Briar Prescott > Quotes

“Ah, sweet self-delusion. My oldest and dearest friend.”
― Briar Prescott, Until You

“I hate him.
I hate him.
I hate him.
And look at that.
Now he’s made me into a liar, too.”
― Briar Prescott, Until You

“Nevertheless, I power through. This is not my first foray into making an ass out of myself in front of a guy. Eventually, you develop a system. Mine is to ignore all of my fuck-ups until the other person starts to think they never happened. I’m a master at playing mind games.”
― Briar Prescott, The Underdog

“Saying ‘I can’t live without you’ is pretty much equivalent to saying ‘I’m with you because I don’t have any other choice.’ And that’s fucking stupid. And we’re not gonna do that. I can live without you. I just choose not to. And I’m terrified as fuck, still, by the way. But… I also love you more than I’m afraid.”
― Briar Prescott, Until You

“You’re a good person, Andy Carter, and as far as I’m concerned, that makes you a hero in my book.”
― Briar Prescott, Project Hero

“He made me love him.

He turned himself into my home.

Now he’s gone.

And I’m homeless.”
― Briar Prescott, Until You

“The only important thing to know is that most of those carefree laughs are my doing. It’s a heady feeling. Like I’ve conquered something. Risen to unimaginable heights. But it doesn’t feel like I’ve tamed a beast. More like I’ve set him free.”
― Briar Prescott, The Dating Experiment

“Shh,” I say as I pat the wheel. “He’ll hear you.”
“He?” Gray arches his brow. “Aren’t vehicles usually a she?”
“He seemed more appropriate when considering how much time I spend inside him." - Kai”
― Briar Prescott, The Happy List

“No wonder you thought I wouldn't get it. Hey, as a lighting expert, what are those things called in the ceiling of my office? I've been referring to them as little suns and asking the maintenance to fuel my tiny suns every time one of them burns out, and then I yell a star is born when it shines again in the morning.' -Gray”
― Briar Prescott, The Happy List

“I'll end up with a boatload of, I don't even know... chairs that'll remind me of my failure for years to come. Eventually I'll start conversing to the chairs because I'm so bitter and lonely, and before you know it, I'll start treating them as my children, and you'll start receiving Christmas cards from me and my family of chairs. I'll die surrounded by my chair children, and you'll have to transport them all to my funeral and set them up next to the grave, which is both sad and convenient because my human mourners, the few there might be, can sit on my kids.' -Kai”
― Briar Prescott, The Happy List

“How do you explain a void so endless it sometimes feels like your whole existence is made up of an absence.”
― Briar Prescott, And Then You

“I think, after all these years of hiding, I might finally want to be seen again.”
― Briar Prescott, Maybe You

“I want you to fucking fight for me,” he says. “I want you to fight for us. I want you to tell me you love me and that you want me and have me and keep me and be with me. Forever. But most of all, I want you to be happy. I want you to stop all the lying and hiding and just be fucking happy. With or without me.”
― Briar Prescott, And Then You

“His lips devour me. Own me. Claim me. It feels just as safe as I was afraid it would. But even being scared is safe with him.”
― Briar Prescott, And Then You

“Hope is a dangerous thing.”
― Briar Prescott, And Then You

“Go on a date with me"
[...]He sees something he wants and goes for it, which makes him so much braver than I’ve ever been.
“I dare you.”

Do not even think about it, Connor. You need two letters. N and o. Now get them out of your mouth.

“You’re on.”

