Run to You Quotes

“I want to kiss you. I want to so badly I can barely think of anything else. When you enter a room it’s my only thought, and it torments me night and day.”
― Charlotte Stein, Run to You

“And yet I feel I have to ask: if this is all the case, and you are so little and so weak … why is it that I could feel your presence through five inches of wood? Can you tell me, invisible Alissa? Why are you – in silence – stronger and stranger than any woman I’ve actually met?”
― Charlotte Stein, Run to You

“I don’t need more space. I need less space. I need the minimum amount of space possible. This right here –” I say, then gesture to the place where our bodies are glued together “– is too much space.”
― Charlotte Stein, Run to You

“All that matters is the way he’s angling my face up to his, thumb and forefinger still on my jaw and my chin. It makes me think of someone taking a drink, only the drink in question is my lips. He wants to taste me there, and oh, that’s exactly what it feels like.

He doesn’t press his mouth to mine, too hard and too frantic. He just dips in, getting a little of me on his lips before going back for something deeper and sweeter. It’s so much sweeter I could cry. I feel like I’ve been waiting for this for a thousand years, and, if his reaction is anything to go by, so has he.”
― Charlotte Stein, Run to You

“Because that is how you feel, is it not? You feel so perfectly invisible, like no one could ever notice a single thing about you. And, in fact, you’ve grown so used to this state of affairs that you’ve started to fall in love with it. You like being in the background, hidden from view … lingering around the edges at parties … keeping out of conversations in case someone finds you as insufferably dull as you’ve always suspected you are.”
― Charlotte Stein, Run to You

“He speaks in a different language with a voice that's already like sand shifting over metal, and my insides flip out. He's inadvertently flicked some weird switch inside me, and there's no turning back once it's there. Apparently I really like hearing someone speak in Hungarian or Polish or Russian or whatever it is he's speaking, while trapped in a closet. I'm a secret subscriber to Trapped in a Polish Closet magazine.”
― Charlotte Stein, Run to You

“Because you are already sure everything is a lie. My only defence is the absolute truth. My only power over you is the truth. And if I keep telling it, eventually you'll believe.”
― Charlotte Stein, Run to You

“Don’t leave me again,” he tells me, only he doesn’t just do it once. He says it over and over, until I’m melting. He’s going to have to let go, because hands traditionally can’t hold onto liquidised people.”
― Charlotte Stein, Run to You

“He kisses me until my mouth is sore from his stubble, and most likely cherry red. Then, when he sees its ripe colour, he kisses me more to make up for it. He kisses me between courses and in the middle of them too, licking chocolate from my lips when I accidentally make a mess – so uncaring of whatever anyone in here might think.”
― Charlotte Stein, Run to You

“You don’t know what I long for.”

“How can you imagine so when you make it this clear? You long for something different, and lovely, and exciting,” he says, as my eyes drift closed. “You long to be outside your own skin, for just a little while.”
― Charlotte Stein, Run to You

“Hope isn't poison, Lissa. Hope is the thing that keeps you going when everything is awful and dark and you don't know which way to turn.”
― Charlotte Stein, Run to You

“I'm still doing it. I'm still doing the thing I never do. I'm hoping. Or at least I'm trying on hope for size.”
― Charlotte Stein, Run to You

“If it's so easy -- if it only takes a day, a moment, a new dress, and some shoes and a hairstyle that didn't quite suit you -- to transform someone into something that fits into my world, why on earth would it matter to me at all?”
― Charlotte Stein, Run to You

“And your words …”

“Tell me about my words.”

“They make me crazy.”

“Which ones, specifically?”

“All of them. Any of them.”

“So mostly 'and', and 'when', and 'if'.”

It’s another challenge, ten hurdles high. I can clear it, though. I can.

“No. Mostly 'sex' and 'pleasure' and the way you just said 'wet'.”

“Like it excites me.”

“Yes. Exactly, yes.”

“Like I want you to tell me all about that slippery seam between your legs, and how eager you must be to have someone lick their way over it.”

“Oh, God, yes.”

“And how I would, if I were there. I’d kiss your pussy until you forgot every little sliver of that restraint, play with your nipples to make them so pretty and stiff, slide my fingers inside you just as I think you might be doing now. Are you?”
― Charlotte Stein, Run to You

“Do you think you are so very hard to read? Perhaps no one has ever bothered before, and this has led you to believe you are inscrutable. But no, I think not. I think it is more likely that these other people are lazy. You take a lot of studying and so they let you pass them by, even though everything you do says so much. You hide when you don’t want to; you hang up when you want to complete the call. You deny the things you feel the most and admit what matters least. My little study in opposites, are you not? Heart on her sleeve, though she would say it was only the pattern of the piece of clothing she was wearing.”
― Charlotte Stein, Run to You

“I’m on the other end of the spectrum from oblivious, whatever that’s called. Extreme noticing, perhaps? Severe and chronic attention-paying?”
― Charlotte Stein, Run to You