M. O'Keefe > Quotes

“Being touched like this was a revelation. Like suddenly being worshiped, when all my life I’d only been forsaken.”
― M. O'Keefe, Ruined

“I’m yours, Poppy,” I said to her face. All that I am. Every part of me. My violence and my bloodstained hands. Like I was a knight and she was a queen, I would defend her to my death. “I love you and I’m yours.”
― M. O'Keefe, Untamed

“What would it be like, I wondered, to live like Zilla. To not see or not care about all the strings that attached us to other people. All the ways our actions had consequences and those consequences had consequences. To do whatever I wanted was not an option I’d ever had.”
― M. O'Keefe, Ruined

“You destroy me, Poppy. You fucking ruin me. Who the fuck do you think you are to be so brave? To be so fierce.
“I am what you’ve made me.”
― M. O'Keefe, Untamed

“This was something worse than temptation. Something I’d never felt before, this crushing need for her. I was married to my addition and I knew nothing good would come of this but I still wanted her.”
― M. O'Keefe, Untamed

“The only life I wanted, the only one with meaning was to be standing between her and what would hurt her.”
― M. O'Keefe, Untamed

“I felt seen. All the way down to my bones.”
― M. O'Keefe, Broken

“You’re terrified of her.”
Frothy Poppy?
With her indignation and bratiness and her heart so big it swallowed me whole?
Yeah. I was fucking terrified.”
― M. O'Keefe, Untamed

“I break all my rules around you, Poppy. Every single one.”
― M. O'Keefe

“How am I supposed to survive you?” …
“You’re not.”
― M. O'Keefe, Ruined

“What am I supposed to do with a girl with so many lies in her mouth?”
― M. O'Keefe, Stolen Hearts

“You don’t want me. You want the way I make you feel.”
“I want all of it.”
― M. O'Keefe, Ruined

“Oh, he’d taken plenty. Some things he’d taken in great handfuls. Giant pieces. My dreams of being a teacher. My education. My autonomy. And some I’d simply handed him, learning quickly that my dignity meant more to him than it did to me. And now I owned this house. Everything that had been his. Everything he’d taken from me, I had a chance to get back. How? How does someone do that? Like, in what drawer would I find my ambition? My confidence? Was my faith on a bookshelf in his office? I imagined finding those things, putting them on like jewelry. Too-big rings that would fall off my fingers. Who the fuck am I anymore?”
― M. O'Keefe, Ruined