Becca Fitzpatrick quotes

  • reading a good book in silence is like eating chocolate for the rest of your life and never getting fat.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Book #Reading #Silence

  • He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Letting Go #Curves #Faces

  • Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Mean #Patches #Call Me

  • The only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Broken Heart #Heartbroken #Shattered

  • I personally believe Patch scared the pants off normal, and it took off running for the far side of the world.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Running #Believe #World

  • Did I really want to stay on this road longer, knowing it was only going to end in devastation?
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Inspirational #Heartbreak #Knowing

  • Nice costume," he said. "Ditto. I can tell you put a lot of thought into yours." Amusement curled his mouth. "If you don't like it, I can take it off.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Nice #Amusement #Mouths

  • They say that when you're about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. They never tell you that when you watch someone you once loved dying, hovering between this life and the next, it's twice as painful, because you're reliving two lives that traveled one road together.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Eye #Two #Dying

  • If we're doing this for ten hours, I'm going to need a little incentive to stay motivated." Patch hooked his elbow around my neck and dragged me into a kiss. "Every time you strip my sword, I owe you a kiss. How's that sound?" I bit my lip to keep from giggling. "That sounds really dirty." Patch waggled his eyebrows. "Look whose mind just rolled into the gutter. Two kisses per strip. Any objections?" I pulled on an innocent face. "None whatsoever.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Dirty #Kissing #Eyebrows

  • What good is a body if I can't have you?
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Body #Hush Hush

  • I nibbled my lower lip. "If you could see into my past just by touching my back, you'd have a hard time resisting the temptation too." "I have a hard time keeping my hands off you without that added bonus.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Hard Times #Past #Hands

  • You smell good, too,” said Patch It’s called a shower.” I was staring straight ahead. When he didn’t answer, I turned sideways. “Soap. Shampoo. Hot water.” Naked. I know the drill.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Smell #Water #Hot

  • Is everything a joke to you?” I asked. He dabbed his tongue to his lip again. “Not everything.” “Like what?” “You.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Lips #Tongue #Jokes

  • Don’t start. I saw Marcie climb inside your Jeep.” “She needed a ride.” I adopted a hands-on-hips pose. “What kind of ride?” “Not that kind of ride,” he said slowly.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Hands #Jeeps #Saws

  • I love you,Nora. Whatever happens, promise me you'll remember that. I don't care why you came into my life,only that you did. I don't remember all the things i did wrong. I remember what i did right, I remember you. You made my life meaningful. You made my life special.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Meaningful #Love You #Promise

  • The problem with human attraction is not knowing if it will be returned.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Knowing #Problem #Humans

  • Patch wasn't the kind of guy mothers smiled on. He was the kind of guy they changed the house locks for.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Mother #House #Guy

  • Because I thought I was in love. And when you think you're in love, you are willing to stick it out and make it work until it is love.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Love You #Thinking #Sticks

  • You're mine, Angel," he murmured, brushing the words across my jawbone as I arched my neck higher, inviting him to kiss everywhere. "You have me forever.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Angel #Kissing #Forever

  • You’re a guardian angel now.”.... I’m your guardian angel,” he said. “I get my very own guardian angel? What, exactly, is your job description?” “Guard your body.” His smile tipped higher. “I take my job seriously, which means I’m going to need to get acquainted with the subject matter on a personal level.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Jobs #Mean #Angel

  • The higher up, the harder the fall.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Fall #Harder #Higher

  • Say 'provoking' again. Your mouth looks provocative when you do.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Romance #Looks #Mouths

  • I'm not good," he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, "but I was worse.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Eye #Light #Piercings

  • Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" I asked. "If I did?" "I don't like it." He grinned. "It stays, Angel.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Angel #Call Me

  • I love you more than I think I should.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #I Love You #Thinking #Love You More

  • Keep in mind that people change, but the past doesn't.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Past #People #Mind

  • I could get you to smile like that, and without sales tax." I whirled around to find the real Patch standing in the fitting room behind me. He was wearing jeans and a snug white tee. His arms were folded loosely over his chest, and his black eyes smiled down at me. Heat that wasn't entirely uncomfortable flushed through my body. "I could make all kinds of pervert jokes right now," I quipped.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Real #Eye #White

  • One more secret smile. One more shared laugh. One more electric kiss. Finding him was like finding someone I didn't know I was searching for.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Kissing #Laughing #Secret

  • I love you.” His voice was straightforward, affectionate. “You make me remember who I used to be. You make me want to be that man again. Right now, holding you, I feel like we have a shot at beating all odds and making it together. I’m yours, if you’ll have me.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Love You #Men #Odds

