of rugby players everywhere. And to the city of Edinburgh, where a love story was born. — L. H. Cosway

Would it make you feel better to know that we all get the same number of hours in a day, days in a year? Some people might be rich and some might be poor, but none of them can buy time. It is one of the fairest systems in the world. — L. H. Cosway

For this world of readers and writers. There's nowhere else I'd rather be than here with you. May we all have an adventure just like Lille's, in the pages and in our minds. — L. H. Cosway

Firing up my iPod, I selected my favorite workout playlist and started at a slow jog. "The Final Countdown" came on, putting me instantly in the zone. — L. H. Cosway

My hand moves of its own volition, probably more out of shock than anything else, and I slap him hard right across the face. The room falls silent, and everyone's looking at me like I'm some kind of crazy person. — L. H. Cosway

No one knows who I am ... that I am she ... that she is me. — L. H. Cosway

You think you could come again?" he asked in a sleepy voice. "You're exhausted, Oliver. Go to sleep." "But my hand is jealous of my mouth," he whined playfully. "It wants to feel you come, too." My — L. H. Cosway

You're so full of yourself."
"You wish you were full of myself," he retorts.
I shiver and blush. "I can't tell if that was the best comeback ever or the worst. — L. H. Cosway

Why talk to a person if you had nothing in common with them? What would that accomplish, other than a painfully stunted conversation? — L. H. Cosway

peering up at me like he wanted to know all my secrets, or at least borrow them. — L. H. Cosway

You've got me under your skin now, Lille. — L. H. Cosway

WONDERFUL, JEFFREY, JUST CUNTING WONDERFUL!! — L. H. Cosway

because I'm terrible at almost everything else in life. Take walking or talking, for instance, never mind attempting both at the same time. Or smiling. Or not being weird. Or not creeping people out. Or not being the cause of every awkward silence in a five-mile radius. — L. H. Cosway

Sometimes it feels like I have so much to say, yet none of the ability to actually articulate it. So I remain silent, a quiet observer of human life as it orbits around me, so bright and fascinating. It catches right in my lungs, this need to express myself, and burns like a river of fire up to my vocal chords, stunting everything that's inside, struggling to break out.
Florence Vaine, A Vision of Green — L. H. Cosway

Stop looking at me like that," I say, frowning and rubbing at my chest. He has this habit of making my heart sore, making my lungs feel like there's not enough air.
He tilts his head attractively, which only makes matters worse. "Like what?"
"Like you're molesting me with your eyes," I blurt out.
His answering laugh is long and deep. I can barely handle the affection in his gaze. "Okay, I'll try to stop. But if it all gets to be too much for you, this apartment happens to have a very nice bathroom. You can go rub one out again to take the edge off. I'll come listen, too, if that will help."
There he goes again, pushing me.
I do a slow blink at him before coming out with a rather masterful comeback. And when I say "masterful," I mean shit. "Why don't you go and rub one out?"
He cocks an eyebrow. "I don't rub out, darlin'. I jack off. — L. H. Cosway