Jasinda Quotes & Sayings

If I HAVE to choose between a love and breath ,i will take my last breath to say I LOVE YOU — Jasinda Wilder

Feel. Grieve. Let yourself fell the anger at the fact that he was taken from you. Feel the loss of him . Feel the sadness and the missing him. Don't block it out, don't cut so it so stop, don't drink yourself numb. Just sit and let it all rip you apart. And then get up and keep breathing. One breath at a time. One day at a time. Wake up, and be shredded. Cry for a while. Then stop crying and go about your day. You're not okay but you're alive, and you will be okay, someday — Jasinda Wilder

Go somewhere far away and figure out who you are. Just you start there. Find out who you are. — Jasinda Wilder

Kyrie ... you are so fucking beautiful." His voice was low, reverent. "And you are mine. — Jasinda Wilder

We have to keep reminding ourselves that we have to stop, or we never will. — Jasinda Wilder

Oh, god ... " I whimper. "I haven't done anything yet, baby," Colton growls. "I know," I pant. "I was just saying your name. — Jasinda Wilder

I'm a guy. I pee and I miss the toilet. I take shits. I eat cheeseburgers. I watch baseball and drink beer. — Jasinda Wilder

Empty Sex is like Pringles: You can eat million of them, but they never really fill you up. If you want to be truly satisfied, you have to eat real food. — Jasinda Wilder

I want you to let yourself be broken. Let yourself hurt. — Jasinda Wilder

When he died, I think she did, too, it just took longer time for her body to realize her heart and mind were already dead. — Jasinda Wilder

If I amount to anything it'll be as part of a band. That's it. I'll be playing dive bars and shitty clubs, and I'll get high in the alleys and do lines in the bathrooms, and eventually I'll OD and that'll be that." I glance ad her. "Is that the life you want? — Jasinda Wilder

She'll hurt me. I know this. I can see it, feel it coming. She's got so much pain, so many cracks and shards and jags in her soul, and I'm going to get cut by her if I'm not careful. — Jasinda Wilder

It was, possibly, the most potent orgasm I'd ever felt, made dirty and scandalous and all the more intense for taking place at a restaurant table in full view of the owner who was listing the dishes and waxing eloquent on the food he was going to bring out next. — Jasinda Wilder

The only way past the pain is through it.
You can't escape it.
You can't ignore it.
Pain, grief, anger, misery ... they don't go away-
they just increase and compound and get worse.
You have to live through them,acknowledge them.
You have to give your pain
its due. — Jasinda Wilder

My motivation in life was to be a good enough man for her, worthy of her awesomeness. — Jasinda Wilder

Don't tell Becca I said that. You guys are equally hot, I was just - I couldn't help — Jasinda Wilder

It's simple, Grey. I'm a spoiled brat. I've always gotten what I want. Always. And I want you all to myself. I don't want you working there anymore, and I knew you'd fight me on it, so I took the fight away from you. I don't care how much it costs, I have to have you all to myself. — Jasinda Wilder

You and I? It may end badly. I may get hurt. But guess what? I don't care! I've never had my heart broken. Maybe I'm fine with risking it, because it's better than being afraid and going through life bored. — Jasinda Wilder

You can't hold it in forever," Colton said, apropos of nothing. "Yes, I can." I had to. "You'll go crazy. It'll come out, one way or another." "Better crazy than broken." I wasn't sure where that came from, hadn't thought it or meant to say it. "You're not broken. You're hurting. — Jasinda Wilder

Here's the deal, though. Real men watch girly shit with their wives, and they don't bitch about it. Because you know what? When you're done watching that girly shit, your woman is happy. And what do happy women do? They take you to bed and bang your brains out. — Jasinda Wilder

The music glides between the pores of your skin to bubble through your veins in place of blood, and you can't help but clutch the mic with both trembling hands and let the song flow out of you like blood from a wound. In those moments, when the music has replaced everything and even awareness of your own body has faded, you can't breathe, can't do anything but let the song own you, let the performance rocket through you. There's no people, no problems in your life, no buzz of alcohol in your blood or pain in your heart. — Jasinda Wilder

Layla turned to Harris. "Do you collect porn?" He just stared at her from behind his sunglasses. "The only thing I've ever collected is scars, Miss Campari. And the memories that go with them." "Well shit, Harris," Layla said, "way to just take the fun right out of the conversation. Also, that was the most badass comeback I've ever heard." "I aim to please, Miss Campari. — Jasinda Wilder

That's me
The silent girl
The stutterer
The prisoner
The smart girl
The valedictorian scribbling maledictions to no one — Jasinda Wilder

You're my woman. Of course
I'm responsible for you. It's my highest duty in life to take care of you, protect you. -Jason Dorsey — Jasinda Wilder

