Kadi > Kadi's Quotes

“If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?" - Lucien Vanserra”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“The fears we keep alive, will be a recurring haunt until it dies, or we do.”
― Anthony Liccione

“Death ends a life, not a relationship.”
― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie: An Old Man, a Young Man, and Life's Greatest Lesson

“We're all of us haunted and haunting.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Lullaby

“The people you love become ghosts inside of you, and like this you keep them alive.”
― Rob Montgomery

“To be haunted is to glimpse a truth that might best be hidden.”
― James Herbert, Haunted

“While they’re still alive, people can become ghosts.”
― Haruki Murakami

“Sometimes spirits hold onto emotions for people and things. It’s one way they bind themselves to this world.”
― Wendy Wang, Haunting Charlie

“...if you come across someone sad and you do not try to make them smile, then you have disgraced your own humanity.”
― Adriana Mather, Haunting the Deep

“Even when she slept, her anxieties did not.”
― Frances Hardinge, A Skinful of Shadows

“Habits, places and faces grew into you over time, like tree roots burrowing into stone work.”
― Frances Hardinge, A Skinful of Shadows

“Chasing ghosts while pursued by daemons...”
― Gail Carriger, Blameless

“We accept the love we think we deserve.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“...We're too powerful, and too bored with immortality, to be checked by anything else.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Something scurries from under the car and both of us remain still as a rat climbs up Gareth’s leg. Wait. Not a rat. A small drenched black cat meows its head off, its tiny claws grabbing on to Gareth’s pants for dear life. “Get it off me.” Gareth tries to wiggle his leg, but the cat holds on tighter. “So it’s not just dogs. You’re also afraid of cats?” I ask, amused. “No, I just don’t know how to deal with animals. They’re unpredictable little fuckers like kids.” “It’s probably just hungry.” I hand him the umbrella and crouch down. The cat lets out a pitiful meow, its tiny claws gripping Gareth’s pants. “Hey, little one. You’re freaking out this big, tall muscular guy who loves stabbing things. Mind getting off?” “I’m not freaking out. Just hurry up.” I chuckle and grab the cat, and it hisses, then meows in one long high-pitched sound. “Hard life this young?” When I stand up again, holding the cat in the palm of my hand, Gareth pulls away a little, eyeing it as if it’s a bomb. “Just put it down or something.” “It’ll die in this rain.” “Then let’s drop it off at a shelter.” “They’re closed this late. We’ll take it home and figure something out tomorrow.”
― Rina Kent, Kiss the Villain

“By the time we get to my place, he’s opted to carry all the bags, leaving me to deal with the cat. As soon as I open the carrier, she darts out, heading straight for the sofa. Gareth all but jumps behind me, dropping all the bags on the floor. “Motherfucking bitch!” I throw my head back and laugh. “It’s not that funny,” he grumbles, peeking out from behind me as the kitten hides under the sofa. But, really, I love how he’s holding on to my waist, even if it’s to use me as a shield, he’s touching me without trying to choke, knife, or tase me. Baby steps, right?”
― Rina Kent, Kiss the Villain

“Be quiet. She’s asleep,” he mutters. “What happened to not wanting her near you?” “She’s okay, I guess. Purrs like an engine for such a tiny thing.” “Should I keep her?” His expression brightens briefly before he schools it into indifference. “I don’t care.” “What should I name her, Mr. I Don’t Care?” “Moka,” he says without hesitation. “Mocha?” “The European spelling, with a K instead of a ch. She’s black with brown eyes. It fits.” “Moka it is, then.”
― Rina Kent, Kiss the Villain

“I figured that out shortly after we took in Moka about a month ago—or Kayden did, minor details. The little demon only sleeps on top of me and likes me better than him anyway. He’s just the spare human according to the internet.”
― Rina Kent, Kiss the Villain

“Okay, little demon, what’s your deal?” A loud meow answers him, and he sighs begrudgingly. “Oh, hell no. Also, Mom said milk isn’t good for cats.” He tries to push her away and she falls, but then she climbs back up on his T-shirt. “I guess a bit won’t hurt.” He pours a small amount of hot chocolate into his palm and lifts it toward her. She laps it up eagerly, her tiny pink tongue darting out. For a moment, Gareth looks…soft. His shoulders relax, and he carefully strokes her head, as if testing the waters. “You won’t scratch me, right?” I smile and disappear into the bedroom, answer some texts, especially from my nephew—while I ignore my brother’s—and then I change into PJ bottoms. When I finally join him again, Gareth is lying on his back on the sofa with the kitten curled up on his chest, purring loudly.”
― Rina Kent, Kiss the Villain

“I love you. I don’t want to remember a time when I didn’t. I love you. And as long as I am able to draw breath, then I will love you with every single one. I love you.”
― Scarlett Drake, Oleander: A Great Expectations Reimagining