Wisteria Quotes

“Burn as brightly as the sun if you wish, Aris, but I will not look away.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“One day, I promise that I will find you beneath the bend of a wisteria tree. Wait for me just a little longer.”
He would wait until every last star in the sky had faded from existence. He would have told her that, too,”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“Speak one more word to my wife,” Aris growled, “and I will tear your tongue from your throat.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“Do not make yourself small. Do not change yourself to suit him. Teach him how to treat you, and remember that you deserve everything this life has to offer.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“He could have the entire world in the palm of his hand if he wanted, but he chooses confirmed happiness rather than the gamble. Fear will stop him from taking a risk, as it does with so many.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“Not every genius will be appreciated and too many amateurs will get the attention that others deserve -Aris”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“I have imagined countless ways that I might be rid of you. Countless ways that I might quiet that filthy mouth of yours. Yet since the moment I saw you stalking the halls of my home, I’ve also felt something stirring that I do not understand, but that I’ve not felt in a very long time. And this time I will not run from it.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“Fate was her summer sun—too intense for most to bear, while she tipped toward him like a flower, craving his touch.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“I detest you and your entire lineage,” he spat. Blythe patted his arm. “That’s the spirit! Be sure to put all that fire into your gameplay.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“Burn was too casual a word, for Blythe did not burn for this man; she incinerated.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“Each color is an emotion. Together they tell a story, because that’s all that a life really is—a series of feelings and emotions that draw a person toward action or inaction.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“It’s said that the Wisteria Vine is a symbol of immortality. Blythe Hawthorne had often admired the flower – as deadly as it was beautiful, and resilient enough to thrive for centuries even if left forgotten.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“I am not trying to take you from the life that you know. All I'm trying to do is show you a world that you deserve to see - Aris”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“You are the girl who cannot die, and I am the girl who will always continue to live.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“Not everyone gets to grow old. Not everyone gets to love or be loved in return. Sometimes the world is cruel.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“Blythe had never known someone better suited for tea with the ton. Aris was more dramatic than anyone she’d ever met.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“Do not make yourself small. Do not change yourself to suit him. Teach him how to treat you, and remember that you deserve everything this life has to offer.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“Blythe was a leech on his mind, sucking him dry of all rational thoughts. From the time he awoke crafting plans for that day's adventure to when he set his head upon his pillow and let his mind replay memories of her laughter, she engrossed him, stuck in his head like an inescapable song.

Aris had fallen for someone before, and what a fool he'd been for it. For his life was infinite, and Blythe's was a short and fragile thing- It would have been better if she died now, before such feelings ensnared him. She was a parasite, one of which Aris had no idea how to free himself from.

So why was it that he so desperately wanted her to live? To watch her eyes light up when she tasted the richest chocolate, and to see her fall so heartbreakingly in love with the world he thought he'd grown numb to?

Aris has never minded the passing of time. He could go ages before he ever cared enough to glance up from his work and discover how many years had passed. But every moment with Blythe was one in which he found himself wishing that time could be infinite. This girl had dug herself a home beneath his skin, and his body burned every time he earned a smile from her lips.

He despised her for it, and yet he could not pull himself away.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“Signa Farrow was like water: quiet, thoughtful, clever. But Blythe held the passion of fervent flames. She was a fire, all-consuming and never satiated, and Aris could not stop himself from some compulsive need to be burned.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“I’ve done it to you thrice.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“You are the girl who cannot die, and I am the girl who will always continue to live. There will be periods of our lives when we may not have each other, but you and I are destined. No matter what happens, you will never escape me for long.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“You are an anomaly, aided by Death’s hand.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“Just as Death does not choose when people die, I do not choose how they live.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“For as long as she could, she would ”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“Do not make yourself small. Do not change yourself to suit him. Teach him how to treat you”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“You're always so put together. So polished. I like seeing you undone." Blythe gasped as he took hold of her hips, pressing her against the shed.

"Good, Sweetbrier." His voice was a raw husk, the brogue of it thicker than she'd ever heard. I want to be undone by you.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“This ignorant beast of a girl had consumed his every thought whether it be waking or dreaming, and he couldn't shake her no matter how hard he'd tried. Blythe was a sponge for the world and all its delights, and day by day Aris found himself craving her.

He wanted her. Her mind, her body, her time. He wanted her.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“He was in every inch of her home and hearth, and in the very fabric of the world itself.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“I admit. But you’re sick, and this bed has more than enough space for us both… if you would like to share it.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“It was unwise; she knew to chase creeping, hooded figures through the darkness of a haunted manor. But, given that she was already dying, what was the harm?”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria