Alexis Quotes

“Wait a minute, I thought all girls liked those tragic love stories?" Isaac asked as we turned down another hall.
"I guess I'm weird." I shrugged. "I prefer a good happy ending to a story, there are enough tragic ones in real life.”
― B.L. Brunnemer, Trying to Live With the Dead

“As I went to stand up, I felt a tiny point of pressure on my back.
"Don't move," Kasey whispered.
I stayed bent over.
"Drop the knife," she said.
"Excuse me, I'm using it," I said.
She swallowed hard. "For what?"
"Mom and Dad. You."
The pressure on my back increased. "Drop it, Alexis."
Drop it? Like I was a bad dog running around with a sock in my mouth.
"How long will this take?" I asked, setting the knife on the floor. "I'm in the middle of something."
Get in the bathroom," she said.
The faster I indulged her, the faster it would be over with. So I walked into the bathroom. She followed, kicking the knife toward the end of the hallway and flipping on the bathroom light.
"What's this all about, Kasey?" I asked, turning around. At the sight of my face, she gasped, and the point of the fireplace poker she was holding wavered in her hands. I realized a second too late that I'd missed my chance to grab it and smash it into the side of her head.
"What's happening to you?" she whispered.
I glanced in the mirror. The darkness had begun to spread from my mouth and eyes. It leached out in inky puddles with thin tendrils of black snaking out in delicate feathery patterns.
What's happening to me? What was she talking about?
"So you have a pointy stick," I said. "Big deal. get out of my way."

"What are you going to do?" I sneered.

"Poke me?"
'I'll hit you, Lexi." Her face was stony. "As hard as I have to."
Whatever. I'm really not in the mood.
"Can we talk about this in the morning?" I asked. After I kill you?
"No," her eyes hardened. "Get your toothbrush."
"What?"
"Pick up your toothbrush, and stick it down your throat."
"Kasey-"
"Do it," she said.
"Ugh, fine. You're sick, you know that?"
"Get in the tub."

"Happy?"

I stuck the toothbrush into my throat. Instantly, I gagged and doubled over.
"Do it again," she said.
"God Kasey," I cried. Stabbing people was one thing. But making them barf- that was just disturbing.”
― Katie Alender, From Bad to Cursed

“If I stay much longer, I think I will have fallen in love with you.”
― Lindsay Chamberlin, The Shoreline

“It was any wonder how a wave could withstand such a look from eyes like that and continue to build towards him.
His eyes were her ocean in those brief seconds.”
― Lindsay Chamberlin, The Shoreline

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, so it would be my honor to take you out. I understand if you have someone else in mind for such occasions, but I promise you, I would merely like a chance to get to know you, maybe make a friend.”
― Lindsay Chamberlin, The Shoreline

“She didn’t know why she was so attracted to this stranger, like a moth to the flame, but it scared her.”
― Lindsay Chamberlin, The Shoreline

“I know, and if you don’t kiss me in the next few seconds, I might have to force myself onto you,” Alexis said breathlessly. His eyes were pulling her under with each new wave of emotion, and if he didn’t relieve her of those oncoming waves with a bit of sensual CPR, she knew she would drown with the need.”
― Lindsay Chamberlin, The Shoreline

“She had never felt so relieved to say something that had torn her apart at the seams.”
― Lindsay Chamberlin, The Shoreline

“You’ve sufficiently invaded every part of me, Alexis; my heart, my mind, and now my dreams.”
― Lindsay Chamberlin, The Shoreline

“Don't you get it?" he asked. "Every time you try to protect me, you end up breaking my heart.”
― Katie Alender, From Bad to Cursed

“That's the whole problem, isn't it?" He turned his face toward the night sky and let out a horrible laugh, like a gasp of pain. "Why are you the only person who's allowed to be strong?”
― Katie Alender, From Bad to Cursed

“Les gens que l'on rencontre dans les rues, pendant le jour, donnent l'impression d'aller vers un but précis, que l'on suppose raisonnable, mais, la nuit, ils paraissent marcher dans leurs rêves.”
― Marguerite Yourcenar, Alexis ou le Traité du vain combat / Le Coup de grâce

“Love could be immortalized. It could be remembered and written forever into the world, inscribed on some inanimate object. It could be wonderful words given by a loved one, or simple letters combined to show an unbroken bond." Alexis from "The Shoreline”
― Lindsay Chamberlin, The Shoreline

“It only took Alexis a day to read a five-hundred page book. Fiction stories took her to another world where she could lose herself for a while in someone else’s life.
Its funny how things like loans to pay back, a broken home and family, and a future to worry about meant nothing to characters who only had to worry about things like boys, beaches and fun.”
― Lindsay Chamberlin, The Shoreline

“Umm, how old are you?” Alexis asked, a little hesitant to answer before making sure he wasn’t a minor.
“Twenty-one, but age is just a number,” the guy responded.”
― Lindsay Chamberlin, The Shoreline

“Anything that waited for them after these next few days could keep on waiting because Alexis was going to take every last second she had with Jason and make it last.”
― Lindsay Chamberlin, The Shoreline

“Are you guys, like, in love?” Brian asked in a girl voice.
Alexis and Jason locked stares because even though everyone had started laughing at Brian’s jibe, the word was there, hanging between the two of them, waiting to be grabbed for their personal use.”
― Lindsay Chamberlin, The Shoreline

“Love could be immortalized.”
― Lindsay Chamberlin, The Shoreline

“Flat was good; flat meant she didn’t care, meant she wouldn’t get sucked under this time, but she knew not to hope too much.”
― Lindsay Chamberlin, The Shoreline

