This Haunted Heart Quotes

“Stop crying at me,” I begged her, my own gaze clouding with moisture.
“I can’t help it,” she sobbed, pressing her palms to her eyes. “I’m not doing it to hurt you! My tears aren’t weapons!”
“Well, they feel like arrows!”
― S.L. Prater, This Haunted Heart

“The last twenty years were your choice!” I flung at her.
“I know!” she screamed in my face, her hands in fists. “And they were the wrong choice! The wretched one, the worst one! The one that I can’t ever get away from. Can’t run fast enough from. Nothing I do, it doesn’t matter. I won’t ever escape it.”
― S.L. Prater, This Haunted Heart

“And my heart,” I growled, clutching at my breast. “You ripped it right out of my chest!”
“Your haunted heart was never stolen,” she said, voice wobbly and hollow with threatening tears. “You gave me that willingly and took mine in return!”
― S.L. Prater, This Haunted Heart

“After all I’ve done, you still want me terribly. I bet you hate that, don’t you?”
“I hate it,” I breathed. “I hate wanting you. I want to ruin you. I want to break your heart and carry around the shattered remains inside my breast pocket forevermore. I don’t want to long for your body another moment. It’s a baneful way to exist, wanting you. I wish I hated you.”
― S.L. Prater, This Haunted Heart

“That’s the curse of being a woman. We often don’t see our own worth, and then it’s too easy for others to undervalue us as a result.”
― S.L. Prater, This Haunted Heart

“But if it was perfect enough, I thought it might call her ghost right out of the mire where she’d died. Bring her out of the trees and back to me. I wanted to feel her presence again, wanted her to haunt these halls.”
― S.L. Prater, This Haunted Heart

“What is this tragedy?” I demanded, stepping over her body. “Are you always so melodramatic?”
“Worry not,” she moaned at me, “I’m only prone to melodrama when my entire life is crumbling around me. That only happens . . . more often to me than it does to anyone else because God hates me.”
― S.L. Prater, This Haunted Heart

“I should have known you were the devil,” she muttered. “Lucifer is always beautiful. I should have known it the second I laid eyes on you.”
― S.L. Prater, This Haunted Heart

“In my imagination, meeting her again had gone very differently. She should have behaved like the villain she was, not like the vibrant sweetheart of our youth.”
― S.L. Prater, This Haunted Heart

“What’s it you want with Vieve?”
Vengeance, I thought, but was smart enough not to say. Devotion. Retribution. Heartfelt apologies made on her knees that would do her no good at all.”
― S.L. Prater, This Haunted Heart