Death to Valentine's Day Quotes

“Someone needed to show you that it’s not that hard.” Confusion swept over me again. “What isn’t?” “Showing up for the people you love.”
― Catherine Cowles, Death to Valentine's Day

“It was wrong to hate your brother. But I did. And it wasn’t because he’d had the girl I’d always wanted”
― Catherine Cowles, Death to Valentine's Day

“I love you. I know it’s reckless. That maybe I shouldn’t say it. But I realized it earlier. I think I’ve always loved you.” I dropped my forehead to hers. “I love you”
― Catherine Cowles, Death to Valentine's Day

“Being in a partnership with someone means showing up for them when they need you. And they do the same for you. I know Maia’s there for you every time you ask. So maybe ask yourself why you weren’t able to reciprocate.”
― Catherine Cowles, Death to Valentine's Day

“His hand slid along my jaw”
― Catherine Cowles, Death to Valentine's Day

“I hate parties,” I grumbled—audibly this time—as we headed farther down the wraparound balcony. He chuckled and slapped my shoulder. “You just hate people in general.” I glared at him. “Not everyone.” “Oh”
― Catherine Cowles, Death to Valentine's Day

“Why do they say tough as balls anyway?” Violet asked, looping her arm through Henry’s. “Seriously,” I echoed. “It should be tough as a vag.”
― Catherine Cowles, Death to Valentine's Day

“Never going to forget this moment,” he rasped. “The taste of you on my tongue while I get to feel that tight body taking all of me. Never going to forget the honor it is to have all of you.”
― Catherine Cowles, Death to Valentine's Day

“What if I don’t want to think about it? What if, for once in my life, I don’t want to do the thing that makes sense? What if I want to be reckless?” Deck’s eyes turned molten silver. “Then let’s be reckless.” In one fluid move,”
― Catherine Cowles, Death to Valentine's Day

“I’ve got you, Birdie.” I looked up at him, so many things continuing to shift into place. “You always have, haven’t you?” His mouth curved the barest amount, one of those tiny smiles I always coveted because they were so rare. “Finally starting to see.”
― Catherine Cowles, Death to Valentine's Day

“I’m so sorry”
― Catherine Cowles, Death to Valentine's Day

“But it wasn’t Jackson I found myself angry at now. It was myself. Because I’d let him treat me that way. I hadn’t walked away until I got slapped with something so ugly I had no choice. Now I had to figure out who I really was, and who I wanted to be. Because I’d been slowly erasing parts of myself to make someone else happy.”
― Catherine Cowles, Death to Valentine's Day

“I don’t think I can unknow this,” she whispered. “What?” My thumb stroked her waist again. A flash of pain crossed her expression. “What it feels like to kiss you. I didn’t know it could be like that.”
― Catherine Cowles, Death to Valentine's Day

“Hey”
― Catherine Cowles, Death to Valentine's Day

“Sure about that, Birdie? Would you take it back now? Knowing the way my hands feel in your hair, how my tongue feels in your mouth? Knowing I can make you moan from nothing more than a kiss?”
― Catherine Cowles, Death to Valentine's Day