Beautifully Damaged Quotes

“I couldn’t imagine loving someone with that kind of intensity, and knowing that the one you’re with is the only one you’ll ever want.”

I realized that I was rambling so I stopped talking as Trace just looked at me. His expression was completely unreadable. He wrapped his hands around my face as he looked deeply into my eyes before he whispered, “I can...”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged

“That was what I wanted: someone who knew me better than I knew myself, someone who knew all the worst parts of me, yet still loved me.”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged

“All my heart is yours: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged

“There are so many reasons I could list as to why I want you in my life and the three most important are I respect you, I admire you, and I love you. Marry me.”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged

“I’ll tell you what real love is. It is blind devotion, unquestioning self-humiliation, utter submission, trust, and belief against yourself and against the whole world, giving up your whole heart and soul to the smiter.”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged

“I clearly was not cut out for undercover work; we hadn’t even gone two blocks before Trace realized he had a tail.”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged

“Life works in mysterious ways, Ember, and the secret is to not think too hard on the why or how of it, and to not mourn what is no longer, but live: live hard and love hard.”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged

“There was a note of humor in his tone when he replied, “Mad Dog Max.”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged

“I'll tell you what real love is. It is blind devotion, unquestioning self-humiliation, utter submission, trust and belief against yourself and against the whole world, giving up your whole heart and soul to the smiter.”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage." -Lao Tzu”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged

“I love reading. I like being transported to another place, to live a day in a life of someone else.”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged

“When she’s not writing, she can usually be found creating”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged

“My body hummed in anticipation when I saw what I was doing to Trace as he grew hard and thick. I flipped the clasp but held the bra in place for a few heartbeats before I let it fall to the floor. I heard him growl just as my hands slipped under my sweats. I was so swollen and wet, and looking at the part of Trace I wanted touching me pulled a purr from deep in my throat.”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged

“I love reading. I like being transported to another place, to live a day in the life of someone else.”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged

“That night, despite happy exhaustion, I had trouble sleeping so I lay there for a while watching the gentle rise and fall of Trace’s chest. His dreams seemed to be untouched by the horrors of his childhood. After an hour of sleeplessness, I decided to make myself some warm milk, so I climbed from bed, pulled on Trace’s T-shirt, and padded down the hall. As soon as I entered the kitchen, I saw a bottle of wine on the counter and opted to have a glass of that instead.”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged

“The day before my wedding, I was in my room at my dad's getting ready for the rehearsal dinner as my thoughts drifted back to the reunion between Chelsea and Victoria. After our near Guinness-record-breaking group hug, Trace and I sat with Victoria for almost five hours talking. It had been heartbreaking to witness the pain in Victoria’s eyes as Trace recounted the events leading up to the accident and Chelsea’s condition. Like mother, like son, Victoria blamed herself while fervently telling Trace that he was not at fault. None of it mattered when the two women actually met and, though thirteen years had passed, the bond between mother and daughter was still there. In the two weeks since, the three of them had gotten to know each other and had become a family reconnected.”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged

“Was it Vivian and was it possible that she was the murderer? Vivian was Teresa when my mom was alive, but she died in 1993. Trace’s parents were murdered in 2001, at which time Teresa had already morphed into Vivian, but did she still maintain ties to her past? I flipped through the pages, reading the notes from the lead detective, Vincent Gowen, and found the statements from both Charles and Vivian. They both had alibis for the night of the murders: a charity function where dozens of people had seen them. Okay, so if it wasn’t Vivian in the house, and it was unlikely that Douglas was sharing a romantic evening with the woman he was drugging, then who the hell was in that house?”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged

“What I’m trying to say to you is that when I look at you I see my wife. I see a person of incredible integrity and honor. What I don’t see is the sick son of a bitch who was your father and I don’t know how to make you understand that—to make you see that you are nothing like the man who donated his sperm—except for putting it into terms that you can understand.”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged

“And then he started to sing to me as he slowly moved me around the floor. The song was about a man feeling in awe simply because he was in the presence of the one he loved, and hearing those words coming from Trace made me feel almost lightheaded with love. When the song came to an end, he pulled back to look at me only to see the tears that were clinging to my lashes and wetting my cheeks.”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged

“Because you could be a potential problem for his plans, but I love you and you’ve been hurting and alone for long enough.” I walked to him and wrapped my hand around one of his balled-up fists as I looked up into his face. His eyes were closed and tears were rolling down his cheeks.”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged

“We started for the door when I felt a heat burning down my spine and I turned right into Trace’s stare. The look of joy and pain that swept his face had my soul sighing. Tears burned my throat and my first instinct was to throw myself into his arms, but that was followed with the urge to hurt him. I wanted to hit him and rage at him for breaking us and me. It was only a few minutes that we stared across the room at each other, but it seemed as if time just stopped. The smile seemed to come from my soul, and I knew everything I was feeling was reflected in that simple curve of my lips. His identical smile stayed with me as I walked out the door.”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged

“Memories of that first meeting filled my head. I had been so sure that he was nothing more than a fantasy, a ridiculously gorgeous fantasy, and yet here he was. Standing there, looking at me with love and apprehension burning in his eyes. He pulled a hand through his hair, drawing my gaze”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged

“I hope you enjoy your evening.” I felt and probably looked like a lobotomy patient as I managed to mumble, “Thank you.”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged

“after Charles Michaels’s unexpected visit, my hope of a happily-ever-after with Trace was fading fast. It made the issues we’d had before look like a speed bump. He was never home except for very late at night and even that was rare. On most nights, I couldn’t sleep, lying awake in bed worrying over him.”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged

“Hello, Lena. I’m so glad you made it.” He stepped into Lena and pressed a kiss on her lips and I couldn’t help the pang of envy I felt at their greeting, but immediately my mind switched gears to Todd as Lena made the introductions.”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged

“The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons,”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged

“I followed Lena’s gaze to the blond standing near the bar. He was tall, maybe six feet, and his hair was perfectly cut. Even in his khakis and oxford shirt, you could tell his body was built like a runner’s with long, lean muscles. When his face turned in our direction, I saw that his eyes were hazel-green in a face that was classically handsome.”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged

“No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged

“playing the piano. She lives with her husband and two children in Bucks County, Pennsylvania, where she”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged

“bass beat; the bodies, shoulder to shoulder; and the voices, the eye-bulging, brain-numbing voices that dissolved into incoherent shouting. The sleek, black bar top spanned the whole side of the place. It was littered with glasses and some of the most beautiful”
― L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged