Christine Zolendz Famous Quotes & Sayings
100 Christine Zolendz Famous Sayings, Quotes and Quotation.
Not all the sugar frosting and colored sprinkles, chocolate pieces and coconut crumbles, can disguise a piece of garbage. It's still a load of garbage, babe.
I wish there was a device implanted in out brains to record memories, so we could play them back and watch them whenever we wanted, like old home movies.
Mine," Shane said. "Move away."
HIS? Oh, I am so yours Shane Maxton.
Coitus Interruptus!" I screamed. "Stop and put your hands where I can see them.
Come on, Charlie, come with me down the rabbit hole.
The punishment I was given was this existence.
There's no holding back now, Lex. Let go. Everything you want I'm going to give you.
You want to be my first, Shane?"
"No baby, I'm going to be your last
You have climbed to the top of the skank tree, then fell ... and you banged every guy on the way down.
It took all my restraint not to fall to my knees in front of her and beg her to love me.
Oh, go to hell, Gabriel! What are you going to do, flap you wrings around and throw your halon at me?
Let me tell you the truth about women. We want it all. We want to be completely and utterly cherished but at the same time treated like our inner whores. The secret is that we don't want to ever talk about it. We want you to just know. So not only are we liars, we're a bunch of crazy ass bitches.
This book is dedicated to everyone who has ever been told they can't. Let's jump off the cliff together.
This is your life, Lea. Mine was over centuries ago, but you have the future, things to hope for and look forward to. I'm just here for one thing. I don't want anything to happen to you or Conner, even Shane or Tucker, because you're all trying to save me.
You slept with my sister."
"Get over it. You could either fight with me over it or help me fight for her. She deserves some good guys on her side. And I'm planning on being one of them.
Giggling, I drifted into a rendition of You're so Vain by Carly Simon to Lost Cause from Beck, stopping after (I Hate) Everything About You by Ugly Kid Joe.
Nice, Grace. What was that a montage of how I feel about Shane songs?
There are five levels of the douche hierarchy: douche, douche bag, douche canoe, douche nozzle and right at the top, the king of it all, when the douche is displaying phenomenal amounts of doucheness, is a douche rocket. It's when someone is such a douche, like the KING of douches, they can no longer be described as a douche nozzle, they are ALL the levels of douchery put together, and douche rocked is used.
With my guitar, I could write my own stories, my own poems, and my own destiny. No one could take away the feelings, the emotions or the truth of my notes. They could hide secrets and provoke images of words that never should be whispered. I could compose the melody of my aching heart and write into it my own happily ever after since no one seemed to think after all my suffering I deserved one. That's okay, I would make my own.
I also want to kiss you until you're a puddle of sexy sauce on the floor, and then I want to lick you up, slowly
Come on its me, Mr. Dark and intriguing with a side of fucked up, Yeah I'm pretty much priceless.
I could have had an orgasm from the mind fuck he was giving me right there
His lips touched mine again, breathing me in like I was his air, then he tore his mouth from mine; panting. Please Grace, whatever it is you're going after, please try to find it here in me. I will try my best to be the man that you need me to be.
Grace: "I wanted to tell you how I felt. Why I was always so mean to you, Shane."
- "Because you feel broken?"
- "Completely shattered," I whispered
softly.
Bringing his hands to my face, he leaned over me, lightly stroking my cheeks with his fingertips. - "Then let me in, because I promise you, I will pick up every little broken piece of you, every single fucking piece, Grace, and for the
rest of my fucking life I will put you back together ...
I'll make you whole again.
You, Grace, you're my heaven.
... if you're going to be a smart ass you should start with being smart, otherwise, you're really just an ass.
Do I have to get diapers?" he asked.
"Why, did Kade shit himself?" she laughed.
Dylan huffed loudly. Eyebrows knitted together, "DO I NEED TO GET BOTTLES?"
Jen rolled her eyes and shook her head as if he were crazy, "Don't you think it's too early to start drinking? You just got up ... "
"IS THERE ANYTHING IN YOUR OVEN?"
"I'M NOT BAKING ANYTHING, YOU MORON! WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME?"
My God, you have surrounded me with idiots.
