Best 77 quotes of Rachel Van Dyken on MyQuotes

All that damn therapy you made me go through — and sometimes, Dad, it takes going through hell to reach your heaven.” I looked at the door. “That bad huh?” “What?” “You like her that much?” “No.” I swallowed. “I love her.

And you run five point six miles every day at three in the afternoon, yet you hate running. We all do what we gotta do to get what we want. You want a nice body? You work for it.

—¿Arruinada? —Sí, una ruina, porque al ayudarme a derribar todos esos demonios, me construiste de nuevo. Y por eso, nunca voy a ser capaz de pagarte. •capítulo 44

Because everyone knows, when it comes to love, it’s not the fall that hurts… it’s the landing.

Because my weakness has always been her, it would always be her.

Being with Demetri wasn’t the absence of pain, it was the added presence of peace, making it easier and easier for that little part of my heart to heal again.--From Pull: A Seaside Novel

Boots, it’s college. We’re segregated regardless, whether it be by major or class. This is just the way things are here. It keeps everyone safe.

but when a person’s so stuck in their own hole of darkness — it hurts like hell when someone shines a light on them. Your eyes have to adjust, and let’s just say it isn’t a pleasant experience; it’s why people stay there.

Cielos. El cielo en la tierra. Amaba esa sonrisa. Me refiero a que, por el momento lo odiaba pero su risa era… algo diferente. Hacía que quisiera caer presa de sus encantos, pero lo sabía mejor. No lo hacía lindo. Sólo…se lo hacía a las chicas, lo que aparentemente funcionaba bien para él. •capítulo 22

Dar tu alma a alguien es como si a propósito te apuñales en el corazón y estás en espera de la persona que amas para que detenga el sangrado. —Wes M. •capítulo 32

—Demostrando un punto. —Me desvestí hasta que estuve completamente desnudo—. No puedo ocultarme de ti. —Levanté los brazos en el aire—. Sería imposible ocultar la reacción de mi cuerpo... con sólo mirar... estoy así. Con sólo mirarte, cada músculo individual en mi cuerpo se tensa. Sólo viendo tu sonrisa, concentrándome en aquellos ojos azules, lo olvido todo menos a ti. Tu sabor, tus labios, tu boca. —Me moví hacia el piso—. Mi cuerpo no puede mentir... —La besé suavemente—. Y créeme cuando digo que no te miento con mis palabras. Aquí... —Toqué su pecho—, eres hermosa. Aquí... —acaricié su mejilla—, es imposible no mirarte. Para mí eres perfecta. •capítulo 42

Each stroke of your fingers is a different word that describes the story. By itself it’s meaningless, but—” I pushed down on a few fingers helping her play a few notes. “String them together and you have a melody. You have a story. So, Saylor, what story do you want to tell?

—Elígeme —susurré—. Porque, ¿mi corazón? ¿Mi alma? ¿Mi maldita existencia? Ya han hablado y te quieren, y únicamente a ti… para siempre." -Chase

El toque más erótico que un hombre pueda experimentar es el de una mujer clavándole las uñas en el cuero cabelludo y dar un pequeño tirón. —Gabe H, Wes M, y todos los hombres… de cualquier lugar. •capítulo 19

El toque más erótico que un hombre pueda experimentar es el de una mujer clavándole las uñas en el cuero cabelludo y dar un pequeño tirón. —Gabe H, Wes M, y todos los hombres… de cualquier lugar. •capítulo 29

Era el camino más fácil. La estúpida manera de salir. Lo que significaba una sola cosa, necesitaba estar como el infierno lejos de Gabe, él sería tóxico. •capítulo 14

Ese hombre podría ser el mismo diablo —y probablemente lo era si su anterior comportamiento era una indicación— todo lo que necesitaría es una canción y yo estaría a su voluntad. Esa era la razón por la cual los músicos eran peligrosos, te hacían olvidar quién eras. El núcleo de lo que eres se puede perder tan fácilmente en la música. Eran las modernas sirenas, blandiendo el poder de la persuasión con su don. Y el resto de la población humana no tenía oportunidad de librarse de su trampa. •capítulo 9

Every damn breath hurt like hell, but I kept Breathing too. I told myself it would be a privilege to breathe through pain like that for the rest of my life - just knowing each breath was a gift.

Everyone wears masks.They come in all different shapes and sizes.The only problem with trying one on is that it fits. How easily we fall into the trap that we don’t have to be who we really are.How easily we convince ourselves that we need to cover up what we were born to be.It’s a tragedy that fear keeps us from our destiny.It’s hell when the person you were created to be is covered up by some cheap imposter

Existe un yin y yang en la vida. Pero las personas no se dan cuenta hasta que es muy tarde. •capítulo 22

Finalmente... encontré paz. En los brazos de alguien que me miraba como si fuera su aire. ~Lisa •capítulo 52

For as long as it takes for the sorrow and pain to transfer into acceptance. I’ll stay here. With you. By your side. I won’t leave.” “Promise?” “Vow.” I placed his hands gently on the piano. “I vow.

Gabe held my face between his hands. “What you two have — it’s a once in a lifetime — you fight for him, sweetheart. Fight for him with every last breath. No regrets, okay?

God…” I choked on the word. “I know we haven’t talked much in the past few years. Hell, I told you I hated you when Tye took his own life.” I cursed again and pinched the bridge of my nose. “I don’t even care about myself anymore, just promise me she’ll be okay. If I don’t make it… if you take me, just let Kiersten be okay. She can’t go down that road — I don’t care if you have to punish me, God. If she’s going to suffer, give me her pain instead. If her heart’s going to break, break mine for hers. Please, God… please.

