Best 32 quotes of Kylie Scott on MyQuotes

All of the crazy, risky, wild, dangerous, irrational things I'd been doing, like rushing through my firsts. I'd been wrong, desperate. Just waiting for the end." - Edie

Alone meant absolutely no one giving me shit, involving me in shit, or generally being a shit. Alone didn't care what you wore or how many days it'd been since you washed your hair or shaved your pits. Alone accepted you exactly how you were. It never lied to me or let you down. For all of these reasons and more, I loved alone. We'd probably wed.

Damn, he was good. I'd been professionally sullied without a single item of clothing removed.

Dicks don't have brains. It's why men get into trouble

El amor es una cosa complicada de verdad, hay poca simplicidad en él, en lo profundo. Se compone de capas de emociones, pensamientos y recuerdos, fusionándose en un punto abrumador. El conocimiento de que una persona en este mundo significa más para ti que cualquier cosa. El sentido y la razón no tienen oportunidad. A veces un bastardo hombre echado a perder aparecer, y yo lo adoraba, todo de él.

Fortunately, my care factor was now dangerously close to fuck-it levels.

Fun times. Broken hearted people really did need to just be left the fuck alone. We’re not suitable company for anyone.

[He] carefully put a funky-looking pair of reading glasses on her. "There we go. How are they?" She blinked experimentally, peering around the room. "Good, I think. Thank you." "Wear them the next time we f***. That would be thanking me." "Aww. You say the sweetest things." "Don't I?

He’d smashed my heart, thrown me out, and moved on with being the rock ’n’ roll bad boy. “Fuck him,” I whispered.

He smelled faintly of soap, a little musky, perhaps. Warm wasn't something, I'd ever registered as having a smell before, but that's what David smelled of. Warmth, like he was liquid sunshine or something. Heat and comfort and home.

I am a vicious and unrepentant killer who should be locked up. With him, my idiot boyfriend.

I'd never needed to know that my sister was a screamer. Never. That Mal was a screamer too just kind of confused me.

I don’t need to conform to your ideas of beauty

I just want you to know, I will not be falling slave to your devil dick and demon tongue. No matter how good they are.

I thought I could let you go I thought that you could leave and know The time we took would fade But I’m colder than the bed where we lay You let go if you like, I’ll hold on Say no all you want, I’m not done Baby, I promise you Did you think I’d let you go? That’s never happening and now you know Take your time, I’ll wait Regretting every last thing I said

I thought that one was going to hit me,” I said, watching the disappointed girl stalk off into the crowd. “Being your girlfriend is dangerous.” “What can I say? I’m a magnificent specimen of manhood. Of course they all want me. But I do appreciate you protecting my honor.

It will never belong in a Hallmark card, but I drove a car into a house and killed a man for you. You chained me up for days and I still wanted to come back and talk over our darkly sordid, slightly kinky, and a lot warped relationship. Face it, you're stuck with me.

I was only twenty-five, much to young to die. Probably about the right age to become a complete hypochondriac, however.

Look, you’ve been really sweet since you stepped through that door. Well, apart from telling Mal about me puking on you. That was unnecessary. But in the preceding twenty-four hours you dumped me alone in a room, went off with a groupie, accused me of trying to get it on with your brother and sicced your posse of lawyers onto me.” [Evelyn]

Love was truly one of life’s mysteries. That it could fuck you five ways to Sunday and still remain so utterly perplexing and unknown was kind of impressive. I guess it all depends on how you look at it.

My broken heart had been taped and glued to perfection. And all of these things were gone. They had to be gone so I could face the future and put him in the past.

Nice enough?” he asked, tendons tightening in his neck like he intended to Hulk out on me. “Did you just call my kiss ‘nice enough’?

No one else has ever meant what you do to me. Please, just … just, come back with me and stay. For good.

No wonder people took sex so seriously, or not seriously enough at all. Sex addled your wits and stole your body. It was like being lost and found all at once.

Self-respect, self-preservation, both of these things. And because you being willing to put up with my love is not good enough. Not even remotely. I’m not going to be your regular live-in fuck buddy, Jimmy, exclusive or not. Your whole offer is soul destroying.

Teeth gritted, he gazed down at me. "Now that I come to think about it. I'm not real keen on your eye color, either. What do you call that shade of green? Fungus?

That smile could move mountains. It could also break hearts.

The opening notes of a song began, some plucking of guitar strings. I knew the melody. It was Maroon 5’s “She Will Be Loved.” As pop songs went, it was pretty damn good, a bit of a favorite of mine.

Two-thirty in the morning was kind of a bitch as times went. It fell into the in-between, nowhere land. Too late to get a really good night's sleep, but much too early to start the day.

Why don't you go back to LA?" "My wife lives in Portland.

Yeah, you’re right. I’m a real misunderstood sweetheart.

You're dying to meet my needs. You can't look away from my luscious half-naked body. The minute I opened the door you were pawing at me. It was like you were in heat or something.