“Alexis, come with me to Fiji,” Jason whispered, holding her body close to his, sounding just as breathless as she was.
“I would love to go with you, Jason,” Alexis whispered, her smile stretching bigger with each word that registered in Jason’s eyes.
“Really?” Jason asked, sounding like an excited kid with a smile to match.
“Yes,” Alexis laughed.
Jason flipped her onto her back so she was lying under him on the bed and kissed her fervently, grinding himself into her with his excitement. He planted kisses on every inch of her he could reach, her cheeks, her chin, nose, mouth, ears, and neck. He was everywhere, blurring himself into her with each soft placement of his lips.
“You have made me the absolute happiest man in the world tonight, Alexis. You have no idea how many times I have wanted to ask you today, or how anxious I was to hear your answer. The idea of having to say goodbye to you in two days was killing me. I can’t imagine not being with you, babe,” Jason whispered into her ear as his lips and teeth grazed her lobe.
Alexis had closed her eyes at Jason’s touch, but they popped open when he reminded her how soon she and her friends would have been leaving. “Was it really only two more days?” Alexis asked.
“Not anymore, babe,” Jason said, holding both sides of her face and kissing her adoringly.”
― Lindsay Chamberlin, The Shoreline

“She felt the smile turn the corners of her lips upward and placed her hand flat on his chest, just above his heart.
“That’s yours now, babe,” Jason whispered, kissing her forehead. “Be careful with it, OK?”
― Lindsay Chamberlin, The Shoreline

“Jason Alan Crest, nice to meet you.”
Alexis took his hand and shook it, “Alexis Amora Anderson, nice to meet you, too.”
“All A’s, huh?” Jason asked quirking his eyebrow at her.
“Yeah, parents. What can you do?” Alexis said, giggling, again.”
― Lindsay Chamberlin, The Shoreline

“The only reaction Alexis could express to his response was: Mine. She pulled his neck lower, eager to feel his lips on hers, his warm mouth entwined with hers. He stroked her hunger with each brush of their lips, his body now laying on hers, kissing her until she wasn’t sure which way was up or down. Only, it didn’t stop with a kiss. Alexis knew it would never again stop with just a kiss.”
― Lindsay Chamberlin, The Shoreline

“Thank, God,” Jason said as the tide of his blue eyes washed over her.
“What?” Alexis asked, her own smile turning the corners of her mouth up.
“You’re really here. It wasn’t just a dream,” Jason responded, kissing her forehead.
“I plan on always being here,” she said, her hands drawing circles on his bare chest.
He pulled her closer, their fronts molding together, one of her legs rested on his hip.
“You’ve sufficiently invaded every part of me, Alexis; my heart, my mind, and now my dreams.”
“You don’t have to dream to have me, Jason.” Alexis’ heart melted, realizing just how true his statement had become. This man had invaded every part of her, captured it exclusively for himself; her heart, mind, dreams, and body belonged to this man.”
― Lindsay Chamberlin, The Shoreline

“Fui solo. Poi la solitudine mi spaventò. Non si è mai del tutto soli: disgraziatamente si è sempre con se stessi.”
― Marguerite Yourcenar

“I dreamed I was standing on an island in a swamp full of alligators. I could see their backs floating in the water, like logs. And then I saw Kasey swimming toward me, blissfully unaware of the predators that surrounded her. So I pulled out a rifle and shot any alligator that got close to her. Then Kasey was with me on the island, braiding my hair and singing me Christmas carols. And a battered doll walked over to us, but Kasey couldn't see her. And the doll pointed at Kasey and looked at me and said, "Your sister is crazy.”
― Katie Alender, Bad Girls Don't Die

“La mémoire des femmes ressemble à ces tables anciennes dont elles se servent pour coudre. Il y a des tiroirs secrets ; il y en a, fermés depuis longtemps et qui ne peuvent s'ouvrir, il y a des fleurs séchées qui ne sont plus que de la poussière de roses ; des écheveaux emmêlés, quelquefois des épingles. La mémoire de Marie était très complaisante ; elle devait lui servir à broder son passé.”
― Marguerite Yourcenar, Alexis ou le Traité du vain combat / Le Coup de grâce

“I'll fess up on a beach surrounded by man booty. Preferably mermen, if ya got em.”
― Kimberly Lemming, That Time I Got Drunk and Yeeted a Love Potion at a Werewolf

“Now, before we cut we study the specimen. What can you tell me about this pig, Miss Owens?"

What could I tell him about the pig? Seriously? He was little, pink and soon to be removed of all his organs. It was a dismal fate, so I created a better one. "He was the smallest in his litter. His brothers and sisters climbed over him to get to their mama's milk. They called him piglet five, but he thought of himself as Peter. He had dreams to father hundreds of piglets, to live his life slopping around in the mud and to die fat and happy. Life had other plans. They came at night ..."

"Miss Owens!"

And the story was just getting good.

"It's a fetal pig. It was never born."

"I know, but it seems wrong to dissect him without at least giving him a story. I mean we could raise a glass for his sacrifice, but you're not allowed to serve alcohol to minors." I leaned closer and added, "But I won't tell if you won't"

What the hell was wrong with me? Did one slip slowly into madness or did it happen fast?”
― L.A. Fiore, Our Unscripted Story

“He knew my name. Of course he did, it was shouted often enough in biology class.”
― L.A. Fiore, Our Unscripted Story