Hey, you coming to the bar tonight?" he called out after me.
I stopped and turned around, "Maybe, I don't know. I have to see how I feel after a shower."
A smile burst onto his face, making him more stunning than it was humanly possible. "Do you need help with that? I'd like to see how you feel after a shower too ...
I wake up with you as the last thought in my dreams. I dream about your lips, the smell of your skin and hair, and the freaking fire that burms inside of me to be inside you. I want to bury myself inside you and never climb out, my sweet death. Grace, I'm fucking in love with you. - Shane
A decent guy doesn't just get born and grow up to be Mr. Perfect. They need to be created by a woman. They're like a dumb blank lump of clay and you have to mold them into what you want them to be, while erasing everything their mothers ever taught them and all the horrible internet porn they've watched growing up.
Lea, I want to lick him up like a freaking cherry ice pop, let him melt in my mouth, get all sticky and lick my fingers clean. But so does every other girl he meets. And I'm like the last girl in line, a line that freaking wraps around the corner.
It was always you. Always. There is nothing you can tell me that will make me look at you as anything other than my Charlie.
Iam kind of hoping the rest of my night will be full os regretful behavior and irreversible decisions.
Got plans for the rest of the day ?"
"No plans," I whispered. Test drive your mattress? Let me pretend to be a Skittle and you can taste my rainbow? Fifty Shades me? Please ! Oh, holy horror, I'm freaking losing it.
I want you to tell me why you have a pair of broken angel wings on your shoulder. I want you to tell me why you cut your wrists and I want to know why and how you play and sing the way you do, but most of all I want you to tell me what I need to do to be a good enough man for you.
Those green irises were like gentle pools of brilliant meadows of sage and green-envy coneflowers swaying in a warm breeze.
HOLY fuck. What the hell sort of poetry was that dribbling out of my twisted brain?
You know when I was younger, I used to lick anything I didn't want taken from me.
I may have loved to read my romance and smut novels, but I was not blinded by the 'fiction' part of it all. I knew the difference between what was real and what came from a hopeless romantic's imagination.
I think the truth is that we are in love with the fantasy of being that one person who could inspire, arouse, or affect someone who is so untouchable to the rest of the world. It makes us feel special; like we're the diamond in the rough, the one in a million, the one that everyone else couldn't be, and do what everyone else couldn't do. Imagine being that significant to someone? To never have to doubt that he loves you, or needs you, or more importantly, wants you more than any other.
Your evil cannot darken this tale, it was written from the heavens.
This, right here with you is the closest that I'll ever come to heaven That's all right by me, because you are my heaven, Grae.
I earned my strength when a sick psychotic man took the perfect world I built for myself, shook it like a snow globe, and smashed it up against a wall. I have earned every breath I've ever took, while being choked at the hands of a madman.
In another life, Shane, if I was anybody but me, I would have loved to be loved by you.
All human actions have one or more of these seven causes: chance, nature, compulsion, habit, reason, passion, and desire. Aristotle
I made a vow to myself to never be fooled again by a man or a halo wearing asshole with wings.
Shane smirked and straddled the bike
showing his back to me, end of discussion.
I was speechless anyway. I couldn't even
think right. Well ... mentally he was about eight
inches deep in me and I was screaming his name
raking my nails down his back.
She is a mortal danger to all men. She is beautiful without knowing it, and possesses charms that she's not even aware of. She is like a trap set by nature - a sweet perfumed rose in whose petals Cupid lurks in ambush. Anyone who has seen her smile has known perfection. She instills grace in every common thing and divinity in every careless gesture. Venus in her shell was never so lovely, and Diana in the forest never so graceful as you, I whispered. Lifting my head up, I looked deep into her eyes.
You need to tell me what's going on. Tell me something, babe. I can't do this anymore, this sick twisted worrying, I need more of the story." The sad smile he offered me pulled at my insides, "I don't want half of you, or bits and pieces, baby. I bloody want all of you.
I've spent my entire existence trying to create this perfect fairytale happy ever after future; bending fate to the way I thought it should be, or living in a past I was never supposed to have. I've never lived in the present, and cherished the moments I'm in.
