C. Hebert > Quotes

“I want to taste that pretty poison as it drips from your mouth and covers my tongue.”
― C. Hebert, His Pretty Poison

“But in the sun, next to that fiery hair of yours”—he brushed my hair aside as his mouth hovered close—“they remind me of sage leaves adorned in golden flakes. They may not be blue, but why would I want someone with eyes the color of the sky, when I get to stare into the chameleon irises of someone with hair that dances like wildfire and a wild soul?”
― C. Hebert, His Pretty Poison

“I’m a patient man”
― C. Hebert, His Pretty Poison

“Her suffering was unbearable to witness.”
― C. Hebert, His Pretty Poison

“There’s nothing wrong with feeling, Lucille. Good or bad, everyone has feelings. And grieving, no matter how intense and smothering it may feel, is a normal part of accepting his death. There’s no rule book on how long you can hurt…but feeling how you feel isn’t wrong. It sucks, but it’s normal.”
― C. Hebert, His Pretty Poison

“Why did you save me? I’m not worth saving.” “You are worth everything.”
― C. Hebert, His Pretty Poison

“You asked me what my type is.” His mouth met my ear. “You’re my type”
― C. Hebert, His Pretty Poison

“You might be a mess”
― C. Hebert, His Pretty Poison

“You might be a mess, but I like getting my hands dirty.”
― C. Hebert, His Pretty Poison

“I couldn’t sleep, and it’s your damn fault. You possess my thoughts and haunt my dreams, and no matter how much I try to stay away, I find myself wanting more.”
― C. Hebert, His Pretty Poison

“I couldn’t sleep”
― C. Hebert, His Pretty Poison