I've always gotten what I want. Always. And I want you all to myself. I don't want you working there anymore, and I knew you'd fight me on it, so I took the fight away from you. — Jasinda Wilder

You light up the blackness that has been my life, and I don't know how to ever be the kind of man you need and deserve, but I want to try. For you, for me, and for us. — Jasinda Wilder

We had forever, and it was taken from us. Let's save our forever, Cade. Please. Let's take it back. — Jasinda Wilder

I'll let you go. But remember that you belong to me. and I will collecting you.
You are MINE! — Jasinda Wilder

Such awful timing. There's a dead man in the bathroom, and I'm trying not to kiss Rania. What the fuck is wrong with you, Hunter? — Jasinda Wilder

It's not okay," I tell her. This gets her attention; it's not what she was expecting. "You don't have to be okay." "What do you want from me?" Her voice is ragged, desperate. "I want you to let yourself be broken. Let yourself hurt." She shakes her head again. "I can't. If I let it out, it'll never stop." "Yes, it will. — Jasinda Wilder

He stood more than a foot taller than I did, his shoulders like a football player's pads, arms corded thick. He was huge, I realized. Kyle had been lean and toned. Colton was ... something else. Obviously powerful. Hard. Primal. — Jasinda Wilder

My thoughts are free to roam back to the way she leaned her head on my arm for a split second, as if wishing she could let herself go, let herself lean farther. But she didn't, and I can't help but respect her for that, even I know her strength is false, propped up by the shaky girders of Old Man Jack. One day soon, those girders will collapse, and her world will crumble, and I know I have to be there when that happens. — Jasinda Wilder

The elevator dinged again, letting them off on their floor. As they exited, Chase still pressed against Jamie's front, they heard the man on the elevator mumble, Damn kids. Smells like sex in here. — Jasinda Wilder

I'll support whatever you decide. I'll
help you any way I can. What's mine is
yours, okay? If you need something, I'll make sure you have it, however I have to get it.
Jason Dorsey — Jasinda Wilder

We understand each other, Nelly. We've both lost someone we love. We both have scars and regrets and anger. We can do this together. — Jasinda Wilder

I will always love you. You saved me, Rania."
"No, you saved me."
"We saved each other, then, — Jasinda Wilder

If I'm walking into heartbreak, that's my own choice, Eden. — Jasinda Wilder

Falling in love. A strange phrase, so common as to be nearly useless, a kind of semantic saturation on a cultural level. It was only when you felt yourself falling in love and thought about how that felt and what it meant that the phrase took on meaning, letting you really comprehend the accuracy of the description. — Jasinda Wilder

I feel like everyone who sees me knows what I am. As if it is written on my forehead in bold black ink. Perhaps it is written on my soul, now, and they can see it in my eyes, those windows to my soul. — Jasinda Wilder

Space and time and boundaries between identities fade away, until all that exists for those brief, endless seconds, is you, one melded person, one self. You. One you, from two fragments of I. — Jasinda Wilder

The songs we sing to each other are statements. An ongoing discussion in music notes. — Jasinda Wilder

I can't be fixed."
"You're committed to being broken forever?"
"Goddamit, Colton. Why are you doing this? You don't know me."
"I want to." It's the answer to both of her statements. — Jasinda Wilder

I want to kiss you whenever I feel like it. I want to tell you when you're being ridiculous. I want to make love to you. I want to fuck you. I want to hold you. I want to be yours. — Jasinda Wilder

I just thought maybe if we wrote letters, we could talk about whatever we wanted. — Jasinda Wilder

You are not merely finding a physical release, you are coming into a new realm, coming into heaven, coming into him, becoming him. — Jasinda Wilder

You saved me, you know. Life had me running. Had me by the throat, and I really was falling under, losing hope. And then I met you, and you gave me a reason to keep my head above water. You taught me to swim. You taught me to life. And instead of giving up, I fell in love. I fell under your spell, Kylie, and ever single day since, I've fallen further and further under for you. — Jasinda Wilder

God ... Becca." His voice was thick, low, rough. "How am I supposed to be able to breathe when you're so beautiful? — Jasinda Wilder

What - what are you going to do to me?" I hated how weak, how afraid I sounded. "Everything." His voice was thick with promise. "But nothing you won't enjoy. — Jasinda Wilder

Nothing. It is nothing. Stop worrying about me."
"I can't stop worrying about you. — Jasinda Wilder

Trick with women is to not try and figure them out. You won't. Just accept 'em as they are, and try to go with the flow. — Jasinda Wilder

Dawson ... It's a whispered plea, but I don't know if I'm asking for more or begging him to stop. — Jasinda Wilder

