Lords of Pain Quotes

“Was he born this selfish and insecure, or did something happen to make him this way? Are monsters born, or are they made?”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain

“Maybe they’re not used to being confronted with their past crimes. Maybe they expect their trash to stay gone once they’ve thrown it away.”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain

“Tristian’s nostrils flare and Killer and I share a glance at the impending bitchfest. “I said I wanted a vegetable tray!” Ms. Crane goes to the fridge and pulls out a bag of half-thawed baby carrots. “There,” she says, dumping them on the counter with a loud ‘thud’. “Go fucking wild, you useless rabbit disguised as a man.”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain

“Are monsters born, or are they made?”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain

“I look away, unable to put voice to my reasoning. None of them would understand what it means to be a woman in a world with cold, hard, selfish men.”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain

“That I would know how to handle being bullied?” I give a dark laugh, hardly able to believe it. “You brought your glorified sexual assault victim to teach your little sisters about…what? Standing up to assholes? Bringing them down? Shaking it off?” I shake my head. “Jesus, Tristian, Shakespeare couldn’t write this kind of irony.”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain

“Scary because I need it, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned this past year, it’s that needing something means giving in to someone else’s power.”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain

“And I better not hear any lip from Satan’s right testicle in there. Damn sick of hearing his big blond bellyaching.”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain

“Someday, you and I are going to have a talk about these not being a toy,” he says,”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain

“I Don't want to burn her down, I want to burn with her, high and bright.”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain

“She's like sand slipping through your fingers, water through. sieve. You can't keep what you can never grasp.”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain

“She didn’t seem inclined to attend dinner with the sentient manifestations of Satan’s genitalia. Can’t say I blame her. You’ve got the personalities of an anal itch. Don’t know how I stand it.”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain

“I embrace the curiosity about the woman who spawned a demon like Tristan. Did she find the mark of the beast on his forehead at birth? Did she have to cover up cloven hooves?”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain

“It all makes a terrible sense now. They weren’t changing. They weren’t growing to care for me. They were playing me the whole time.”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain

“Sometimes, when he smiles at me this certain way, I think I can see the kind of man he might have been, if things had been different. Tristian makes me feel cared for.”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain

“It never goes away—I know that better than anyone. But it gets less enormous. Easier to pick parts from, to be tucked away and never thought about again. By the time he pulls into the garage at the brownstone, I’m already being hit with the numbing exhaustion that always follows.”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain

“If I’m ashamed of anything, it’s the way their laughter makes me feel: alone. Like I’m trash. Like I’m nothing, no one. Just a toy. Something to be used and thrown away. A punchline instead of a living, breathing human being.”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain

“I want to know how he reconciles protecting one girl as he’s hurting another. I want to know what he tells himself to make it feel okay.”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain

“But now, looking back, I can clearly hear the disappointment it was tinged with. Maybe, somehow, she knew she’d be releasing something so fragile into a harsh world filled with cruel men. Maybe she was hoping I’d be stronger.”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain

“When we were closer, when I was young, my mom used to call me her little flower petal. She’d say that I needed to be treated with care, or I’d wilt away. I used to think it was sweet at the time, like an endearment.”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain

“If I’m broken,” she whispers, rusty voice cutting through the silence, “then you’re the one who broke me.”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain

“It’s a soft, wistful sort of feeling, offset by something strangely wounded, as if the better half of me has just realized how very fake it all must be.”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain

“I fix my hair up real nice for them, looking just as empty as I feel. Just as empty as they want me to be.”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain

“But that’s the thing about Story that these guys don’t realize. She’s like sand slipping through your fingers. Water through a sieve.  You can’t keep what you can never grasp.”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain

“I thought she was mine the first time we met. I thought she was mine again that night in our old house, when I finally let myself have a piece of her, however small it might have seemed.”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain

“Isn’t that why you’ve always hated her so much?” He shakes his head, looking both sympathetic and annoyed. “You always hate what you can’t have.”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain

“I nod, understanding everything. Understanding that no one, not even family, is going to save me. Understanding that this is all life is for me now, one sicko after another, lining up to take something from me.”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain

“I close my eyes and try to shut everything out, to curl into the back of my brain the way I’ve learned. It isn’t me doing this. This is just automatic. Something else has taken over my body and I’m watching it, locked away somewhere safe.”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain

“Scary because they’ll have a part of me—the same part of me I’ve been trying so hard to keep to myself.”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain

“What good is having a living, breathing, cussing database of South Side fuckery if we can’t ever approach her about it?” Throwing the folder aside, I rake my fingers through my hair. “You two coddle the shit out of her.” “And you treat her like a living, breathing, cussing database of South Side fuckery.”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain