To Flame a Wild Flower Quotes

“You can't escape me, Milaje. You'll have to trap me in an Iron coffin and drop me in the middle of the fucking ocean, and even then, I'll haunt your dreams. Your nightmares. I'll haunt you even when you try to die.”
― Sarah A. Parker, To Flame a Wild Flower

“I know the hurt is loud, but it won't always be." He holds my hands, like they’re butterflies caught in a warm hug. "One day it'll stop screaming at you. It'll become nothing more than a whisper.”
― Sarah A. Parker, To Flame a Wild Flower

“The only definites in this world are the ones you forge for yourself.”
― Sarah A. Parker, To Flame a Wild Flower

“There’s no plan without a backup plan. You’re dune cat chow if you put all your boa eggs in one basket.”
― Sarah A. Parker, To Flame a Wild Flower

“Your first mistake was assuming a measly four-letter word could encapsulate the way I feel for her,” I say, tilting my head to the side, slicing Mersi with a stare I hope she feels all the way to her bones. “Your second was assuming I’ll ever let her go. Make a third and we’re done.”
― Sarah A. Parker, To Flame a Wild Flower

“I bow to no one, but I’ll get down on my knees before the Gods and beg you to choose this. To live.”
― Sarah A. Parker, To Flame a Wild Flower

“I don’t want your life story, dickhead. I couldn’t care less if you were shat out of a donkey’s ass. It’s been a long day, and I’m pretty keen to find the most comfortable position in this shithole and tuck down for some shut-eye.”
― Sarah A. Parker, To Flame a Wild Flower

“His right eye is an inky orb, a burst of black capillaries webbed across the skin surrounding it. And his left one … It’s glass—just like the scribble of thin, glassy fractures that weave across his cheek and temple and stretch into his hairline.  He’s a monstrous mix of flesh and translucent splits, some areas leaking threads of blood that drip to the floor.”
― Sarah A. Parker, To Flame a Wild Flower

“And now you’re stuck with me,” she murmurs. “Hopefully my superior communication skills will save me from getting stabbed in the heart.”
― Sarah A. Parker, To Flame a Wild Flower

“A stark realization dawns …  “There’s only one bed.” Two of us.”
― Sarah A. Parker, To Flame a Wild Flower

“I battle the urge to flinch. The word wounds-every time. Because i'm not his. Not anyone's. Not anymore. I belong to the silver-licked shadows of my own mistakes.”
― Sarah A. Parker, To Flame a Wild Flower

“The star refused to answer my plea. Not even a whisper. Because they don't care, Rhor. Because we're nothing but a colorful splash of entertainment upon the tapestry of their immortal oblivion.”
― Sarah A. Parker, To Flame a Wild Flower

“I told him I wasn't as innocent as he thought. He told me I'd look back on the moment and realize I was wrong. It hurts how right he was.”
― Sarah A. Parker, To Flame a Wild Flower

“I want him to make such a mess of my neck that I can never look at myself the same again - eternally reminded of this filthy act of survival makes me want to shred my skin.”
― Sarah A. Parker, To Flame a Wild Flower

“We've both been forged by a conditional love that broke us into crumbs people still manage to choke on. Perhaps there's something poetic in that? In us.”
― Sarah A. Parker, To Flame a Wild Flower

“One tiny step. One tiny plunge. One deep dive into our ever after that never was, before an inky nothing pours into my lungs and snuffs out my flame”
― Sarah A. Parker, To Flame a Wild Flower

“I don't want to feel."
The words flow without shape or heart or the will to sink their roots into soil. Without the petals of hope, happiness, sadness, grief...
Empty as my empty heart - confirmed by a mighty, unfathomable entity. Cawed words that call me now.”
― Sarah A. Parker, To Flame a Wild Flower