critical-quoter - Tumblr blog

[critical-quoter]

'As long as dreams remain, so do the stars,' I whispered. He dropped a kiss to my forehead. 'And so do we.'

Of Night and Chaos - Jenna Wolfhart

[critical-quoter]

'Dima,' she said again, and his grip on her tightened. 'Dima, I swear,' she confessed to his chest in a whisper, 'this love I have for you will be the death of me.'

One for My Enemy - Olivie Blake

[critical-quoter]

I don't want the sharp look he just had back on me. It makes me feel vulnerable. No, not vulnerable, exposed. Exposed like a butterfly pinned to a board. Splayed out and held in place for him to look his fill.

God Complex - Darcy Dahlia

[critical-quoter]

I'd crawl on my hands and knees to have you on my tongue again. Ozzy's heated declaration floats back to me, reminding me that words can act like a healing balm. That words don't need to hurt. They can glide over my skin, making me shudder with pleasure instead.

On the Line - Naomi Loud

[critical-quoter]

In seeking Heaven, I reached too far. I flew too high with wings made of wax. Now I've fallen. I have ruined us both.

Beautiful Revenge - Sienna Blake

[critical-quoter]

Strange that life granted power in the face of loss, stranger yet that the person who would be most proud was not here to witness it.

A Touch of Chaos - Scarlett St. Clair

[critical-quoter]

“What should I tell you, Kate, hmm?” His voice is dark and sharp as he sinks his hands into my hips and pulls me close. “That your birthday is my lock code, that I keep your horribly sewn handkerchief in my journal at work, that I’ve archived every single photograph you’ve ever published, that I lure your cat to my house for cuddles, that I walk into bakeries in the fall just to see the foods you love, that I sit in your mother’s greenhouse and breathe in the scent of your favorite flowers, because anything you’ve touched, anything colored by the memory of you, are relics and I’m a supplicant?”

Better Hate Than Never - Chloe Liese

[critical-quoter]

I want someone who doesn’t sit back and look at how the landscape of their life will change by adding me into it and weigh whether I’m worth the change. I want them to pull me into it with both hands and make it something new without a second thought.

The Bombshell Effect - Karla Sorensen

[critical-quoter]

Seeing her talk to another guy? Laugh with another guy? Touch another guy? I might commit murder, trapped in a hell of my own making.

Famous Last Words - C. W. Farnsworth

[critical-quoter]

There is beauty in the snowfall, in the way the light breaks through the trees at dawn…there’s even beauty in death, in the end of the world, the brevity of everything we will ever experience, the passing into nothing. But I’ve never seen beauty like you.

Beautiful Savage - Caroline Peckham

[critical-quoter]

I’m a tree that grew in cruel wind, twisted and bent by it. Sex and violence, passion and intensity, are inextricably entwined for me. I can’t have one without the other. Right or wrong doesn’t come into it. I am the way life made me.

There Is No Devil - Sophie Lark

[critical-quoter]

I want to know your favorite color and the way you take your coffee. I want to know what your laugh sounds like when you think something is really funny. I want to know what kind of music makes you want to dance and the kind of dessert you save room for at a restaurant.

The Piece That Breaks - N. J. Gray

[critical-quoter]

You may not have a future, but you will always have that past. Don't let anything or anyone take away those happy memories of your first love.

When Forever Changes - Siobhan Davis

[critical-quoter]

Because a fear still lived down deep; one that told me the whispers of him would be all I ever had.

Whispers of You - Catherine Cowles

[critical-quoter]

"He said 'Mom, I met her.' And I said, 'Who?'" Loretta's lips curve up, her eyes taking on a faraway look. "He said, 'The woman I'm going to marry one day.'"

Reckless - Elsie Silvers

[critical-quoter]

My life's never been simple. And if not having you meant it would be, then I'd rather live a thousand lives of turmoil banished to purgatory instead.

Time with Mr. Silver - Elle Nichol

[critical-quoter]

Sam always says, a child who is not loved by his village will burn it down to feel its warmth.

The Villain - L. J. Shen