Best 22 quotes of R. K. Lilley on MyQuotes

As you wish, Buttercup.

Careful, Love. You can't offer a starving man a feast and expect him not to take you up on it.

Danika, sweetheart?” He rasped. “Yes, Tristan?” “I’m done being sweet, if you don’t mind. I’d like to fuck you really hard if that’s okay.

Didn't you know I was out here, just waiting for a friend like you?" "Of course I didn't know. I'd have been dancing on top of every bar in town, instead of studying, if I'd known that." "Tell me not to kiss you," he said, when his lips were a breath away from mine. "Don't kiss me," I told him, my voice a breathless rasp. "Mean it," he said, crowding me into the corner of the pool. He tilted my chin up with his finger. "I can't," I gasped. The words had barely left my lips before he was kissing me.

Fault isn't the issue. We need to deal with the issues at hand, not whose at fault.

He hated me on principle, and he fascinated me in spite of myself.

He's the best I ever had. And the worst thing that ever happened to me.

How could such a beautiful man be insecure?

I also found it particularly encouraging that the decent people in his life were now outnumbering the crazy bitches

I don't feel alone with you. I feel like I have a family and a home again. You're my home. All of the dark shadows seem to disappear when we're together.

I feel like real love should take time, or at least, more time than this. I've been trying to make my head rule my actions, when my heart has so obviously taken over, but I feel how I feel, and I know it's not going away.

I loved your eyes first,” I told him , repeating his words from a few weeks ago back to him, because it was true, and because we were two halves of a whole—we had been all along, and he’d been so clever to know it right away. I used to think it was insanity, but now I was beginning to think that it was pure brilliance. “I see it, too, James. I see the other half of my soul in you.

In love there’s no free will. That’s how I know it’s real. I couldn’t stop it and I can’t deny it. This is it for me.

Is it romantic or psychotic when I say I'll never let you leave me?

It just seemed to me, that if you valued a thing, you found ways to keep it from being compromised.

Love is like that. It's like a wildfire in my blood.

[...] my life has fallen into categories—in spite of everything—gradiatons of her. Life before Scarlett. Life with Scarlett. Life after Scarlett. Wanting her. Needing her. Having her. Losing her.

This must be what a fly felt like when it was caught fast in a spider's web.

Well, boo, how does bacon sound?” “Bacon sounds great, but you can’t call me boo.” “Why not?” “Because you’re not a rapper, and I’m not your shorty.

You put your soul into those paintings, and nothing in this world is more beautiful to me than that soul of yours.

You’re my favorite subject, Love. I’ll start with your eyes. I fell in love with those first. One look was like a punch to the guy. You have these ageless eyes on such a young face. I just knew that you had seen bad things, and from the start, I knew that you could understand pain. Understand feeling hopeless and helpless and alone. I fell in love with your eyes first because I looked into their depths and saw the other half of my soul.

You're okay, I'm okay, we're okay.