I know all too well how painful it is to be constantly aroused, Kyrie. I've been hard for you since the moment I woke up. Since the moment I met you, honestly. I'm always hard for you, Kyrie. I ache for you every moment of every day. I wake up at night, having dreamed of burying my cock inside you, and when I wake up I'm mere moments for coming all over myself like a horny teenager. I am desperate to be inside you, Kyrie. This torture is for both of us. — Jasinda Wilder

... when you feel that kind of all-consuming need for someone, a person you'd do fucking anything for, no matter what? They're in your fucking skin, in your soul, like the essence of who they are is imprinted on you so completely like the very air you breathe ... That's love. — Jasinda Wilder

His lithe and lethal grace is hypnotic, too, in the way he moves like a leopard in the African grass, even if it's just striding down a sidewalk. I got sucked into all this, but I can't afford to let it ... — Jasinda Wilder

Grey, just breathe. I love you. Unless you can tell me, without lying, that you dont love me back, then everything's going to be okay ... — Jasinda Wilder

Happiness, I've discovered, is a choice, a habit. It's a mindset. - Shea in the Preacher's Son #3: Unbroken — Jasinda Wilder

I need you to love me. I need you to tell me it's going to be okay. Lie to me if you have to, and tell me everything will be okay. I'm lost, Cade. And you're the only north I have. — Jasinda Wilder

I'm still trying to find the words to heal you,
To take your pain and make it all my own
So your beautiful eyes can smile,
So you can be at peace.
And now that Fate has intervened,
Conspired to draw us together,
I can't resist the lure of your eyes,
The temptation of you beauty,
The siren song of you voice
Whispering my name
In the dark comfort between my sheets.
I can't resist you, baby,
Because I'm falling still,
I'm falling into you. — Jasinda Wilder

All we can do is try, do our best. Give as much time as we have to give, one day at a time. One breath at a time — Jasinda Wilder

Things always seem impossible when you're on the wrong side of fear. — Jasinda Wilder

I've always had a passion for life and I think that translated into a bit of overindulgence. What can I say? I've never met a cupcake I didn't like. — Jasinda Wilder

And now we're learning how to fall in love together. I don't care what any one else says. I
love you. I'll always love you, no matter what happens with us in the future. I love you now and
forever. - Kyle — Jasinda Wilder

Touching his cock was like eating chips; I couldn't stop after just one. — Jasinda Wilder

There is so much. I had no fucking clue I could feel this way, this much. It's like some deep well opened up inside me, and now all the love in all the world is being poured through me into her. — Jasinda Wilder

I'm thoroughly addicted to you, Becca. If I don't get a regular fix of your body, I might go into withdrawal."
"That's a very serious condition. Maybe we should wean you off that addiction."
"Oh, no. I'm happily addicted. I don't have many vices, you know. I don't really drink, don't smoke, I'm not into partying or anything like that. But you? I'm very much into you. I wouldn't give you up for anything."
"Well, in that case, we'd better make sure you get your fix, Mr. Dorsey. I wouldn't want you to go into withdrawal."
"No, we wouldn't want that. it'd be bad."
"What are the symptoms of withdrawal, just so I know what to look for?"
"Well, I tend to get cranky, that's the firs thing. I get really horny, and it's hard for me to concentrate."
"I see. And what's the best method of giving you a fix?"
"I'm not particular."
"So if you touched me, right here in this parking lot, that would help you? — Jasinda Wilder

Let ... it ... go," he whispers, his voice a fierce, harsh sound in my hair. "No. No!" The last word is screamed. "You have to. You can't bleed it out. You can't keep pretending, drinking it down. — Jasinda Wilder

How do you compete with a ghost, Colton?" I whisper the question into a long silence.
He shrugs. "I don't know. You don't. You just understand that there's a part of you that you can't give away, because it belongs to a dead person. I don't know. — Jasinda Wilder

Then her eyes are fluttering open and she's looking into me. Not at me, but into me. — Jasinda Wilder

I'm funny all the time. You just never knew until now. — Jasinda Wilder

I'm in battle mode. Shut down. Hard. I'm not Hunter anymore. I'm Lance Corporal Lee, USMC. Semper Fi, bitches. — Jasinda Wilder

You can't Nell. Just... hold my hand. I love you" - Kyle — Jasinda Wilder

The stars froze in the sky, and the moon went dark, and all the world stopped and stared, awed at the sheer, breathtaking passion blazing between us. — Jasinda Wilder

Hands are the medium of expression, as eyes are the windows to the soul. — Jasinda Wilder

This ... hole in the world, man-shaped. Me-shaped. A vacancy. — Jasinda Wilder

I'm barely holding onto my restraint right now, so if you want our first time together to have anything like romance to it, then just shut it. All right, love? — Jasinda Wilder