  • She'll kill me if she finds you in here. Can you climb trees? Tell me you can climb a tree!" Patch grinned, "I can fly.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Tree #Patches #Kill Me

  • The sensible part of me wanted to dissect my emotions, overthinking and overcomplicating my reaction to Jev.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Overthinking #Emotion #Reactions

  • She likes you, she just doesn't understand you.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Likes

  • Nora: This is crazy. Patch: I'm crazy. About you.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Crazy #Patches

  • and just like that, I shut off the switch to my brain.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Brain

  • Something doesn't look right," Vee said. "Is the tire supposed to look like that?" I banged my head against the nearest tree trunk. "So we've got a flat," Vee said. "What now?
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Tree #Looks #Tire

  • When I watched Lifetime original movies, it took me a day or two to get over the idea that the cute boy next door is actually a serial killer.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Cute #Boys #Ideas

  • Are you crazy?" I said. "Crazy about you." "Patch!" "Don't worry, we've got time." "How do you know?" He staggered back a step, with his hand over his heart. "Your lack of faith hurts.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Hurt #Crazy #Heart

  • You're mine, Angel, and don't you forget it. Your fights are my fights. What if something bad had happened today? It was bad enough when I thought your ghost was haunting me; I don't think I can handle the real thing.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Real #Angel #Fighting

  • Try it on." "It's probably a little snug. Marcie tends to buy down when it comes to sizing." He merely smiled. "It has a slit up the thigh." His smile depened. "Zip it up?" Patch's eyes made a slow assessment of me, sharpening to vivid black. "I'm going to have a hard time sending you off with Scott in that dress. Just a heads-up: If you come home and the dress looks even slightly tampered with, i will track Scott down, and when i find him, it won't be pretty.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Home #Eye #Hard Times

  • Nothing makes me happy quite like a boatload of freshly fried fast food, smothered in good old MSG.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Fast Food #Make Me Happy #Crescendo

  • I'm a private contractor now. I choose my clients, not the other way around.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Way #Clients #Contractor

  • I couldn't picture myself with a boyfriend, but if I had to, I envisioned a nice normal guy who turned in his math homework on time and maybe even played rec baseball.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Baseball #Nice #Math

  • My life sucks when I’m only half-aware of it. If I quit drinking and saw what it’s really like, I’d probably jump off a bridge.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Drinking #Bridges #Life Sucks

  • Sometimes bad things have to happen before good things can.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Sometimes #Good Things #Crescendo

  • Try it on." "It's probably a little snug," I said, suddenly feeling conspicuous. "Marcie tends to buy down when it comes to sizing." He merely smiled. "It has a slit up the thigh." His smile deepened.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Feelings #Trying #Littles

  • You find the wrong boy, you ask for trouble. You find the right boy, you find love.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Boys #Finding Love #Trouble

  • I saw you, and I wanted to be close to you. I wanted you to let me in. I wanted to know you in a way no one else did. I wanted you, all of you.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Way #Saws #Let Me

  • Vee is my un-twin. She's green-eyed, milky blond, and a few pounds over curvy. I'm a smoky-eyed brunette with volumes of curly hair that holds its own against even the best flatiron. And I'm all legs, like a bar stool. But there is an invisible thread the ties us together; both of us swear that tie began long before birth. Both of us swear it will continue to hold for the rest of our lives.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Hair #Ties #Long

  • All I can think about is bed.” “We’re sharing the same thought.” “You’re thinking about bed too?” “I’m thinking about YOU in MY bed.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Thinking About You #Thinking #Bed

  • Your mine, angel. And I won't let anything change that.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Angel

  • I felt his eyes devour me as I moved around the room. He assessed me head to toe without blinking, and a hot ache shivered through me. A kiss would've been less intimate.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Eye #Kissing #Hot

  • I wanted to imprint his touch, his taste, even the scent of him so solidly inside me that no one could take them away from me.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Scent #Taste #Wanted

  • Humans are vulnerable, because they’re capable of being hurt.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Hurt #Vulnerable #Humans

  • Dante said, “I tried talking Nora into a ride, but she keeps blowing me off.” “That’s because she has a hard-A boyfriend. He must have been homeschooled, because he missed all those valuable lessons we learned in kindergarten, like sharing. He finds out you took Nora for a ride, he’ll wrap this shiny new Porsche around the nearest tree.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Talking #Tree #Lessons

  • With you, what you see is what you get. And I see cheap.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

  • Light had a way of keeping the monsters of my imagination at bay.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Light #Imagination #Monsters

  • Busted. I'm a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless-and shockingly handsome-alter ego.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Ego #Monsters #Handsome

