Best 28 quotes of M. Leighton on MyQuotes

Blaze your own trail in life. Make your own choices and make your own mistakes. It's the only way you'll find your own happiness, not someone else's.

Happily ever after doesn't come easy. But for love, it's always worth the fight.

Hearts don't often break even. One person is usually more hurt while the other is more relieved.

I resist the urge to pump my fist. I'm not sure why, but I feel like I've just won some sort of competition worthy of headlines.

Not all guys that look a certain way or dress a certain way or act a certain way are the same.

Think with the big head, man! Think with the big head!

Can you trust me? Please! I know I’ve not given you many reasons to, but this one time, just go with your heart. I promise you, promise you¸ I won’t let you down.

Don't. Please don't say it." I search his eyes. For what, I don't know. "Why?" "Because I don't want you to. I need you to come back to me. Not to help me. Or to help my father. I'm done with that. I don't want your help. It all boils down to you. I just want you.

Do you know how hard it was to let you work tonight? To know that I can’t touch you or kiss you or even watch you?” he pants against my open mouth. “All I could think about was what you look like naked and the little noises you make when I stick my tongue inside you.

For a second, Hardyy felt sorry for her. She really was messed up. 'Nobody is perfect Cheyenne. We can all do better, but do it for yourself, not for me. Not for anyone else.

Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” “You might’ve mentioned it once or twice before,” “That’s right. I did mention it before. I remember telling you how amazing you are. I think we were in front of a mirror.” “Does that sound familiar?” “Um, yeah. That seems vaguely familiar.” “Vaguely? Maybe I didn’t pound it into you hard enough.” “Oh, I think you pounded it in plenty hard.” “Maybe I should’ve taken the time to give you a good tongue-lashing, too, then.” “Oh, I think the form of communication you used was very effective.” “So it’s all coming back to you now?” “Yes, it’s all coming back to me.” “If you’re lying, I could sweat it out of you, you know.” “I’m not lying. It’s etched into my memory. Permanently.” “Maybe we should revisit it, just so you’re clear on everything we discussed. I want to make sure it’s in there. Nice and deep. So you never forget it.” “I doubt there’s anything you could do to get it in there any deeper.” “Oh, I can think of one or two things. The only way we’ll know for sure, though, is to try. And I don’t know about you, but I’m committed to this.  Invested. And I’m nothing if not thorough.

He drew me like gravity.

If you had a piece of coal, we could hold her down, shove it up her ass, and come collect a big, fat diamond in a few days.

I know what that feels like. I know what it’s like to care about someone so much they make you desperate.

Il dolore. Fa male. Mi sento morire dentro. Ti prego, aiutami», la supplico, piangendo. «Vorrei poterlo fare, Vi. Ma l’unica cosa che toglie il dolore è il tempo. Passerà, te lo prometto. Andrà via alla fine.

I’m not taking a chance. I feel like I can’t breathe without you. I’m just doing what I need to do to survive. It’s as simple as that.” “Then let me be your air,” he says quietly.

I'm supposed to carry you over the threshold, right?" I laugh. "If that's what you're doing, I must've slept through something important," I say dryly. He quirks one eyebrow and shoots me a cocky grin. "Oh trust me, I won't let you sleep through any of the good stuff.

It’s me,” he says softly. “Stop listening to everything else. Remember the way you feel when I’m kissing you and touching you. Don’t think with your head. You know me. And when my lips are on yours, you trust me.” As if to make his point, he dips his head and brushes his mouth over mine. Sparks fly between us. As always. “You trust me, when my hands are on your skin.” He runs his palms down my arms and then over to my waist where he pushes them up under the edge of my shirt. Chills break out down my back. “You trust me when you turn your mind off, when you just feel.

It’s only been a few hours and all I can think about is the way you taste, the way you feel wrapped around me. When you’re so hot and so ready. So wet,” he murmurs against my mouth.

It took me a couple of months to realize I was in love with her. Well, probably not to realize it. More like to admit it. And when I did, I knew that was why I had chosen to stay away from her. I love her enough to want her to be happy and safe and successful, and all that other shit. I want her to have everything she wants in life. - Nash

Promise you’ll never leave me. Stay with me, Olivia. Come home with me tomorrow and stay.” “I’ll stay with you as long as you want me.” “I’ll want you with me forever. I never want to spend another night without you. Ever. I can’t stand the thought of something happening to you. I can’t stand the thought of us fighting. I can’t stand the thought of you being anything other than deliriously happy. With me.

Scommetto che riesci ad aiutarla persino in quei casi, vero?». Lo guardo storto. «Certo, è la mia migliore amica e le voglio bene. Perché non dovrei?» «Perché alcune persone non possono essere aiutate.

—Tú eres mi esperanza. Tú eres la promesa de mi furuto. Sin ti, solo hay pesar, No hay bondad, ni color, ni belleza..., solo muerte y desolación. Tú me has traído de nuevo a la vida, Sloane, y no quiero volver a alejarme de ti.

What are you asking of me?” Cash’s back is to me. I see him run his fingers through his hair and I hear him sigh again.  “I’m asking you to trust me, Olivia.” He turns to face me. “Trust in what you know about me. Because I know, if you stop listening to your fear, you know who I am. Deep down. You know me, Olivia. You know me.

Wrapped up in him, in his bad boy ways and his good guy heart, is my whole world. Somehow, while I wasn’t looking, I fell. And I fell hard. For my soul mate. For the love of my life. For my hero.

You are such a piece of shit," I yell into the quiet cab, slapping the horn accidentally. It makes a sound like a wounded duck. "Don't you talk back to me! You're this close to going to car heaven at the junk yard.

You'd better close those lips before I'm tempted to kiss them and really give you something to be all hot and bothered about.

You shine like the sun and you move like water. Your eyes are the perfect mix of gray and brown, like fog in the woods, and you smell like lilacs in the summer. I think if you laughed, it would sound like music.