Elana Johnson > Quotes

“As much as I didn't want to, I had to read Jag's note. I pulled it out of my back pocket. His handwriting still made my breath catch, but when I opened it, I wanted to cry.

The paper contained two words: Fly, babe.

I shredded it into little pieces. Fly? The stupid boy wanted me to fly? I'd fly off the handle when I caught up to him. Then he'd see me fly.”
― Elana Johnson, Possession

“I miss you so much my lungs have forgotten how to breathe.”
― Elana Johnson, Possession

“He walked close enough to hold hands and far enough away that words could never repair the damage we'd done to each other.”
― Elana Johnson, Possession

“Sometimes life doesn't allow us to be free to fly wherever we'd like.”
― Elana Johnson, Possession

“Tech simulations,” I said, the realization hitting me in the gut. “Jake, you’re so dead! You tricked me with that purple pill!”
“But now you know you can’t control the elements,” he said.
Like that made me feel better. “I hope you have a will!”
“Blame Jag,” he responded.
“Oh, I do,” I snapped. “Trust me, he’s going to die too.” I imagined the way he’d smile when he saw me. He wouldn’t even see my fist coming.”
― Elana Johnson, Possession

“Vi?" Jag's soft voice called from the other room. I'd been soaking so long, the water in the tub was cold. I stepped out, careful not to get the book wet, and wrapped a towel around myself.
"In here," I whispered. He had switched the lamp on and was rubbing his eyes when I came into the bedroom.
"Hey."
I slipped the book back onto the table next to his bed. "I didn't get it wet."
"Not. That." His eyes raked over my only-towel-covered body with a hungry expression.
"Knock it off." I pulled the towel tighter and returned to the bathroom. He followed me, putting his hand on the door before I could close it. I looked anywhere but at him. Lying fully clothed in bed with him was bad enough.
I couldn't help it when I drank him in, starting at his feet and slowly creeping up to his neck, past his chin, lips, nose to his eyes. When I finally reached them, my heart clutched almost painfully. I swallowed hard and cleared my throat, playing with the end of my towel.
"Vi, babe-"
"Don't talk like that," I said.
He smiled his Jag-winner. I took a shuddering breath and tried to focus. "Don't smile like that either. It's not fair."
"Okay, then. Let's talk about being fair." He carefully wove his fingers through mine. The way he studied the ground was adorable. He took a few slow steps back into the bedroom, pulling me with him.
"Jag-”
― Elana Johnson, Possession

“What do you have that I could possibly want?”
With a knowing smile, he pulled an envelope from his back pocket. Even from across the room, Jag’s handwriting made my heart pound. I took several steps forward, never removing my eyes from the two letters of my name. Jake could have anything he wanted. Kidney, liver, whatever.”
― Elana Johnson, Possession

“Finally I knelt on the bed and placed my hand on his back. I patted awkwardly, hoping that was protocol for when someone was sobbing their eyes out. "hey." pat, pat. "It's okay. We'll bust out of here before they tag us." pat, pat, pat. I felt lame”
― Elana Johnson, Possession

“Every person has a season for knowledge.”
― Elana Johnson, Surrender

“Maybe if she saw Jag again... maybe that would wake her up. But if she sees him and remembers, I'm nobody. In more than ways than one.”
― Elana Johnson, Surrender

“I couldn’t compete with Honesty,

With her dark blonde hair streaked with auburn,
With her captivating blue eyes,
With her legs that stretched into forever.
She had the brains,
The body,
The perfect resume for girlfriend.

And me?
I had the perfect resume for
Best friend.
All the boys said so.”
― Elana Johnson, Elevated

“Hearing is different from listening.”
― Elana Johnson, Surrender

“I thought three minutes and twelve seconds would undo me.
Now I’m trapped.