  • I’m doing boy detox. Like a diet, only for my emotional health.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Boys #Emotional #Emotional Health

  • You keep life on a short leash.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You’re scared of what you can’t control.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Mean #Scared

  • One more thing. I sold the mustang. Too conspicuous. Don't get too excited, but I bought you a little something with the extra cash. I heard you've had your eye on a Volkswagen. The owner is dropping it by tomorrow. I paid for a full tank of gas, so make sure she delivers.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Eye #Cash #Littles

  • ..but maybe this was a defense mechanism. Maybe my mind was making me see things I refused to accept were gone forever. It was filling the void, because that was easier than letting go.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Letting Go #Forever #Mind

  • You sound worked up. Really worked up. No, that's not it. You sound agitated...flustered...aroused." I could feel her eyes widen. "He kissed you, didn't he?" No answer. "He did! I knew it! I've seen the way he looks at you. I knew this was coming. I saw it from a mile away." I didn't want to think about it. "What was it like?" Vee pressed. "A peach kiss? A plum kiss? Or an al-fal-fa kiss?" "What?" "Was it a peck, did mouths part, or was there tongue? Never mind. You don't have to answer that. Patch isn't the kind of guy to deal with preliminaries. There was tongue involved. Guaranteed.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Eye #Kissing #Thinking

  • You want me to come clean, I will. I'll tell you everything. Who I am and what I've done. Every last detail. I'll dig it all up, but you have to ask. You have to want it. You can see who I was, or you can see who I am now. I'm not good," he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, "but I was worse.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Eye #Light #Who I Am

  • Jev stroked his chin. "Do I look like a summer fling?
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Summer #Looks #Chins

  • class was like watered down ***** today. Vee said
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Class #Today #Said

  • Nora: I have questions. Patch: I should have known you've only been keeping me around for answers. Nora: Well, that and your kisses. Anyone ever tell you you're an incredible kisser?
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Kissing #Answers #Incredibles

  • You want a blood relative to lead your army? Get Marcie. She likes ordering people around. She'll be a natural.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Army #Blood #People

  • Nora: What are you planning? Patch: I wouldn't call this planning. I'd call this throwing a Hail Mary with seconds left on the clock.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Planning #Clock #Hail Mary

  • Vee: And I'm not going to let you sit at home all afternoon with your sour face on. Nora: I don't have a sour face. Vee: Yes, you do. And you're wearing it right now. Nora: This is my annoyed face. You woke me up at six in the morning!
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Morning #Home #Annoyed

  • Scott: Friends don't let friends drive drunk. Nora: Are you trying to appeal to my conscience? Scott: How can you turn down a once-in-a-lifetime chance to drive the 'Stang? Nora: How about you sell me the 'Stang for thirty dollars? I can even pay cash. Scott: Drunk, but not that drunk, Grey.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Drunk #Trying #Cash

  • I know you followed me. Don't look so surprised. It's called a rearview mirror.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Mirrors #Looks #Rearview Mirror

  • Her hair was strawberry blond, and she had the shape of a popsicle stick: turn her sideways and she practically disappeared.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Hair #Shapes #Sticks

  • Father' is such an arbitary word. Douche bag, on the other hand...
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Father #Hands #Bags

  • I was just about to ask you the same thing. I know you followed me. Don't look so suprised. It's called a rearview mirror. Are you stalking me for a specific reason?
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Mirrors #Looks #Stalking

  • My arms hurt from how tightly Patch held me. “Now that’s what I call a scream,” he said, grinning at me.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Hurt #Arms #Scream

  • The older woman waiting for admittance looked at me, then over her shoulder at Patch, who was vanishing down the hall. “Honey,” she told me, “he looks slippery as soap.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Waiting #Honey #Soap

  • A girl could lather up in soap like that.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Girl #Soap

  • The subject’s pulse increased on contact,” he said. “Don’t write that.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Writing #Pulse #Said

  • Gosh, it was nice talking to you, but I’ve got a lot of things I’d rather be doing. Like sticking my hand in the garbage disposal.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Nice #Hands #Talking

  • I was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Distance #Tired #Legs

  • Are we going to have to teach you to fight, Angel?
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Angel #Fighting #Teach

  • You didn’t tell me she was so soft on the eyes,” he said to Patch, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He spoke with a heavy Irish accent. “I didn’t tell her how hard you are on them either,” Patch returned, his mouth at the relaxed stage just before a grin.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Eye #Hands #Mouths

  • He cracked a slight smile, but it didn’t look amused. “I’m not letting you out of my sight. You’re looking a little deranged, Angel. We’ll go together.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Angel #Sight #Together