Because Lainey, you somehow soothe the chaos that's inside me. You heal me.
Here's to falling ... " He levelled his eyes on both of us. " ... in love ... and to the best example of it that I've ever seen, which is sitting right in front of me. And here's to hoping my two best friends finally find the guts to tell each other they've been in love with one another since the fourth fucking grade. Cheers.
Please, save your breath, because you might need it to blow up your date later.
Lea, you know you should never have a battle of wits with an unarmed opponent.
Holy fellatio! You are standing there licking him up with your eyes! Do you freaking hear the old seventies porn music playing in your head?
The bloody cockfucking wanker therapist wants me to write my bloody thoughts about all the tragedy in my bloody life. It'll be therapeutic, he says. It'll be closure, he cheers. I'd bloody well like to push him over the ledge of his window, I think back. Hang my head over the sill and tinkle my bloody fingers in a wave. Watch him flail his arms about trying to bloody fly as he plummets, then splashes across the sidewalk.
He let his guitar swing behind him and cupped my face with his hand. "I love you, Grace Taylor." It barely came out above a whisper from his lips but it echoed throught the microphone. And then he kissed me. In front of everyone, he kissed me. A slow, deep kiss that sent heat from my lips to every other surface of my skin, and completely an utterly set me on fire.
I've waited for what feels like two thousand years to tell you how much I love you and to touch your lips again.
Jameson: I just nailed you
Lexa: Strange. I didn't feel a thing.
Jameson: I just EMAILED you. I swear to GOD I typed emailed and my phone changed it
Lexa: Sure you did
I don't know how it is to fuck him Shane, I did not fuck Ethan. I have never slept with anyone, actually. I was saving myself for that ex-boyfriend ... he was in ... um ... jail, but when he got out, he didn't want me anymore and left.
Suddenly, I developed an acute case of Tourette's syndrome, Fuck! That fucking-shit-son-of-an-ass-monkey-dick-weasel!
Evil can never hide itself for too long, Shane. Its ego is too big not to be heard or seen for so long
If I'm not good enough because I'm a waitress, don't settle for me, don't sink down to my level. You don't deserve anything I have to offer. Let that shit hurt for a hot minute, simmer in it then leave me the fuck alone.
You have had my heart with you for thousands of years, and I have been so empty until now.
You know, that's the fairy-tale I'd write for you, Grace. You and Shane. One hot rock star badass and one beautiful rock star badass with a happily ever after.
There are only two four letter words that are offense to men. The words don't and stop. Well, unless they are used together.
Charlie. If someone ever breaks your wings, you just got to find some other way to fly. Show them what you're worth, Charlie. Nobody should set your value but you.
I didn't know I was lost
Until you found me
I never knew what love was
Until you touched my hand
I lost myself long ago
In between your lips
And now here you are
You steal my breath away
Until you I never really knew heaven
Cause until you it was only ever hell
I didn't know I was so far gone
Until you brought me home
I promise you, girl
I know you're shattered
I'll pick up your pieces
And make you whole again
Cause until you girl
I've been shattered too
Since my very first kiss
It's only been you
A smile like that can give a man hope
Tell me. Tell me, Grace, that you don't feel this. Please. Tell me and I will walk right out of here
The first kiss, the first time my lips were on yours ... the hell ... I wouldn't take one moment of it back ...
Because how you look doesn't change what's in your soul.
That, that right there. That's it, that feeling, that moment of breathlessness, that little surge in your chest, the prickle of heat along your skin and the low hot roll of your belly, that's what being alive is all about.
I swung the door open and seductively leaned against it. The ultimate badass looked like he was having a heart attack.
Bitch," Bliss hissed crossing her arms in front of her chest.
Lea laughed louder, "Oh, one syllable word war. You don't even need a brain to play that game! Okay, my turn! Cunt!
I glared at Shane, who gave me an innocent look. With the most serious expression I could make, I joked, "Some of my close friends have called me Black Widow, because after I sleep with someone, I kill them."
Shane looked at me evenly, matching my serious expression, "I have no doubt in my mind that you have had that effect on men, since I feel like I've died every time you've smiled at me.
This bitch was giving me writer's block."
-Kade
Hey, and the rock star is here too! How you doing, son?"
