Born, Madly Quotes

“Love is pain. Real love – the one not spewed in poetry – is agony. It tears at your soul, strips you bare, drives you mad and demands the veracity of our existence. Love is madness.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Madly

“Not all demons are born to the dark. And not all angels seek the light. Sometimes our circumstance demands a fusion of both. There is no good and evil. Only the time spent between both heaven and hell, where we find our peace. And love. Even the vilest of monsters deserve to be loved.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Madly

“Love and obsession are so closely linked, the emotions evoked by obsession easily mistaken for love. And when obsession rules your world, you become a slave to its demands.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Madly

“but what is genius if not madness? Mental illness is a common euphemism for evil.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Madly

“You’re mine, London. We can dance this violent dance until we bleed each other dry, or we can surrender. Your choice. But I will have you.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Madly

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here. ~William Shakespeare”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Madly

“I’ve discovered that the very people put in charge to honor the law and protect us are the ones we should fear the most.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Madly

“I’m addicted to Grayson, and the way he makes me feel. And yet I fear him just as powerfully.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Madly

“You’ll never be free. You’re doomed to repeat this self-inflicted cycle forever. The madness won’t take you—these bars will. You keep putting yourself here again and again, trying to escape, but you’re still locked in that dark room.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Madly

“Death at my lover’s hand. The ultimate reward and punishment for our perfection. I couldn’t ask for a more perfect ending.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Madly

“Love is pain. Real love—the one not spewed in poetry—is agony. It tears at your soul, strips you bare, drives you mad and demands the veracity of our existence. Love is madness.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Madly

“My sick matches your sick,” I whisper to him.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Madly

“Always analyzing,” he mutters. “Occupational hazard.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Madly

“Grayson and I…we were apart, but we were working in tandem. Our moves choreographed and calculated, the rest of the world unable to follow our lead. We were above them.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Madly

“Fear governs our life—that soul-sickening dread of loss.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Madly

“She’s my home. And she’s my sickness.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Madly

“It’s like I’m lovesick, belting ballads at her window. Or burying her alive… Which for us, is a clear affirmation of devotion. Not many possess that kind of dedication, that level of commitment, to their significant other. Love is pain. Real love—the one not spewed in poetry—is agony. It tears at your soul, strips you bare, drives you mad and demands the veracity of our existence.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Madly

“We’re a duet—we belong together. One cannot exist without the other.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Madly

“Not all demons are born to the dark. And not all angels seek the”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Madly

“My sick matches your sick,” I”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Madly