  • I’m not going anywhere near a motel with you.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Motels

  • Don’t panic, I thought. But already my breathing was faster, shallower. “You mean you can feel happy or sad or—” “Desire.” A barely-there smile.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Mean #Breathing #Desire

  • I need to get back to work,” Patch said. He gave me a once-over that lingered a bit below the hips. “Killer skirt. Deadly legs.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Skirts #Hips #Needs

  • What is it with girls?” Elliot said, splitting a smile between us. “I swear, I’ve never known a girl who could go to the bathroom alone.” He leaned forward and grinned conspiratorially. “Let me in on the secret. Seriously. I’ll pay you five bucks each.” He reached for his back pocket. “Ten, if I can come along and see what the big deal is.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Girl #Secret #Bucks

  • There was no sign of Jules. “Bad news,” said Elliot. “The man is sick. You’re going to have to settle for me.” “Sick?” Vee demanded. “How sick? What kind of excuse is sick?” “Sick as in it’s coming out both ends.” Vee scrunched her nose. “Too much information.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Men #Sick #Too Much Information

  • Wow. Nice bike,” I said. Which was a lie. It looked like a glossy black death trap.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Lying #Nice #Black

  • I took three steps back; he nudged the door closed with his foot. “You like Mexican?” he asked. “I—” I’d like to know what you’re doing inside my house! “Tacos?” “Tacos?” I echoed. This seemed to amuse him. “Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese.” “I know what a taco is!
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Doors #Feet #Mexican

  • Patch smiled. “You come by your red hair naturally?” I stared at him. “I don’t have red hair.” “I hate to break it to you, but it’s red. I could light it on fire and it wouldn’t turn any redder.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Hate #Light #Hair

  • It’s brown.” So maybe I had the teeniest, tiniest, most infinitesimal amount of auburn in my hair. I was still a brunette. “It’s the lighting,” I said. “Yeah, maybe it’s the lightbulbs.” His smile brought up both sides of his mouth, and a dimple surfaced.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Hair #Auburn #Mouths

  • First,” he said, coming behind me and placing his hands on the counter, just outside of mine, “choose your tomato.” He dipped his head so his mouth was at my ear. His breath was warm, tickling my skin. “Good. Now pick up the knife.” “Does the chef always stand this close?” I asked, not sure if I liked or feared the flutter his closeness caused inside me. “When he’s revealing culinary secrets, yes.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Hands #Knives #Secret

  • Cooking isn’t taught,” Patch said. “It’s inherent. Either you’ve got it or you don’t. Like chemistry. You think you’re ready for chemistry?” I pressed the knife down through the tomato; it split in two, each half rocking gently on the cutting board. “You tell me. Am I ready for chemistry?” Patch made a deep sound I couldn’t decipher and grinned.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Cutting #Thinking #Knives

  • My legs are falling asleep,” I blurted. It wasn’t a total lie. I was experiencing tingling sensations all through my body, legs included. “I could solve that.” Patch’s hands closed on my hips.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Lying #Fall #Hands

  • I’d like to. Problem is, I’m not stupid.” “You act stupid.” “Right. Thanks for that. For your information, there’s a difference between acting stupid and being stupid.” “It’s a fine line, but someone has to draw it.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Stupid #Differences #Acting

  • This isn't over," I said. "After everything we've been through, you don't get the right to brush me off. I'm not letting you off that easily." I wasn't sure if it was a threat, my last stab at defiance, or irrational words spoken straight from my splintered heart. "I want to protect you," Patch said quietly. He stood so close. All strength and heat and silent power. I couldn't escape him, now or ever. He'd always be there, consuming my every thought, my heart locked in his hands. I was drawn to him by forces I couldn't control, let alone escape. "But you didn't.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Heart #Hands #Want

  • Did they look like anyone we know? For example… a cross between Pippi Longstocking and the Wicked Witch of the West would obviously give us Marcie Millar
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Giving #Wicked #Example

  • Walk out,” he repeated. “We need to talk.” “About how you need to sacrifice me to get a human body?” I asked, my tone light, my insides feeling leaden. “That might be cute if you thought it was true.
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Cute #Sacrifice #Light

  • Shh!” the guy beside me hissed again. “Blame him,” I told the guy, pointing at Patch. The guy craned his neck back. “Listen,” he said, facing me again. “If you don’t quiet down, I’ll get security.” “Fine, go get security. Tell them to take him away,” I said, again signaling Patch. “Tell them he wants to kill me.” “I want to kill you,” hissed the guy’s girlfriend,
    -- Becca Fitzpatrick

    #Girlfriend #Guy #Want