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1 " All things worth having are worth fighting for. "
― Kirsty Moseley , Nothing Left to Lose (Guarded Hearts, #1)
2 " Most people would say that being in love was the best feeling in the world, and to some degree, I would agree with them, but not when all you could think about was losing it or watching something awful happen so that your heart shatters into a thousand tiny, jagged little pieces. No, being in love was more frightening than gratifying. "
3 " Because I’m in love with you. Because I love my life with you in it. Because a world where someone as special as you lives, can’t be the horrible place I once thought it was. "
4 " Don’t worry, Ashton, he can’t hurt me anymore, no one can. I have nothing left to lose,” I said honestly. "
5 " I’ve given you the power to kill me and you don’t even know it. "
6 " What we want and what happens are two different thing entirely. "
7 " All things worth having are worth fighting for, "
8 " The alcohol induced memory loss is a form of protection from all the stupid things you did the night before. "
9 " This girl and this baby were my world, and the only things I needed out of life. I just hoped I could somehow make them as happy as they both made me. "
10 " Well, he told me you were a flirt who would try and get me into bed, but damn, I didn’t realise you’d start before nine in the morning. "
11 " In the moonlight, he looked devastatingly beautiful. "
12 " Of coarse, no one wanted anyone to die, but there would always be relief that it was someone else and notthe one you loved. "
13 " It was an unfamiliar sensation to me, but I knew what it was. It was love. "
14 " Music was a college attendee's survival essential; he'd need that to keep himself sane. "
15 " My sixteenth was anything but sweet; it was more like the passage into hell on earth. "
16 " shocked expressions, but Ashton looked incredibly angry. "
17 " lives. In some cultures, it’s even considered to be the start of passage into womanhood. My sixteenth was anything but sweet; it was more like the passage into hell on earth. March 12 was the day my dreams died and my life was sent into a downward spiral of pain, grief and terror. My sixteenth birthday "
18 " Right now I was standing in the cold of the night, queuing for admittance outside club Ozone – unknowingly waiting for my traumatic ordeal to begin. "