Ashley Earley > Quotes

“Depression is a funny thing. Some days you have the strength to get up out of bed and attempt to live your life as a normal human being, but others…you just don’t want to leave your room and socialize with the outside world—the world that you hate on days like this. You stay secluded in a tiny space, left alone to the thoughts that eat at your brain until you finally sit down and let them be thought.”
― Ashley Earley, The Darkest Light

“The hours tick by as I lie in bed.
Memories keep surfacing, tormenting me into unbelievable sadness. I can't bring myself to move. I can't fight the memories that keep filling my thoughts. I stay curled in the fetal position as each memory plays out. I can't stop them from coming. I can't make them go away. Nothing can distract me. I can't block the memories, so they continue to come.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“ Lonely.
My heart grips as the word crosses my mind. So many different feelings come with the word, not just loneliness. The word went beyond its definition. Loneliness has a deeper meaning to those who truly know what it means to be alone.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“It’s too dangerous…I would never be able to forgive myself if something happened to him. I wouldn’t be able to bare it. Forgiveness would be out of the question; beyond my ability. I would never be able to forget that the boy I loved was hurt…or worse…because he came to this world. Because of me.”
― Ashley Earley

“It feels like someone is gripping my heart and twisting it. It feels like I can't breathe. I shut my eyes tightly against the memory that is threatening to surface. I can't breathe.
Can't breathe. Can't breathe!”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“I can feel that I'm in a dream, but I can't wake myself up.”
― Ashley Earley, The Darkest Light

“He smirks, shaking his head and letting his eyes wander. I watch him carefully, wondering what I can say to get him to leave. “I’m not leaving until you answer some questions. Plus, I’m holding your sketchbook hostage, so you might want to cooperate.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. I guess there isn’t much I can say. “This isn’t a hostage negotiation.”

He chuckles half-heartedly as his eyes take me in, almost sizing me up. “I guess I should introduce myself.” He holds a hand out for me to shake. “I’m Nathan.”

I stare at his hand for a moment. “Taylor,” I reply, meeting his eyes again without taking his hand.

He lets his hand fall back to his side. “At least I got you to say something non-hostile.”

“I haven’t been hostile,” I object.

His eyebrows shoot up. “Oh, haven’t you?”

“Why don’t you leave me alone?” I snap. “Leave and don’t come back.” I move passed him, heading for my apartment. He can’t follow and annoy me if I lock the door.

“Where are you going?” he demands. I look back over my shoulder and roll my eyes at him, indicating the answer should be obvious: anywhere he isn’t. Once inside, I slam the door behind me.

“That was totally not hostile!” he calls after me, sarcastically. I quickly head for my bedroom door, slamming it, too.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“My mind screams for me to run, but my feet are planted where they are. This can’t be happening. This can’t be real. There’s no way this is real!”
― Ashley Earley, The Darkest Light

“I grab the nearest lamppost when my knees threaten to give out, panting for breath as the words rip through me”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“Every gesture and every look he gives me takes me by surprise and causes my heart to stutter.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“He stares at me—taking me in—with his lips slightly parted. I struggle to hold myself in place as we gawk at each other. I want so desperately to run, but something is holding me back, keeping me in place.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“One of his hands move away from my face to flatten against my back, pulling me closer to him as he deepens the kiss. He parts my lips under his as my mind seems to sign quietly in content. I kiss him back as fiercely as he kisses me, unable to control the infatuation that rushes through me - feeling almost like fireworks. Not so careful anymore.
Little shivers of urgency shoot through me. I push off the window, pressing closer to him. The rush of sensation that is coursing through me feels like I've drunk a gallon of coffee. It feels like an electric buzz is flooding between us.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“He drinks his coffee tentatively, glancing at me every few seconds, watching me. Every time he glances in my direction, I quickly turn away though he obviously knows I'm watching him. I know he's wondering why I'm staring at him, but he doesn't ask.
I finally take a sip of coffee, set the mug back on the table, and voice what's on my mind, "I want to draw you.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“I head in the direction of the Eiffel Tower when I exit the alley, relieved to be out of the dark.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“I'm being pulled under - father and farther from the surface. My lungs continue to scream for air. Panic is building inside me, threatening to combust. I can't break free.
Help! I can't break free!
I open my mouth to scream.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“I jolt up, a scream lodged in my throat. Drops of sweat roll down my forehead and my throat hurts as if I've been screaming for a long time.”
― Ashley Earley, The Darkest Light

“Where there is light, there is a way out of the darkness”
― Ashley Earley, The Darkest Light

“Night has settled over Paris.
The streets have cleared of the crowds, and the city has been lit up. I set my book down, deciding to go for a walk. The Eiffel Tower is only a few blocks away. Now that there aren't many people out, I can walk there without having to fight my way through mobs of gawking tourists.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“I freeze, my feet suddenly glued to the floor. It takes me a minute to gather the courage to turn around, but when I do, I immediately wish I hadn't. The boy is standing in the doorway at the end of the hall.
Why is he here again? I barely allow myself time to ask the question before I move. Panicked, I turn and run back downstairs as fast as I can.
"Hey! Wait!" he calls after me.
I don't stop.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“I take in all the colorful locks that line the bridge. Each one told a story. Each lock represented a relationship that was once special, whether it ended or turned into true happiness. The locks represented a past, present, and a possible future.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“When we step onto the bridge, Nathan turns and spreads his arms out wide. ‘Welcome to Pont des Arts, a.k.a. The Lock Bridge.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“I am ready for battle. I am ready to fight.”
― Ashley Earley, The Darkest Light

“When I had taken the whip to the Viking, my mind had clouded. Anger had corrupted my thoughts—claimed my body and mind. Losing myself to the harsh emotion had scared me. I felt like the bloodthirsty beast the Viking saw whenever he looked at me, and I never wanted to be that.”
― Ashley Earley, Forbidden Captive

“I wanted to eliminate what remained of curses and judgment and the hatred we had been spat our whole lives. Because this—this was something I could not ignore. This was something bigger than I could explain. And I was more than confident I was not the only one who felt such an urge for the forbidden.”
― Ashley Earley, Forbidden Captive

“Her every move careful not to disturb my injured chest. Then there was the way she sighed my name, quietly. Sending a different shudder through my limbs.”
― Ashley Earley, Forbidden Captive

“I needed to hear her, to know she was here. But I couldn’t reach her—couldn’t open my eyes to search for her. The aching pang had me trapped in the fog of my mind, keeping me from reaching her through the haze.”
― Ashley Earley, Forbidden Captive

“The boy took my sketchbook.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“Closing in, I moved from behind to loop around the trees beside him, knowing once we reached the small clearing ahead, there would be nothing to separate us. Once he broke into the moonlight, there would be nowhere for him to hide.”
― Ashley Earley, Forbidden Captive

“My mind was still reeling from having saved her. I was not entirely sure why I had acted so irrationally. Something had just … snapped. When it came down to it, I couldn’t let her die. I was unable to take her life, and I couldn’t walk away when another had tried.”
― Ashley Earley, Forbidden Captive

“And I found myself wondering … if I tasted him, would my tastebuds sting with the saltiness of sand? Breath rushed out of me at the thought.”
― Ashley Earley, Forbidden Captive