Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes

Violence doesn’t equal strength.

What good is a body if I can’t have you?

A feeling of violation swayed inside me, making me feel as if Id been shoved off a high platform without warning. I was falling, and I feared the sensation far more than hitting bottom. There was no end; just a constantsense of gravity having its way with me.

Listen, Patch, I don’t want to be rude, but— Sure you do. Well, you started it! Lovely. Very mature.

His finger flicked open a button on my cardigan-then two, three, four. It tumbled off my shoulders, leaving me in my camisole. He pushed up the hem, teasing and stroking his thumb across my stomach. My breath came in a sharp intake of air.

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!

Your file was empty. Nothing. Not even an immunization record. He didn’t even pretend to look surprised. He eased back in his seat, eyes gleaming obsidian. And you’re telling me this because you’re afraid I might cause an outbreak? Measles or mumps? I’m telling you this because I want you to know that I know something about you isn’t right. You haven’t fooled everybody. I’m going to find out what you’re up to. I’m going to expose you. Looking forward to it. I flushed, catching the innuendo too late.

Everything had come into sharp focus : his smooth words, his black, glinting eyes, his broad experience with lies, seduction, women. I’d fallen in love with the devil.

Don’t blame me. Tell your mom to move closer. Tell her there’s this new club called civilization and you guys should join.

But instead of taking the cue to leave, Patch crossed to Scott in three steps. He flung him around to face the wall. Scott tried to get his bearings, but Patch slammed him against the wall again, disorienting him further. Touch her, he said in Scott’s ear, his voice low and threatening, and it’ll be the biggest regret of your life. Before leaving, Patch flicked his eyes once in my direction. He’s not worth it. He paused. And neither am I.

You’re crowding me. I need— room.… What I needed were boundaries. I needed willpower. I needed to be caged up, since yet again I was proving I couldn’t be trusted in Patch’s presence. I should have been bolting for the door, and yet … I wasn’t.

Your biggest dream? – Nora Grey Kiss you. – Patch Cipriano