Katie McGarry Quotes

I would never touch anyone else again without thinking about her.

Echo, ¿cómo crees que te dejaría? ¿Cómo puedes dudar de lo que siento? —Porque me viste enloquecer. Me viste casi volverme loca.— Te vi luchar contra el peor recuerdo de tu vida y te vi ganar. No te e...

The worst type of letting go isn’t the kicking or the screaming, because at least then there’s enough emotion left to fight. No, the worst type is the silent acceptance. The quietness of the release....

When Beth struggles for words it means she's on the verge of saying something worth hearing. Her emotions confuse her. Maybe tonight, she'll finally find the courage to say the words I'm longing to he...

I rubbed my hand over my face before glancing at Echo. A hint of her cleavage peeked from her shirt. Damn, she was sexy as hell. I wanted her, badly. Would one night be enough, even if she gave it to...

I'm going to say this slowly and use little words in the hope you can follow along. If you call me Elisabeth again, I'll make sure you can never father children. Tell anyone else whose niece I am and...

Things are complicated. No doubt. But we’ll battle through this. We have to. Giving up is not an option.

I'm destined to die a virgin.Maybe i should have gone off with him. Not to get high, but to...well...not die a virgin.

You asked me earlier what it was like to come home, I say.Haley nods. I lace our fingers together and raise them into the air. I couldn’t answer you because I didn’t know, but now I do. This- I rock o...

I’m done making this family happy.

He tipped my chin, forcing me to look at him. We have forever to work up to that, Echo. Let's enjoy every step of the way. My mind drifted this way and that. Mostly between focusing on his heart, his...

Pigpen saunters up beside me. He's in his midtwenties and a wall of solid muscle. Most men wet themselves when he looks in their direction. Eli wants him in.

It’s the people who smile at you during the day while plunging a knife in your back that are the monsters.

Depth perception and beer obviously weren't related.

I added a fucked-up thought to another fucked-up thought and I created a pile of shit.

Raw emotions and the need to hold him close overwhelmed me. Every part of ached for him-my mind, my soul and my body. Without hesitation, i closed the gap between us and pressed my lips eagerly to his...

The words scare her. She’s scared of love.

Her laughter warmed me in ways a jacket couldn't.

My heart has been ripped multiple times and each time I repaired it on my own. I know my limits and if someone rips me apart again, I’ll never find the strength to pick up the pieces.

Maybe I’d died two years ago and unknowingly entered hell. Doomed to spend the rest of eternity living with my father and stepmother and retaking the ACT over and over again.