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Love is not supposed to be beautiful. It’s supposed to be a raw, gritty struggle that forces you to face the most vulnerable parts of yourself, so that when the good times come, you can savor and enjoy them, fully appreciate what they’re worth. Otherwise, you take it all for granted. —Lana Myers Fuck the list. It’s time for the endgame.
We are rarely proud when we are alone. —Voltaire
To be wronged is nothing unless you continue to remember it. —Confucius
Naked in the middle of the bedroom, I pull her to me. Her head falls to my chest, and my lips press against the top of her head as I hold her as close as possible. And we dance.
“What does Lana mean?” “Depends on the country. Precious. Little Rock. Sun Ray. But Dad said it was the Hawaiian meaning above all else that suited me—afloat; calm as still waters. It took a storm to offer me a calm.”
Everything’s fine today; that is our illusion. —Voltaire
moment. I hope she fucking kills every last person with a badge who didn’t come to save her when she was left to bleed out.
One person cannot change the world. But one person can strike terror into multitudes. —Robert Evans
Any demon is capable of cruelty, but only an angel is majestic enough to rain down vengeance for the innocent. —Marcus Evans
Little eyes see. Little eyes learn. Be a good example for all the little eyes watching you. They’re everywhere. —Jasmine Evans
The wicked can fake nobility, just as the damned can fake innocence. But only the truth will rise from the ashes when we all start to burn. —Victoria Evans
If hatred didn’t exist, love wouldn’t either, for one is formed by the other.
Never mock or harm the passionate, for they are the fiercest with their wrath.
Don’t impose on others what you yourself do not desire. —Confucius
should like to lie at your feet and die in your arms. —Voltaire
Too late did I realize I still wanted to live. Too late did I realize I’m not ready to die.
Suddenly there’s a face in front of me, and more tears leak out as I see my brother. “Marcus,” I whisper, touching his cheek as more tears race down my face. His face disappears with the touch, and I break, sobbing as I quit firing back. Logan’s face is the last thing to cross my mind before I see the blaze of the fire nearing.
Wherever you go, go with all your heart. —Confucius
“Your cat’s name is Bennett?” he asks, his lips twitching as the knife tumbles from my hand. “I’m not sure how I feel about that,” he goes on, stalking closer. My bad leg tries to give out,
“You ready, Mrs. White?” I ask her, waggling my eyebrows. “I’ve just been waiting on you.”
Life is pretty damn good when you take the time to live it. Most importantly, we dance every night.
