Allie Burke Quotes

She was addicted to literature like some people were addicted to heroin.

— Allie Burke

“What to do with life? Get out of bed, Derek. That's what you do. You get out of bed, and you get yourself a cup of fucking coffee. That's all you can do.”

— Allie Burke

“Emily woke to shadows and their voices. They looked different today, because the entire world hurt. The numbness had worn off sometime between sleep and awake, and she was seeing red. The shadows on the walls were not shadows at all, but red blobs consisting of teeth and claws. Her house reeked of pain.
The whole world was fucking bleeding.”

— Allie Burke

“He was sort of beautiful. In his own dark, depressing way, but still. She was going to miss that stupid fucking beautiful face.”

— Allie Burke

“Life wasn't perfect, but it wasn't supposed to be. Eternal beauty could not exist if it were not for the face of a fatal flaw.”

— Allie Burke

“The sound of her phone shocked her out of the dark world that was currently playing in front of her eyes from the book in her lap. She wondered sometimes, why she bothered with books. If she wanted to hallucinate, all she had to do was get up in the morning.”

— Allie Burke

“The universe requires balance. Nothing, nothing, can exist without it. There is no life, no light, without death, without darkness. There is no memory ... without emptiness.”

— Allie Burke

Anytime his gaze fell upon her, it was always the same. That awful chest pain, so relentless it was like his heart exploded.

— Allie Burke

“Let her go, Brendan said, and Will did.
And that was the biggest mistake of his life. Letting her go.”

— Allie Burke

“She ignored his feverish, sweaty skin, his violent trembles, and she kissed him. As he passionately held her against him, the whole world disappeared. It was just him. It had always been him.”

— Allie Burke

“He kissed her, lay next to her on his bed, pulled her to him. Their foreheads pressed flat against one another, the admiration in their eyes intricately adjoined as one enchanted gaze, he said, "Stay."
"Yes," she said. She knew what he meant. Stay with me tonight, sleep in my bed with me tomorrow, but she meant it the other way. Forever.”

— Allie Burke

“He will give his life, for anything he feels has more of a right to live than he. Make no mistake, Elias. He's a Reed. It's what he does.”

— Allie Burke

“The most important things, the experiences that leave marks on our souls for everyone to see, those marks that reflect our most intense emotions in a glass pane, we will never forget.”

— Allie Burke

“I already live like you," Evan lifted his head and looked straight into Christian's eyes. "I'm living like you right now, without her. If she leaves me when I ask her to marry me, or at the altar, or tomorrow, I could still say I tried. I could still say I loved her, that I kissed her, I held her." Evan inhaled a deep breath, his chest swelling with the intensity of it. "Without her, I'll just rot into nothing.”

— Allie Burke

“They didn't let you bring marijuana on airplanes, apparently, as hard as that was to believe.”

— Allie Burke

It takes two to tango, and if you dance too long, implosion is inevitable.

— Allie Burke

“Christian submitted to the roll of his eyes, the churn of his stomach, the break in his knees. He willingly fell out of consciousness, surrendering his heart to the blackness. She was gone. He was gone. Life on earth didn't matter anymore.”

— Allie Burke

“I'm not going anywhere.”

— Allie Burke

“Elias could not have prepared himself for the moment that he walked into that cottage and laid his eyes on her. Her emerald green eyes
the way they gazed upon him like there were no surroundings or time or sounds to distract her, like he was all that existed.”

— Allie Burke

“She was so good at pretending to be normal it disgusted her.”

— Allie Burke

“What did she care what became of this world when her loved ones were dead and gone?”

— Allie Burke

“Please understand that these people-schizophrenics- they live a lie every day. Her past and everyone in it, they are like ... like Paper Souls. Being schizophrenic is a lot like being a writer. People don't exist until she makes them up in her head, and that's where they stay. It's one revolving hallucination.”

— Allie Burke

She couldn't stop thinking about Elias. His hands caressing her feet, his arms around her body, his fingers entangled in her hair
he was so warm. It wasn't only the temperature, it was some deep connection that ran down to her soul, his touch mollifying the core of her. And his voice
it was no wonder the magic ceased when he spoke. It was so deep, but so level
not even the most kindhearted and loving women deserved to hear such a sexy sound come out of a man's mouth.

— Allie Burke

“He just wanted to get through his uninteresting day, so he could cross over into the night, and find his way to the red headed light that brightened the black sky.”

— Allie Burke

“Baking was a science, precise, just mix it all together and let the oven do the work. But actually cooking, she couldn't cook a tasty meal if her life depended on it.”

— Allie Burke

“She smiled at him, and he stopped breathing.”

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“What is perfect, anyway? The absence of perfection and the existence of human nature in place of something we want to do or we don't want to do, is an excuse, not an exoneration.”

— Allie Burke

He already missed her, even before he shut the front door behind him.

— Allie Burke

“Now, Emily didn't make a sound. There was something more defining about the soundless reality that condemned the paradigm of passion.”

— Allie Burke

“Writing is the voices inside our heads, our minds, the creativity that exists for us to, from nothing, create alternate worlds, manipulate a personality or to introduce a new kind of love, a new kind of hate or pain or happiness or wonder or ... anything we want. Through words, we can do, we can be anything we want.”

— Allie Burke

You are a stupid fucking woman, Emily Colt. Just like all your kind.
I know you hate Americans, but
I never said I hated Americans, Sergei spat. I said your kind. Women. It doesn't matter to me what country you're from. You women are fucking stupid, and I'm tired of saving you. All of you.

— Allie Burke

Daniel had no idea what was happening to him. He felt sick. No, he didn't feel sick. He didn't feel sick. That was the problem. Or, it wasn't a problem. Was it? Was it a problem when you didn't feel normal, and that made you smile because normal never really felt right anyway?

— Allie Burke

“I would let you hold him," Jane said, "but I'm pretty sure letting-ghosts-hold-my-baby is not on Abby's approved list of things to accomplish in life.”

— Allie Burke

“Claire's cottage wasn't quite the same layout as his mother's, but it looked to be the same size. Daniel couldn't be sure-he'd have to see Claire's bedroom first. Internally again, Daniel laughed and then he sighed again. Did he just make a joke in his head and laugh at himself?”

— Allie Burke

“He dropped the joint in the dirt and ran inside. It wasn't his first, and wouldn't be his last. The joint, that is. Not the kid. He was pretty sure, at this point, that he would never have sexual relations with his wife again.”

— Allie Burke