Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes

If I'd wanted you dead five minutes ago, you'd have died five minutes ago.

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.

Whoa, who peed in your Cheerios?

Jev stroked his chin. "Do I look like a summer fling?

Just because I've gone and snagged myself a hot boyfriend doesn't mean I'm going to leave my bestfriend high and dry.

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.

Patch? Whatever happens, I love you." I wanted to say more, those three words painfully inadequate for the way I felt about him. And at the same time, so simple and accurate, nothing else would do.

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.

Your mine, angel. And I won't let anything change that.

And anyway, the first three letters in the word diet should tell you what I want it to do.

You find the wrong boy, you ask for trouble. You find the right boy, you find love.

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

He brushed my curls back off my face. “I never pictured my life so complete. I never thought I’d have everything I want. You’re everything to me, Angel.

Wouldn't have pegged you for a dancer," he spoke to my mind "Funny, I would have pegged you for a stalker," I shot back.

I think I'm more of a guardian angel girl.

You’re impinging on my private space,” I said, inching backward. Patch gave a barely-there smile. "Impinging? This isn’t the SAT, Nora.

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

Hank had left me his doomed army, and he’d left Marcie his inheritance. Unfair didn’t begin to cover it.

Your mom isn’t going to let me step foot inside this place. I’ve seen the gun she keeps on the top shelf of the pantry.

Tell me what's going on here. Why can I hear your voice inside my head and why did you say you came to school for me?" "I was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.

For the first time all day I felt safe. Except that Patch had cornered me in a dark tunnel and was possibly stalking me. Maybe not so safe.

She shrieked. "Nora! What happened to the banister!" Good thing she hadn't seen her bedroom yet.

But if the choice I have to make comes down to you or me, I choose you. I always have. All my love, Patch

Violence doesn't equal strength.

It isn't about love," Vee said. "It's about fun.

I don't go out with strangers," I said. "Good thing I do. I'll pick you up at five.

I looked to the window. Patch was gone, but a single black feather was pressed to the outer pane, held in place by last night's rain. Or Angel Magic

His eyes made a slow scan of my closet doors, which were cracked. “I thought I heard something.” “Yeah, well, guess what? I’m a living, breathing person, and every now and then I make noise!

This ring belongs to the black hand. He killed your dad.

This was it. Together. Forever. As we left it all behind, the sun warmed my back, lighting the way before us. I knew of no better omen.

Patch backed me into a tree and kissed me, hard. I regained my breath. "Boys take not everywhere: That was a kiss.

It’s so real." "Most dreams are. It isn't until you wake up that you see all the plot holes.

The truth is scary, but knowing nothing is crippling.

Boys like girls who look like...girls.

I called Vee. "How are you doing?" I asked. "Good. How are you?" "Good." Silence. "Okay," Vee said in a rush, "I am still totally freaked out. You?" "Totally.

I shouldn't have been looking at lingerie. It naturally made me think about sexy things. Like kissing. Like Patch.

In the end, the only thing between us was silence.

Do you think the Bible is accurate? I mean, do you think it's real?" " I think Pastor Calvin is hot. In a fortysomething way. That pretty much sums up my religious conviction

See, when you lie to me it hurts," Rixon said, swiping an imaginary tear. "I thought we had something special. I thought our joint eternal sentences of damnation were our bond.

How did you get in?" "I move in mysterious ways." "God moves in mysterious ways. You move like lightening-here one moment, gone the next.

Girl, I'm going to show you the bear in hug.

You're mine, Angel. And I'm yours. Nothing can change that.

What I really wanted was the impossible.

We touched base at several strategic locations down our bodies, and it took all my willpower to break away.

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

The guy I've got my eye on happens to be hot. Off-the-charts hot. Hotter-than-Patch hot.' She paused. 'Well maybe not that hot. Nobody's that hot.

Maybe Scotty the Potty turned into Scotty the Hottie. Have you thought about that?

Are you keeping anything else from me?” “I’m keeping a lot of things from you.” “Like?” “Like the way I feel about being locked up in here with you. You have no idea what you do to me.

You killed my Dad." Any trace of kindness or sympathy vanished from Rixon's eyes. "Well this is awkward.

..."Good, because I need your help." "Help is my middle name." I was pretty sure she'd already told me bad was her middle name, but I kept my opinion to myself.