Unbeloved Quotes

“Ain’t no such thing as mistakes,” he said. “There’s only shit that happens and shit that don’t.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved

“Life was made up of moments, big ones and little, the good and bad, dark and light. We never remembered the gray, the times in between, but instead only the moments that had the ability to transform us in some way, affect us so completely that the memory would be forever etched upon who we were, who we are, and who we would become.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved

“First you shoot me,” he muttered. “Now you’re handin’ me your damn club and spoutin’ love poems.” “She was sixteen, motherfucker, you woulda shot you.” “No, asshole, I woulda killed me.” At that, Preacher just kept grinning. Jesus, was he in the twilight zone?”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved

“Kami, do you have a weapon?"
"No, I do not have a fucking weapon!" Kami screamed over her shoulder. "Do you really think I'd risk going to jail for that Mexican whore?"

"Puerto Rican," Hawk muttered,rolling his eyes.
"Shut up, Gorbachev!”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved

“You need somethin’ from me, baby?”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved

“I wasn’t always broken; we are all born pure. It is our journey that burdens us and leads us astray. Our mistakes that beat us down and cover us in guilt and shame, burying us a little more with each successive hardship. It is up to us to dig ourselves out, to come to terms with our faults, to embrace not only our imperfections but those of the ones we love, and to once again find the path we strayed from.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved

“Because in my free time I love teaching loose women the ways of the club world, the dos and don’ts when it comes to our men. Rule number one: Don’t flirt in front of the wife. Rule number two: Don’t try to go down on him in front of the wife. Rule number three: Definitely don’t cry in front of the wife when he tells you not to go down on him in front of his wife.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved

“What an absolute scumbag. What an absolutely, perfectly sculpted, beautifully smelling . . . scumbag.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved

“Hidin' is fuckin' easy. It's really livin' that's hard, that sometimes hurts like a son of a bitch.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved

“...I turned to Hawk and smiled. "Do you even remember how to ride?"
His answering laughter was the most beautiful thing I'd heard.
"Woman," he said, an eyebrow cocked as he looked down at me. "It's like f***in'. You don't ever forget how.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved

“we are all born pure. It is our journey that burdens us and leads us astray. Our mistakes that beat us down and cover us in guilt and shame, burying us a little more with each successive hardship. It is up to us to dig ourselves out, to come to terms with our faults, to embrace not only our imperfections but those of the ones we love, and to once again find the path we strayed from.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved

“I know you,” he continued. “Wantin’ everything, gettin’ none of it. I get that. Hell, I feel that too. You don’t know shit about me, but I know you. Fuck, I know you better than you know yourself.” He released me and all at once began backing away. Stopping in the center of his room, he gripped the hem of his black T-shirt, pulled the threadbare material up over his head, and tossed it aside. Then he kicked off his boots, sending them flying across the room where they hit the wall with a loud thud. Then in one fluid movement, Hawk had removed both his leathers and boxers. “What are you doing?” I whispered, suddenly breathless. “Givin’ you somethin’,” he said.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved

“I'm not wild...pussy," I said, stumbling over the last word and feeling my face heat. Desperately, I tried searching for a word that adequately described exactly what I was and came up empty. "I'm...dusty pussy," I finished with a sigh, feeling ridiculous.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved

“My weaknesses, my choices, and my decisions—the ones I made and the ones I didn’t—all took me down a rocky road filled with regret, heartbreak, and pain. And eventually, they nearly killed me. Would I change things if I could? Would I turn back time and do things differently? Never.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved

“Yeah, that’s her. Roly-poly little bitch. Fucked her in the ass the other day and, get this, she shit all over me. I’m talkin’, this wasn’t no little mess. This was Niagara fuckin’ Falls pourin’ outta her ass.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved

“They say what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. Well, he didn't know about all that. But as sure as shit changes everything”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved

“There ain’t no such thing as mistakes, Dorothy. There’s only shit that happens and shit that don’t.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved

“You got a nickname, little Dorothy Matthews? ’Cause that’s a fuckin’ mouthful, right there. Not that I mind a mouthful of pretty girl.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved

“Woman," he said, barking out a laugh. "I fuckin' love it when you curse.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved

“When it comes to lust, words are never needed. You feel something inside you stir, your body begins to warm, and you just know. You can feel something buried spring to life, and just like that a connection is born. You’re strangers, then suddenly you’re something more . . . kindred spirits, like-minded in your attraction for each other.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved

“But even after all this time, he'd stupidly held out hope, hadn't he? He'd clung to the memories of their time together like a fucking child clings to its baby blanket, unable to give it up even after that blanket had been chewed on, bled on, tattered, and finally shredded to pieces.

Even after that blanket was no longer a blanket but just a memory.
That's all he and Dorothy were now. Just a fucking memory.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved

“First you shoot me,” he muttered. “Now you’re handin’ me your damn club and spoutin’ love poems.” “She was sixteen, motherfucker, you woulda shot you.” “No, asshole, I woulda killed me.” At”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved

“Deuce continued to stare at him, feeling flabbergasted and more than a little uneasy. “First you shoot me,” he muttered. “Now you’re handin’ me your damn club and spoutin’ love poems.” “She was sixteen, motherfucker, you woulda shot you.” “No, asshole, I woulda killed me.” At that, Preacher just kept grinning. Jesus, was he in the twilight zone?”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved

“It is our journey that burdens us and leads us astray. Our mistakes that beat us down and cover us in guilt and shame, burying us a little more with each successive hardship. It is up to us to dig ourselves out, to come to terms with our faults, to embrace not only our imperfections but those of the ones we love, and to once again find the path we strayed from.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved

“because here is where you belong. It may not always be pretty, in fact sometimes life can be downright ugly, but everything happens for a reason, Dorothy. Everything.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved

“I left you a long time ago," I whispered, reaching up to place a hand over my breaking heart. "I just didn't realise it.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved

“Baby, I ain’t tryin’ to marry you.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved

“Yeah, he was a biker. Just another patch on a totem pole full of patched, leather-wearing bikers living as criminals, not for the money or even for enjoyment but because that was all they knew. It was how they survived, how they paid the bills and cared for their families. It wasn’t about greed or excess, it was about living a certain way, being a certain kind of man who didn’t have to bow down to laws and the government who enforced them. It was a brotherhood, a camaraderie. It was about really, truly living your life the way you wanted to live it. It was about . . . Freedom.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved

“Last night was a mistake,” I whispered and dropped my gaze, a last attempt at trying to convince myself of just that. “Ain’t no such thing as mistakes,” he said. “There’s only shit that”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved

“As I had burned rubber out of the parking lot, I could see him in my rearview mirror, still standing where I’d left him. Laughing. What an absolute scumbag. What an absolutely, perfectly sculpted, beautifully smelling . . . scumbag. •”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeloved