Sloth Quotes

“We’re not meant to be alone. We’re made with holes inside our souls. The only way to survive is to fill them.”
― Ella James, Sloth

“Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness.”
― Ella James, Sloth

“I think I understand. Why all great things are sad. Why silence aches. Why people lose their way.”
― Ella James, Sloth

“It is the reason you are here on Earth. You are here to risk your heart.”
― Ella James, Sloth

“You know, sloth is a sin," he says softly.
"I prefer to think of it as an adorable animal.”
― Ella James, Sloth

“People say glass half empty ,glass half full like it’s so easy to just pick one. I think things are more complicated. My full might be different from yours. Or maybe all the glass is, is a glass.”
― Ella James, Sloth

“Why... are you still here?” She sits down by me, takes my hand. “Because you’re here.”
― Ella James, Sloth

“You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on Earth. You are here to risk your heart.”
― Ella James, Sloth

“He definitely looks angelic. Like an angel who would rip your panties with the strength of his immortal hands.”
― Ella James, Sloth

“He shakes his head and pulls me down beside him on the mattress. “I don’t like it…because I can’t feel you there.”
― Ella James, Sloth

“gold. Everything I long for, everything I can’t have, I pour into her”
― Ella James, Sloth

“Pain is a monsoon—drenching me inside and out.”
― Ella James, Sloth

“They say hell is other people. I believe that. But what I didn’t know until now is so can heaven be.”
― Ella James, Sloth

“We’re not meant to be alone. We’re made with holes inside our souls. The only way to survive is to fill them. I think the catch is, you don’t get to choose with what.”
― Ella James, Sloth

“I think I understand. Why all great things are sad. Why silence aches. Why people lose their way. Why when I see a lone figure, I wonder who she is missing and not who she'll meet. Why babies die when they're not touched. Why young girls cradle letters from strange boys with nameless pain upon their hearts. We're not meant to be alone. We're made with holes inside our souls. The only way to survive is to fill them. I think the catch is, you don't get to choose with what'.”
― Ella James, Sloth

“Maybe I’m ovulating today? Because I want him. Like... I totally, illogically, inappropriately want that asshole, Kellan Walsh,”
― Ella James, Sloth

“I can’t be here without her. She is holding up the sky.”
― Ella James, Sloth

“Next time I’m here, I won’t be alone. If I play my cards right, I might never be alone again.”
― Ella James, Sloth

“I think I understand. Why all great things are sad. Why silence aches. Why people lose their way. Why when I see a lone figure, I wonder who she’s missing and not who she’ll meet. Why babies die when they’re not touched. Why young girls cradle letters from strange boys with nameless pain upon their hearts. We’re not meant to be alone. We’re made with holes inside our souls. The only way to survive is to fill them. I think the catch is, you don’t get to choose with what.”
― Ella James, Sloth

“The demons in my mind are far away, and there is only her sweet voice, singing a song I’ve never heard...”
― Ella James, Sloth

“Have you ever heard about string theory? Everything is tied together, works together, shrinks, expands, and breathes together. Maybe we're on the same string, baby. We're right beside each other. We're the same thing." His mouth takes mine. He pulls away. "My blood, your blood..." Another kiss...his voice hot on my cheek. "One day I tried to calculate the odds of how we met. The odds of February 14. There are no odds. For us, there are no odds because it isn't chance." - Kellan”
― Ella James, Sloth

“Things Cleo can never know—lest she should find out how the two of us are linked.”
― Ella James, Sloth

“Kellan Walsh... who the hell are you?”
― Ella James, Sloth

“Wordsworth-inspired painting,”
― Ella James, Sloth

“The one I’m looking at now is Sylvia Plath. The colors are a translucent sort of jade, pale gold, and, in a few places, milky white. Running jagged and clear, horizontally, through the middle of the canvas, is a line I recognize immediately and, after a long second, place as a line from the poem, “Daddy.”
― Ella James, Sloth

“Now she’s drinking coffee from an owl mug.”
― Ella James, Sloth

“It’s by this author named Louise Erdrich. Honestly, I don’t know her, but I saw this one on Tumblr, and I love it. Ready?” She holds up the unfolded paper. “It says, ‘You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on Earth. You are here to risk your heart.”
― Ella James, Sloth

“Why all great things are sad. Why silence aches. Why people lose their way. Why when I see a lone figure, I wonder who she’s missing and not who she’ll meet. Why babies die when they’re not touched. Why young girls cradle letters from strange boys with nameless pain upon their hearts. We’re not meant to be alone. We’re made with holes inside our souls. The only way to survive is to fill them. I think the catch is, you don’t get to choose with what.”
― Ella James, Sloth

“On weekends, she’ll watch the sun rise and go down as she hangs here, getting fucked as often as I want to fuck her. I’m not finished with this. I just...can’t be.”
― Ella James, Sloth

“I know it’s a lie, what they say: that time heals all wounds. It doesn’t. Time fades the scars a little, but like physical scars, soft spots on our hearts don’t really mend. If you press hard enough on them, they ache. They even break wide open sometimes. Like”
― Ella James, Sloth