I am not Sabah. I am Rania. And I feel."
"Good. No more Sabah. Only Rania. — Jasinda Wilder

He's brought me breakfast. In bed. And
he's done it shirtless. Women of America, be jealous. — Jasinda Wilder

Fermented grief is far more potent — Jasinda Wilder

They took him, although he loved me, and would have made me his. I wanted to be his.
Someone's.
Anyone's. — Jasinda Wilder

I did answer. I said a little. I'm afraid of what you can do. I mean, I feel safe with you, though. I know you'd never hurt me." I take her face in my hands. It's too familiar, too affectionate, too soon. I can't help it, though. "Just the opposite. I will protect you. From others and from yourself. Always." "Why?" Barely audible. "Because I want to. Because ... " I struggle to find the right words. "Because you deserve it, and you need it." "No, I don't. — Jasinda Wilder

Sometimes, maybe ... sometimes there's no right or wrong. Sometimes there's just ... surviving. — Jasinda Wilder

Yes, I know, I'm complicated - sorry, not sorry. — Jasinda Wilder

His smirk widened into a grin. "Well, I might need to get to know you a bit before we start biting each other. You know, exchange names at least." He stuck his hand out. "Ian Stirling. — Jasinda Wilder

Some things are free, Rania. My love for you is free. All you have to do is take it. Accept it. — Jasinda Wilder

If you feel yourself falling, let it happen. I swear to you I'll catch you. — Jasinda Wilder

You don't ever really let go, though. You don't stop. You don't stop hurting, you don't stop loving. It doesn't go away, you just keep living and eventually shit gets pushed into the background of your life so it's not consuming you every day. And then one day you know you're okay. It still hurts, you still miss that person. And yeah, you forget the details. The way she smelled, the way her mouth tasted, how her skin felt, the sound of her voice. It's almost like a different life, a different person that loved her, was with her. But on a day-to-day level, you know you're okay. Sort of. — Jasinda Wilder

I can tell you what I see. I can tell you what I know about you. I can tell you how I feel. I can't show you what you really are. But arguing with you won't accomplish anything. I think we've both had our share of people trying to fix us. It doesn't work. We can only fix ourselves. Let ourselves heal. — Jasinda Wilder

You done a number on him, Colt. He needs a doctor, or he ain't gonna make it." "He tried to rape her, Split. Then he punched her." "To be fair," Nell puts in, "he only punched me after I put a knife to his throat." Split coughs a laugh. "You what? Girl, you crazy. — Jasinda Wilder

But we have to learn to be free. We have to, Nell. Doesn't mean happy all the time, or okay all the time. It's okay not to be okay. I told you that, but I'm relearning it myself. But not being okay doesn't mean you stop living. — Jasinda Wilder

Never understood how much I loved you. I didn't. I know how we talked about our love, how it was this thing that was EVERYTHING to us? I was everything to me, Ever, every last goddamned motherfucking thing, and it's gone. You're gone. And I needed it even more than I knew then, when I had you. — Jasinda Wilder

I should have seen it coming." The words don't surprise me, but they piss me off. I pull away and glare down at her. "Don't you fucking dare, Nell Hawthorne. Don't you dare put this on yourself. You should never have to see shit like this coming." She backs away, stunned and afraid by the intensity I know is radiating off me. "Colton, I just meant he's always shown - " "Stop. Just stop right there. Granted, you should've never gotten involved with a douchetard like him, but that's no excuse for what he did. — Jasinda Wilder

You know I've put on, like, fifteen pounds of muscle since I met you? Because you get me worked up and then I can't get off on my own because if feels wrong, and I need to let it out, so I work out. You turn me on, just breathing. — Jasinda Wilder

I'm not a fucking dog, so don't 'good girl' me. — Jasinda Wilder

Dan moans behind me, reminding her of the problem. She straightens in fear at the sound of his voice, peers over my shoulder at the chunk of bloody beef that is Dan Sikorsky. She looks slowly from him to me. "What did you do?" I duck my head, embarrassed. "I sort of lost my temper. — Jasinda Wilder

Messy hair, uncombed, gel-free, un-styled and perfectly imperfect. — Jasinda Wilder

Better crazy than broken. — Jasinda Wilder

I wasn't always in love with Colton Calloway; I was in love with his younger brother, Kyle, first. Kyle was my first one true love, my first in every way. — Jasinda Wilder

Accept the guilt, acknowledge your fault. Then, live. Learn from it, and keep going. You don't forget, you don't block it or bury it. You just ... live. Don't let guilt define you. — Jasinda Wilder

You're not broken. You're hurting — Jasinda Wilder

The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned. - Maya Angelou. — Jasinda Wilder