Dead Man Walking Quotes

“Better men could love you,” I said, my voice guttural but strong. I opened my eyes and pinned her with the heaviness of my conviction. “But now, I’ll kill any of them who try.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking

“She fit against my chest, in the space between my ribs, in the hole where there should have been a human heart. Maybe that was it—maybe she was my heart, living wrongly outside my body, and that was why I felt this way.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking

“Loving you isn’t a worse fate than death. The idea of not loving you? That’s what makes me feel like I’m dying.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking

“Not all love stories play out in the light. Some of the best romances occur in the veil of shadows.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking

“We must not all be exactly alike to live a life worthy of God’s grace. Instead, we must follow the path our hearts set out for us so that we might find fulfilment in ways more than just spiritual, but equally profound.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking

“If I make you mine, you stay mine until death comes for us. You’re mine in the night and the shadows where I’m fucking king. You’re mine in the light with your family and friends, standing beside Death as his queen. If I’m a killer, you’re a killer. Where I end, you fucking begin.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking

“I might be a shit fuckin' dad, but you gotta know I'll try my best as long as you don't mind havin' a serial killer as your baby daddy.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking

“Let them underestimate me, I’d be only too happy to prove them wrong with a pretty smile and my deadly blade.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking

“Sometimes we live in a cage of our own makin’, little Bea, and sometimes, even though we got the key, we don’t wanna let ourselves out.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking

“There were graveyards in those eyes, haunted eyes that few people could hold for long in any kind of stare. I found them lovely, melancholy and peaceful as walking through a cemetery at dawn when the sky is giving birth to day in direct contrast to the eternal dead.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking

“If I'd learned anything the past few years, it was that broken wasn't bad. It was a step along the road to healing and growth, a pause in the inevitable evolution of ourselves over the course of our lives.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking

“Only the sun had ever kissed me there, the sun and the air and the cool touch of water. For nineteen years, nature had been my only lover, a shy thing, tentative and teasing. Priest was none of those things. He was anti-matter, sucking me up ruthlessly and refusing to spit me out, eating away at my edges until I was all core, all sensation.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking

“For the first time in my life, nearly thirty years of living, I felt like I was exactly where I fucking belonged. Corrupting an angel into sin, chaining her to me so she would never be able to go back from whence she came. Ruin, ruin, ruin.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking

“I will keep you safe,” I said in a voice that sounded strangely like a vow. An oath when the last promise I’d ever made was to make promises no more. “Everyone who knows me fears me, and those that don’t yet, will learn to.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking

“He’d killed as a gift for a woman who wasn’t his. He didn’t know yet that she’d already been claimed by a psychopath, and I wouldn’t give her up for fucking anything.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking

“Such a small collection of things, like seashells gathered along the shore, not nearly enough to claim notion of the entire ocean. But I was desperate for more. For him.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking

“I wanted to respect this sacrifice he was making, summoning old demons just to show me why they existed.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking

“You’re mine in life; you’re mine in death. We’re never gonna be fuckin’ parted, mo cuishle. I’ll haunt you, I’ll haunt you, I’ll haunt you.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking

“I was a good Christian girl with an obsession for those who sinned.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking

“I took the name of the monster who made me, who stripped me bare straight down to the dark heart of me, and made it mine.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking

“Take me way down deep into the dark. Help me find some new piece of myself there.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking

“She loved to be preyed upon so long as I was the predator gnashing his teeth at her throat. She loved to be yielded hard in my hand like a weapon and not played softly, tenderly as so many women I’d been with before her.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking

“I’ll ruin you,” I promised baldly, excitement in my balls, in my chest, a percussion beat like ceremonial drums. “So ruin me,” she agreed. “Pull my hair, bite my neck, leave me bruised and ruined by your love until every inch of my body is singing of you.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking

“I clung to him like vines, so tight I probably made it hard for him to breathe. But I didn’t care, and he didn’t complain. If I could have, I would have crawled beneath his very skin and lived there.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking

“The rightness of it surged through me, hot where I was cold, scorching through all the icy chambers of my heart until it burned. Until I was lit up like an old house and quickly going down in her flames.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking

“And through it all, we watched each other, Bea and me, locked together in this death in a way I felt echo into the future of our lives, linking us in a way I’d never be able to forget. I knew then, as I’d only been curious about it before, that Beatrice Lafayette was going to be mine.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking

“Despite it all, I was being dragged, kicking and screaming, back into the land of the living by one much too young and entirely too naïve girl with moonshine hair and a soul drawn dangerously to my dark.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking

“There was cracking in my ribs, a yawning open of bones, and then with a brutal thud that robbed me of breath, I felt her there, my girl, my heart, slotted into my chest. I was destroyed by her love, the dead man murdered by sweet hands.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking

“Standing up from his recline on his Harley, he was already moving toward me, pulled to me as if by some gravitational force.

The force of love, my romantic heart whispered.

I didn’t care what name I gave to it: love, worship, obsession.

It all boiled down to one thing, one feeling that struck me the moment he clutched me in a hard, possessive embrace right there on the Linley’s stoop. The feeling that with Priest, every piece of me, dark and light, sweet and bitter, saintly and sinful was glued together by his acceptance into a beautiful mosaic. That feeling that with him, I’d never been so beautiful and whole. We were two broken halves that locked together in a way that could never be undone.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking

“Loulou broke free from Zeus to come toward us but stopped abruptly when Priest stepped in front of me, blocking her way.

They stared each other down, my big sister and my beloved psycho, communicating in the way of alphas, without words using only intense body language.

Slowly, Priest pulled me by the wrist to his side, then deliberately wrapped his big hand around the back of my neck under my hair to anchor me to him.

“She’s mine,” he said slowly, each word barely leashed with aggression.

Loulou mimicked him, cocking her head and narrowing her eyes. Her hip cocked to the side as she folded her arms across her chest and arched a brow. “And you’re hers?”

He shrugged one shoulder casually, but the hand on my neck flexed in spasm. “Whatever there is of me to have.”
― Giana Darling, Dead Man Walking