Wild Irish Quotes

“She’s mine.
But even as I think it, I know the truth. It’s me who belongs to her. Every last shredded ounce of my soul is hers.”
― C.M. Seabrook, Wild Irish

“It’s her eyes that unnerve me. Hazel with flecks of gold and green. But it’s more what I see when I look into them that rattles me.
Pain, anger, fear, mixed with strength, passion and lust.
A chaos of emotions trapped behind a mask of self-inflicted rules. but I see it, something wild just waiting to be set free.”
― C.M. Seabrook, Wild Irish

“and weekly hospital visits. Those were her last words to me.”
― C.M. Seabrook, Wild Irish

“You’re my happiness,” she whispers, breathlessly.
“And ye’re mine, love.”
― C.M. Seabrook, Wild Irish

“One touch.
One taste.
I want more. One night won’t be enough.
But it’s going to have to be.
I can’t let my emotions get tied up. She doesn’t belong here. And even if she did, I don’t have room in my life for someone like her. Someone who’ll demand more than I can give - everything.”
― C.M. Seabrook, Wild Irish