Penelope Douglas Quotes

Acting like you don't care is not letting it go.

Letting yourself be vulnerable isn't always a weakness. Sometimes it can be a conscious decision to draw the other person out.

Experience is the best teacher.

If you beat metal long enough, it turns to steel.

The point is some people think they have a leading role when, really, they're just supporting cast.

I want to feel what’s mine. What’s always been mine.

Isn't it about time you fought back?

Maybe that's the thing I'd been missing about love. You don't withhold it or partition it out when it's deserved. You can't control it like that.

That’s the thing about change. It can be gradual. Slow and almost unnoticeable. Or it can be sudden, and you don’t even know how you could’ve been any other way.

You turn me on.” He cups my face, brushing my hair away from my eyes and a tear off my cheek.”“God, you turn me on. You're driving me crazy. I want you to need my hands on you. Do you?

It’s just you, Little Monster. Own it or it will own you.

I'm going to hell. I'm pretty sure she's going to drag me there herself.

I'm going to hell. I'm pretty sure she'd going to drag me there herself.

She can be a nightmare, but this still feels better than any dream.

Sometimes I wore smiles but didn’t feel them. Sometimes I felt them and didn’t wear them. I didn’t want her to know how much I craved this. I bit my bottom lip.

I bite my bottom lip, trying not to cry. I never cry in front of them.

I have no life there if you're not in it. You're part of everything good I've ever done, Ryen. Please.

The question is, would you rather keep your secrets or keep her?

The closer you got to anything beautiful, the less beautiful it became. Allure was in the mystery, not the appearance.

You have to have something to love. Something to fight for to make living a goal instead of a job.

It's odd to see how no one is really human to us until we talk to them and realize there's barley any separation between who we are and who they are.

A man who stands in front of a woman does nothing more that block her view. She needs a man standing next to her.

It’s odd to see how no one is really human to us until we talk to them and realize there’s barely any separation between who we are and who they are.

My eyes burn with tears, and I'm so tired. So tired of holding back everything I feel and want to say. So tired of being someone I'm not and making mistakes that I didn't have any fun making.

Fallon affected my body in weird ways. But only because she’s different, I told myself.

But we were different now. I wanted only his pain, and judging from the girl he’d come home with last night, Madoc was still the same. A user.