I cannot survive in this elevator.
Not with him,
Not for much longer
Another second.”
― Elana Johnson, Elevated

“Lilette was like a star—full of light and distant beauty. Han was like the shadows around the stars—he let her shine. ~Jolin”
― Elana Johnson, Girls On Fire

“I have to get off this elevator.
I can't ride with him,
Can't look at him,
Can't be this close to him.
Can't,
Can't,
can't.”
― Elana Johnson, Elevated

“he’d learned that his mother rented it to a local florist in town, who apparently hand-grew”
― Elana Johnson, The Day He Drove By

“she caught sight of him through the huge windows. She didn’t even smile. In fact, it looked like she was about to cry. Dawson’s heart couldn’t handle the pain he saw on her face. He wanted to make everything better for her. In fact, he’d do anything to help her. Charlotte’s mouth moved and she held up one finger in a silent way of telling him she’d be another minute. He wanted to leap through the glass and swat the phone over the railing. Whatever her sister was saying, Charlotte didn’t need to hear it.”
― Elana Johnson, The Helicopter Pilot's Bride

“LAST YEAR,
Honesty and I still talked,
Laughed,
Planned weekend activities together.

Last year,
I used to have friends,
Speak,
Live.

Last year,
Honesty lived,
Loved,
Laughed.

But now—
Now I live with the knowledge that
Some things
Kill others”
― Elana Johnson, Elevated

“Not a new chapter, she told herself. A completely new volume needed to begin now that her husband—oops, ex-husband—had married his girlfriend only ten days after the divorce was final.”
― Elana Johnson, The Island House

“cradle, casting it a glare as if it had done her a personal wrong. Everything about this room on the fifteenth floor screamed high-end, and”
― Elana Johnson, A Sweet Escape: Seven Sweet Romances

“Not a new chapter, she told herself. A completely new volume needed to begin”
― Elana Johnson, The Helicopter Pilot's Bride

“Stacey gazed up at him, wonder traveling through her with the speed of cold molasses. Who was this man? He didn’t sound like anything the articles she’d read about The Davenport Development Group. They had a nasty reputation for skirting the laws in the cities where they built, fabricating permits if they’d “forgotten” to get them, and paying their employees basement-bottom wages. She could not imagine any of the their top-level executives going undercover—or even caring how their employees were faring.”
― Elana Johnson, The Billionaire's Enemy

“Today, I give myself to you in marriage. I hope to encourage you, inspire you, laugh with you, and comfort you in times of sorrow. I’ll love you from here to the end of time, and I promise to put your needs ahead of my own. I really can’t wait to be your husband.”
― Elana Johnson, The Helicopter Pilot's Bride

“waving the oven mitts in front of her”
― Elana Johnson, The Island House

“the bay breezes whispering dreams to me.”
― Elana Johnson, The Helicopter Pilot's Bride

“She traded out the pajamas and toiletries she’d taken for her overnight stay and replaced them with sunscreen, her sunglasses, a huge, wide-brimmed hat, and her e-reader. Not that she was planning on reading. Oh, no. She had a very busy conversation ahead of her with her best friend, and the center of all the talk would be Mister Fisher Davenport himself.”
― Elana Johnson, The Billionaire's Enemy

“So maybe she liked him. Liked having him nearby, liked talking to him, liked not having to traverse a new place by herself.”
― Elana Johnson, The Helicopter Pilot's Bride

“I’m making Adam and Eve on a raft. You want one?” Fried eggs and toast? “Yes, please,”
― Elana Johnson, Forbidden Lessons

“The lights disappear,
The elevator shudders,
Stalls,
Quits.
All in the same nanosecond.

All that exists is darkness so thick I can't think,
And Travis so close I can't breathe.”
― Elana Johnson, Elevated

“bathroom of that greasy all-night diner she’d stopped at somewhere in Virginia. It would be too strange to pull her sunglasses down now. Too…suspicious. “Margo Harper.” He shook his head, chuckling softly, the sound of it making something in her chest pull a little tighter than it should. “What brings you to town?” Shouldn’t she be saying that? But from the uniform, the answer would be obvious. Her heart was pounding so loudly she was almost convinced that he could hear it. Eddie was supposed to be gone. Long gone. “I didn’t realize you’d moved back,” she managed. Curse her sisters. Couldn’t one of them have mentioned this? “Only recently,” he said. More silence. He’d always been good at that. “You in town for long?” As if she’d be telling him the details of her arrival. He’d have to arrest her first. Put her under oath. No way would”
― Elana Johnson, A Sweet Escape: Seven Sweet Romances