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Because I know the difference between living your life and life happening to you, and they are distinctly different. Living life is making choices—what to wear, when to eat, whether or not to cut your hair. These are the easy decisions we get to make—to have some say or a hand in. Life happening to you is vastly different. It comes by way of a powerful reckoning force that cements your path for better or worse. It’s only in the wake of it that you realize the easy decisions are the only choices you have any real say in. The hard stuff—the really hard stuff—that’s life happening to you.
“So weak that he made another bad bet because he didn’t have anything to fill his precious spoon.”
“Your apology doesn’t count, Tyler. You’re not apologizing because you’re sorry—only because you got caught. If you want to be a real man, apologize when you mean it, or it never will count for anyone. And don’t think you can fool them. People know when you mean it and when you don’t.”
“She came to us from the slums, and she acts like it. He did not raise a girl—he raised a future criminal who is rude with no manners.”
“Well, he says if you ever find someone that has a need you can fill, then you should fill it.”
As I examine my bruises in the mirror, I find no trace of that fearless girl you spoke of before I left, and I no longer recognize myself. I don’t know where the soldier in me went, but I feel like the longer I stay this way, the further from her I become.
slept like the dead. But I woke up with a smile, spending my shower replaying the events of last night in detail, realizing Dom made our induction to a life of criminality utterly painless.
don’t believe the lie a bad day is telling you. And truth be told, you’re winning every day you show up.” I press in. “Fighting for yourself will never be failing.”
When you have PTSD this is such a powerful reminder. My bad days can make the good days feel like an impossibility.
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“Si seulement tu me laissais te montrer à quel point l’amour peut être bon, belle femme.” If only you would let me show you how kind love can be, beautiful woman.
I’m so fucking in love with you. I’m trying so hard not to drop my wrench right now, fly to wherever you are and confess how much while trying to keep my shit together in front of the clowns surrounding me. I can’t stop thinking about the way you looked at me before we last parted. I want you so fucking much, but I’ll be as patient as you need me to be. I promise . . . but please look at me that way again. Even if you don’t, I’ll wait for you for a dozen more seasons just for the chance. Backspace. Backspace. Backspace. Backspace. Backspace. Delete. Hold.
Very soon. I’ll pick you up early. Night General Half-Pint. General Half-Pint: Nigth solider of my heart. Maybe see yuo in dream
“Love may have lied to you in the past, but I’m not them, Delphine. You know I’m not. You trust me. This is just your fear talking.”
“No, what you are, is my fucking reason,” I declare, pulling back slightly to command her eyes. “My reason to fight and my reason to come home. You are home. Haven’t you figured that out yet?”
I’m hers, been hers, and it’s time she knows just how far I’ll go to make sure it’s the case for us both.
“If I ever made you feel like that,” I rasp out as tears I couldn’t hold if my fucking life depended on it streak my face, “like you owed me, then I have failed you.” I swallow in defeat.
“They’ll break you down only to build you up, making you believe you’re a god. They’ll make you feel invincible, but you won’t be. No man is. At the end of it, if you make it out alive, you’ll come home with scars you can’t hide, physical or otherwise, and the fact you can’t hide them will eat you fucking alive.”
“What can I say, General? Of all the things you said that morning, you were absolutely right about one thing . . .” I lean down and stroke her cheek. “I’m a jealous fucking man.”
“I think you already know that Tyler is the very best of men, and you’re as safe as you can get.”
“I came to thank you, to appreciate you, to fucking love you for the woman you are, not try and change you into some version of a woman I want you to be. I came back that day to spend time with the woman who recognized and embraced my darkness, as I did hers, and shaped me into her soldier. The woman who now and forever harbors the only place inside her that I will ever know that peace, home,” I whisper in the otherwise silent room. “But if you lift your mouth to mine. If you offer me whatever you have to give, I’m going to fucking take it, and I’m going to keep it and protect it. But I warn
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