Wrong order, you fucking idiot.”
― Briar Prescott, The Dating Experiment

“I never told you the details of how Cea and I started dating...I was worried and embarrassed back then about my decided lack of interest, in, well, everybody. I went out on date, well that part doesn’t really matter Cecilia was auditing a company representing at the time and there was a court case involved so we spent a lot of time together and became friends. Everything else, dating and being attracted to her, that followed after.”
“What are you saying here?“ Kai asks.
“I’m saying,“ I take a step closer, “ that I don’t get attracted to people that easily. In fact, it almost never happens. So I don’t think we can draw any fundamental conclusions about my sexuality. And maybe we don’t have to. I’ve never felt the need to label myself before, so why can’t I say I am more attracted to you and anyone else?”
― Briar Prescott, The Happy List

“We’re not in a fucking teen comedy for fucking fuck’s sake!”
― Briar Prescott, The Christmas Switch

“You’re something else, Jude.” “Stormy nights on rooftops give me mystique. Trust me, in daylight, I’m as average as they come.” His smile shifts. Turns into something knowing.”
― Briar Prescott, Until You

“The looks he aims my way? Full of dirty thoughts. To the brim. His gaze is overflowing with them, and it’s terrifying because if there’s anything I want at all, it’s another taste. Not even a taste. I want a full meal. I want to fill up on Ryker James, and even that doesn’t feel like it would be enough. Yup. Terrifying. So I ignore it because”
― Briar Prescott, Just a Taste

“The sounds somebody else makes while they’re moving around in my apartment should feel weird. I’ve been alone for years now. I’m used to the quiet and being the only person around. Instead, Blake’s presence is like a warm blanket after stumbling around in a snowstorm.”
― Briar Prescott, Until You

“Say that again,” he whispered. “The sucking part?” Alex teased. “No. The sweetheart part.”
― Briar Prescott, Rare

“Stop saying that!” Alex took a couple of deep breaths. “I love you. Doesn’t that count for anything?” Noah closed his eyes, tears leaking out from the corners. “In a perfect world,” he whispered, “it counts for everything.”
― Briar Prescott, Rare

“What will make you stop?” I ask. He closes his eyes and shakes his head. “Don’t do this.” “What will make you stop?” I repeat. I have to wait an eternity for the answer. “If you ask me to stop,” he eventually says. Another eternity passes. “Then I’m asking you to stop.”
― Briar Prescott, Until You

“So I do. It’s like a first date with your best friend you’ve had a crush on for ages. At first, you’re nervous and your heart is beating uncomfortably hard, but then you take that first step, press that first key, and suddenly you’re lost in the sound and the keys and time flies, and you have no clue where it went, and you don’t understand why you were ever nervous about something that feels so natural. You stop thinking in English and instead think in music. And you remember. You remember how much you fucking love the piano. Love the feel of the keys underneath your fingers. Love how versatile it is. The rhythm and the melody mixing together perfectly. And the sound of it… You fucking love the sound of a piano. The sweet, dark richness that moves through your whole body. The resonance. The beauty.”
― Briar Prescott, Until You

“It’s interesting. Here we are. Two relative strangers. Two different worlds and two different life experiences that somehow brush in the most unexpected places.”
― Briar Prescott, Until You

“He winces like I’ve thrown stones at him. I want it to hurt. I want to say every cruel thing I can think of and hurl it in his face. Hurt him like he’s hurting me. Break him like he’s breaking me.”
― Briar Prescott, Until You

“It doesn’t pass. It settles. In my bones. In my brain. In my soul. In every beat of my heart. It’s an undeniable truth. My heart is in his hands, and he’s squeezing it. And he doesn’t even know. Doesn’t even suspect.”
― Briar Prescott, The Island

“Oh yeah. We were a bunch of kids building a ramp, so it wasn’t the most stable thing out there. Then again, what it lacked in sturdiness, it made up for in height. Also, I may have exaggerated my BMX skills a tiny bit. I lost the bike midair and landed on my right foot. The bone snapped like a twig, and then it came right through the skin. I impressed everyone who managed not to puke. Or cry. Or faint. For the record, I did none of those. I’m hardcore like that. And I was in shock. But mostly the hardcore thing. It was an awesome day. I got to touch my own bone,” he says, like that’s the greatest achievement ever. “That’s your best memory?” I ask. “A gory injury?”
― Briar Prescott, Until You

“What are you doing?” I ask, because none of my friends have said things like that to me before. Or looked at me like I’m something new. Undiscovered. A treasure chest that hasn’t been opened yet. “I have no fucking clue,”
― Briar Prescott, Until You