"Hey, Mr. Rossi. Thanks for having me today. I'm doing great. How have you been?" I answered.
He lowered his gaze and stepped closer to me. "Good, good, son. I'm sure glad that everything was settled and you didn't have anything to do with hurting our Gracie. Lea told me that you were the one to help her when that son of a bitch got his hands on her. We're forever in your debt, Shane. I knew you couldn't have hurt her." He slid in front of the dining room chair at the head of the table, and sat down, leaning back with his arms folded across his chest. A serious expression crossed his features, "So did anybody get the son of a bitch, yet? Or am I going to have to make some calls ... " Holy shit, it's like the Godfather.
Grace, you have never and will never quietly exist. You shine on earth as if the sun was born here. You have been a beacon for all of humanities sufferings and exhilarations.
Grace Taylor, I am going to kiss you right now and you are not going to run away from me, because you have no excuse now. Then you are going to go back upstairs to be and all you are going to think about are my fucking lips on yours and nothing else.
Because i promise you, i will pick up every broken little piece of you, every single fucking piece, Grace, and for the rest of my fucking life i will put you back together
I want my best friend back. I want the best thing that ever happened to me back. And I promise you I will make you fall in love with me all over again. This time, it'll be the forever kind.
Just pull the fucking trigger on me now, please - Shane
Were you dropped on your head as a baby or did your mother just throw you against a wall ?
Here's my lesson to you: Don't wish for a knight in shining armor. You'll just end up spending most of your time doing lots of polishing. And that armor tarnishes faster than any other substance on earth; instead, spend that time on yourself.
Life isn't made of miracles, roses and cotton fucking candy, Lea.
What the eff are you two alcoholics talking about? You're all hovering over each other like you're plotting to take over the world. You know you can't do any of that fun stuff without me.
Put a damn shirt on and cover up your eighteen pack or whatever you got going on under that skin, you are making me drool."
"Lea, stop saying crap like that to me and stop gawking, awkward."
Lea smiled down at me, "You, sir are a bit easy on the eye, so therefore I shall stare at you. If you feel at all uncomfortable, I could always knock you over the head with something until you're unconscious and take pictures.
Uh huh, I said, cringing and sipping at the wine. Okay, I gulped. Sue me, I was about to get my hoo-ha ripped to shreds; I was a wee bit nervous.
I don't know how to do this, tell me how to fix us
No matter what happens from here, know that I have always, I will always love you and I will always protect you.
Anyone who says forty is the new twenty can suck it - if they can bend over enough to reach it. It's more like the new ninety, because you're now seriously pondering when Death will ring your doorbell in the form of those everyday pains and aches that now torture your once hot, tight body.
I stand there
And no one knew me
I reach for her
She looks right through me
I can search this world over
She can't see me
I drown in tears
They look right through me
Yeah, listen you should really stop now, because I'm betting on the smartest thing that ever could come out of your mouth is a penis.
It's a condom, Kade, because if you're going to act like a dick, you might as well dress like one,
Sod off! Psych 101. There are five stages of grief and I'm owning that shit. They ARE my bitches.
I'm sorry, what did you say? I'm not fluent in stupid drunk slut
Please don't be sorry, Grace. I am your friend and I'm here if you need to talk about anything or need a shoulder to cry on."
"Thanks."
"Especially if that's the only way I'll ever get to hold you.
Grace," he whispered as he slid his fingers over my swollen lips. "I want to be inside you so damn bad right now. But when I do that, I want to hear you scream my fucking name as you claw your nails down my back.
You shoot like a girl, she laughed smoothly, then lifted her gun and shot me right between the eyes. There was nothing left to do but tackle her. So I did.
Psf. I'm not an alcoholic. An alcoholic needs a drink. Look here," I explained raising my next shot to her. "I already have one. S therefore, I do not need one. Which makes me not an alcoholic.
When I look back on all the past chapters of my life, I see all the pain I have endured. I see the mistakes and heartbreak, the horror and loss. But when I stand in front of the mirror now, I see all my scars and the strength I've found from them. I see the lessons I have learned about life and the wisdom I've gained from each of my experiences. I will be fine
