Best 15 quotes in «gemma quotes» category

I'm going crazy. I want this man to posess me. I want him inside of me. I want him any way I can get him.

Before I could turn to look up, a voice boomed from the heavens: "What the heck is going on down there?

His eyes darken and his voice drops to a firm, husky tone."I can always tie you to the bed and make it so you can't go anywhere.

I didn’t get you the most powerful gem in the world just because I think you’re powerful,” he said with a teasing smile. “I got you the most powerful gem in the world because of us.

If I am going to drown, this isn’t such a bad way to go. Isn’t that the biggest mindfuck of all?

I love you Anna Covey,' he said, his voice barely audible. And slowly, clumsily, he leant forward, and his lips found hers, and Anna felt him kiss her awkwardly, she knew that she wasn't a Surplus any more. And nor was Peter.

I'm struck with the realization that I'm holding onto a man who, for now, is holding onto me but he has still not let go of her.

I understand we'll be attending your friend Miss Worthington's Christmas ball. Perhaps I'll find a suitable-- which is to say wealthy-- wife among the ladies attending." And perhaps they will run screaming for the convent.

It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Felicity and Ann hunched over their ornaments as if they were fascinating relics from an archaeological dig. I note that their shoulders are trembling, and I realize that they are fighting laughter over my terrible plight. There's friendship for you.

She is no longer here, but he won't let her go. So, where does that leave me? Well, that's easy. I'm left alone.

Surplus meant unnecessary. Not required. You couldn’t be a Surplus if you were needed by someone else. You couldn’t be a Surplus if you were loved.

Yeah, I give you two a day before you end up killing one another," Nicholas remarks with a laugh."Seriously, it;s like watching mild porn, watching you two eye fuck each other every two seconds.

When did this story morph? When did it change from a tale of two to a tragedy of three?

All I could think about was you. I wanted you in the apartment. I wanted your arms around me, your face close to mine. I wanted your smell. And I knew I couldn’t - shouldn’t - have it. That’s what I hated most. The uncertainty of you. You’d kidnapped me, put my life in danger . . . but I loved you, too.