Trisha Wolfe > Quotes

“. “Well precious, let this be a lesson.” He snapped my hands above my head, gripping them both with only one of his. He slid his fingers down my cheek, pausing to run his thumb over my bottom lip. “You shouldn’t come out to play until you have the power to party like a big girl.” ~ Reese Patcher”
― Trisha Wolfe, Destiny's Fire

“We’re monsters. And our love is this monstrous thing that will devour us”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Darkly

“I just knew you wanted to rip my clothes off," he mocked. ~ Jace Tuner”
― Trisha Wolfe, Destiny's Fire

“Ours is not a love story—we’re too volatile, too explosive for monotony. No, our story comes with a warning. Beware”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Darkly

“Love is pain. Real love – the one not spewed in poetry – is agony. It tears at your soul, strips you bare, drives you mad and demands the veracity of our existence. Love is madness.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Madly

“You're mine, London. We can dance this violent dance until we bleed each other dry, or we can surrender. Your choice. But I will have you.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Darkly

“My birthday was right around the corner. I’d be seventeen and have my full power, and then I’d see that Narco hothead again. Treaty Act my ass. ~ Dez Harkly”
― Trisha Wolfe, Destiny's Fire

“It's the lovely bad things that steal into our thoughts in the middle of the night and tempt us across the line between good and evil. These torturously beautiful sins that provide our deepest, most deviant desires. It feeds us in the dark, stoking a frail flame into an inferno we can no longer resist.

She is my flame. And I am all but pleading for my muse to burn me alive.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Lovely Bad Things

“But what is art and beauty if not pain? Anything which comes too easily is an insult to both the creator and the consumer.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Lovely Bad Things

“Not all demons are born to the dark. And not all angels seek the light. Sometimes our circumstance demands a fusion of both. There is no good and evil. Only the time spent between both heaven and hell, where we find our peace. And love. Even the vilest of monsters deserve to be loved.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Madly

“We weren’t born the day we took our first breath. We were born the moment we stole it”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Darkly

“The alchemy of the soul is transforming pain into creative genius.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Lovely Bad Things

“I’ve heard people say that you have to tip-toe around a woman’s emotions, but a man’s ego is every bit as fragile, if not more so.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Of Silver and Beasts

“Tell me I’m the only one you want. The only one who can stand in your flame as you burn down the world.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Marrow

“Isolation is not loneliness; it’s the absence of noise and distraction.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Darkly

“You know, Sir Devlan. Many women might find the quiet type endearing," I say. "I admit, a man of few words has an attractive quality." His head turns toward me. "But seeing how you're one of the few people I have to converse with, your lack of conversational skills can be obnoxious.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Fireblood

“I do, Your Honor. I proclaim that Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Darkly

“Love and obsession are so closely linked, the emotions evoked by obsession easily mistaken for love. And when obsession rules your world, you become a slave to its demands.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Madly

“If you dance with the devil, expect to get burned.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Lovely Bad Things

“My senses flood with feeling, so intense, and then I'm cradled in warmth. The heat stems from my hand and spreads through my body. I look down and lace my fingers through his.
He strokes my jawline, lifting my face to meet his emerald eyes-clear and vibrant-like time never passed between us. "You're home," he says, his voice stirring all my love.
"You're my home.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Astarte's Wrath

“The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Lovely Bad Things

“Would you trade a long, nearly immortal life of servitude in exchange for a short one...with me?"
I tuck in my chin, avoiding his hard stare.
"I would give up my crown if it meant finding a way to free you, Star." He releases my hand. "But you have to want that freedom. Not fear it.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Astarte's Wrath

“Obsession. It starts with a spark. A flicker. At the strike of a match. Lying dormant in most of us, obsession feasts on the fumes, breathes in the smoky scent, curing around and in on itself. Building. We pet it, nurse it into existence. It is ours. All ours. A coveted perfection. And when it refuses to be ignored, it rages. It roars to life. A building inferno. Consuming. We are but pawns to its deceptive power. Though we attempt to guide it, caress it tenderly into a loving beauty, it can not be controlled. It’s a haunted, vengeful lover. Like a wildfire devouring life within it’s path, we can only follow it’s carnal trail.”
― Trisha Wolfe, With Visions of Red

“If I had an infinite number of lifetimes, it still wouldn’t be enough. She’s all that I want, all that I crave, and I’m desperate to make us last longer than an ephemeral flicker in time.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Lovely Violent Things

“His thumb skims my cheek. "You're my goddess.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Of Silver and Beasts

“But I will paint the whole fucking world red for you. I’ve tasted enough of your grief and regret to haunt me a hundred lifetimes.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Lovely Wicked Things

“Want will drive you right into the maddening depths, I assure you. But you have to want with a fire, with a passion. The day you stop wanting, is the day you decide to die.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Lovely Bad Things

“The villain only becomes such after he’s lost that which he cannot live without,” he says. “I’m in no need of a metamorphosis. I refuse to lose you.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Lovely Violent Things

“but what is genius if not madness? Mental illness is a common euphemism for evil.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Madly

“I bring his hand to my lips and kiss his palm, my eyes closing, as I inflict as much emotion into my action as possible. "I love you," I whisper. The pang in my heart spreads, thundering through my body.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Astarte's Wrath