Listen to Me Quotes

“I know that our love isn’t perfect, Addie. But I do know that I will fight for us.”
― Kristen Proby, Listen to Me

“I didn’t realize that it’s true what they say, that when your heart is truly broken you can feel the moment it cracks. Until just now. I’m”
― Kristen Proby, Listen to Me

“I spent a month up in Seattle last fall cowriting and producing with Leo Nash, an old friend of mine, for his band’s new album.”
― Kristen Proby, Listen to Me

“I'm taller than you, you know. And I have tats. I know that wasn't a deal breaker, but it's a bonus.”
I shake my head.
“I have brown hair, but I could lighten it. And I think you settled on blue eyes, but I heard green mentioned, and...bingo.” He bats his eyes at me before I know what's happening, he lifts the hem of his shirt.
Oh, sweet Jesus.
“And I'm not the one to brag, but, abs.”
― Kristen Proby, Listen to Me

“Do you like it here?”
“I’m liking it more and more,” I reply truthfully, holding her blue gaze in mine. “It helps that you’re crazy about me.”
“You’re just crazy,” she replies primly.
“Seriously, you’re embarrassing me. Stop fawning all over me.”
― Kristen Proby, Listen to Me

“I love her. It’s as simple and as terrifying as that.”
― Kristen Proby, Listen to Me

“Holy mother of God, that feels good.
“I’m not having sex with you,” I say primly and try to inch away from him.
“I didn’t invite you to. Stop squirming.”
He nuzzles my neck, making my eyes cross, and continues to play my stomach like a freaking guitar. Then he pushes more firmly against me, making me giggle. “Whatever it is that’s pressed to my ass disagrees with you.”
“That’s nothing. Just a flashlight.”
I burst out laughing. “Do you carry a flashlight in your pocket often?”
“Mostly just in the morning,” he replies seriously and kisses my neck, right under my ear”
― kristen proby, Listen to Me

“I gave lots of fucks, Cam. I’m a prostitute of feelings.” “I”
― Kristen Proby, Listen to Me

“Having feelings fucking sucks,” Kat mutters with a shake of the head. “Especially when it comes to men, because when we care, we give them the power to stomp our hearts into dust.” “We”
― Kristen Proby, Listen to Me

“Across the room is a man lifting weights. His muscles are crazy big. He’s not bad on the eyes at all. “I’m telling you,” Cami says, her eyes still on Mr. Beefcake. “They should have an observation deck here, where we can sit with a glass of wine and watch the show. I’d come to the gym every day.” “I”
― Kristen Proby, Listen to Me

“Addie, I can’t promise you that there won’t be times I fuck up or that things won’t ever feel broken.” His voice is a shaky whisper, his mouth planted against my temple. “But I can promise you that I will never walk away from us.”
Us.
Not me. Us.
I hug him tighter as tears form at the corners of my eyes. “That’s the best promise you can make.”
― Kristen Proby, Listen to Me

“YOU KNOW, YOU have a membership to this gym,” I remind Cami as we begin walking side by side on the treadmills. She’s glaring at hers, as though it’s an evil entity. “I know. And I came here, once.” “Once?” I chuckle and increase my speed. “I had these horrible side effects. I got sweaty. I was out of breath. My legs were shaky. I’m pretty sure that all means that this is not good for me. I mean, I couldn’t breathe, Addie.” “You”
― Kristen Proby, Listen to Me