He’d given me his heart a long time ago—and now I was giving it back, not because I didn’t want it. But because I wanted to share it. With him. Forever.—Kiersten

He tasted like cinnamon — too bad I was allergic to cinnamon. Good thing I didn’t go into anaphylactic shock from the kiss. That would have been awkward

How could I let a love go — one I’d been holding onto for so long — one that felt like home? It’s not easy to let go of the pieces, even though they’re the reason for my pain. I gripped them so hard that my blood fell like rain. But nothing, nothing could have prepared me for a new life with you — one I didn’t deserve, one I want to pursue.

How often do you think we write our own ending before the story is even finished? How often do we give up on ourselves when our lives are just starting? Things get hard and we immediately back away and assume that means we’re going in the wrong direction, doing the wrong thing. If anything, when the waters get thick, that’s our sign to keep going.

I am not your sexless friend. I’m not your damn brother. I’m not your gay friend. And I sure as hell not am not thinking about anything right now except that your hands feel really good against my skin. So I’m going to kiss you, and you’re going to respond like the idea of my mouth on yours doesn’t make you want to cry – and you’ll like it

I could never hate you as much as I love you.

I don’t know, man.” I sighed. “I can’t explain it. I guess that’s just what happens when we live. Nobody is promised anything. That’s why life’s so precious

If beauty is pain — let me get lost in it. If you’re my salvation — I want to earn it. If love is all I have to give — then let me give it. You. It’s all for you.” Gabe’s eyes opened and locked in on mine. “How can I prove that what I feel is real? You ask for truth I give you lies. You ask for joy I make you cry. But I don’t want to lose you. Not like this. Not when I’ve left your heart in such a mess. Give me one chance — I’m letting go of the past — but I need you here to know.” “If beauty is pain — let me get lost in it. If you’re my salvation — I want to earn it. If love is all I have to give — then let me give it. You, it’s all for you.” He paused, hitting the last few notes, and the song ended. Gabe’s smile lit up the room. But I was frozen in place. Me. He’d sung that to me.

If God meant for us to carry baggage around, he would have made our skin have little pouches like kangaroos. Or maybe he would have just made it so that each and every one of us were born with huge- ass shoulders to carry the load. Clearly, we weren’t made to carry the weight of the world, kinda makes you wonder why we do it anyway, huh?

If I could take away his pain… If there was a way to transfer it from his soul onto mine. I would take it. Without hesitation I would take it all. Maybe that’s how you know you love someone. When you actually feel each tear they cry as if they were your own. When you feel each cut, each bruise, each hit as if you’re the one suffering. I bled for him.& in turn, he bled for her.Funny, how life comes full circle

If life was perfect,how in the hell would v evr learn to depend on someone other dn ourselves?If anything,dt’s wat life’s taught me.D need to b perfect is stemmed in d very belief dt it’s actually something v cn achieve.Self-actualization —doesn’t exist.” “Does dt mean v don’t try then?” “No.” “It just means wen u reach end of ur rope,u shdn’t regret a damn thing,bt applaud urself for trying impossible

I hurt all the damn time because my stupid heart has decided for one reason or another that it can't survive without being next to yours. -Chase

I kept a picture of us in my pillowcase like an absolute nutjob. She’d had it in her pocket the day of the accident. I wanted it as close to my face as possible when I slept every night. Because every night I went to bed hoping it was all a bad dream, and every morning I woke up to the terrifying reality that it was not. You’d think I would

I love you. If you remember nothing else for the rest of your life, if you fall and hit your head and can’t remember my name, if you get so sick you’re unrecognizable, if you hate me, if you’re on your deathbed and can’t manage to even lift a finger — remember this. I. Love. You. Always. Forever. Eternally. Is that kind of love something you can handle, Saylor?

In death you find your freedom, but it is life where you are truly free.

In life we always have some measure of control whether it be over our emotions or choices, but when it comes to cancer? The only thing you can control is how you respond to it

In the end… he would choose Campisi. In the end… she would choose Abandonato. In the end… there would be bloodshed.

I think is sad, how easily we throw around the word without actually understanding the sacrifice behind its meaning. Love in its definition isn't about a strong feeling towards someone, but action.

It’s funny isn’t it? People claim to know what love is — yet the minute they’re given the opportunity to prove it — they bail.Because when I said love — I meant I bled for you. When the word love actually leaves my lips — I’m speaking it into existence. I’m empowering my soul — I’m joining with yours..

It's funny isn't it? People claim to know what love is -- yet the minute they're given the opportunity to prove it -- they bail.

I was planning on giving them the sun and stars as well. It's kind of a package deal; therefore, the moon is for lovers. The stars are for partners. The sun ... for best friends.

I was trying to look at the positive in a very dreary situation. After all, the woman you have to marry nearly killed you thrice!" "Ah, yes. Thank you for the reminder. I shall be sure to shout “‘til death do us part" quite proudly, knowing it will be quite soon in seeking me out.

—Mágico —murmuró reverentemente—. La niebla. No hay manera que salga y decirte eso después de sólo conocerte en una simple hora... ¿no crees? Después de todo, soy honesto, pero no quiero parecer demasiado intenso diciéndote que pareces un ángel bajo las estrellas… un oscuro ángel. •capítulo 9

Me sentí como si él estuviera utilizando el doble sentido. El Gabe filosófico era un poco aterrador porque me hacía sentir más insegura que el Gabe idiota. Pero, ¿el chico sentado en este momento junto a mí? Estaba empezando a entender, él no era una sola persona. Era cada persona, todo, lo que sea que necesitabas que sea, lo era. Como un camaleón.

Midnight's the only time where you can be both in the past, present, and future.

Music without passion is merely noise. A life without passion? You may as well be dead.