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21 " I don’t want to be picture-perfect with you. I want to be a mosaic, made up of broken pieces so damn colorful, you can’t help finding them beautiful "
― Lauren Asher , Wrecked (Dirty Air, #3)
22 " What about fate's big fuck you?" "While fate's fucking me over, I might as well fuck you. "
23 " You want to risk everything? For real?" "I'm risking nothing for everything. It's different. "
24 " I like you more and more by the day. You might be my dream girl, Gonzalez. "
25 " I don't know how to start explaining myself.""That's the beauty of friendship. We'll stick around, with or without a full understanding of what's going on. "
26 " You want the truth?" "With you, maybe the lie is better this time. Your version of the truth is a bit brutal for my taste." "Okay. Lies it is. I don't miss you.""Lie. I'm happy without you." He sighs. "I don't think of you at all. I don't wake up every morning, dreaming you're there, only to realise none of it is real. Lies, lies, lies. "
27 " Live a messy life with me, Jax Kingston. I want chaos. I want darkness. I want sunshine and rainstorms with you. But most of all, I want you any way I can have you because I love you. "
28 " No take backs?" I smile at her with every ounce of love I feel. "No take backs. "
29 " Well, Jax Kingston, what have you been waiting for?" "You. Always you. "
30 " I’ll never be satisfied until I know every dark secret that goes on inside of your pretty little mind. "
31 " I want to be broken with you. "
32 " Fuck the usual. I don’t want to be picture-perfect with you. I want to be a fucking mosaic, made up of broken pieces so damn colorful, you can’t help finding them beautiful. "
33 " One day Zack held our son out to me and, dear God, I still remember his speech to this day. I swear his words wrote themselves on my heart and never left. Zack said, ‘The sun might seem as if it stops shining from time to time because of a cloud or a rainstorm or the nighttime, but it’s still there. It endures everything to nurture the lives that depend on it. You’re my sun. I don’t care if you’re hidden because of a storm or the end of the fucking world. I can’t live without you, and I can’t imagine a world where my son would want to either. "
34 " I don’t think anyone ever truly moves on. You can heal, sure, but letting go insinuates you don’t want to remember anymore. And the memories aren’t the problem. The mistake people make in life is that they assume pain is bad. But really, pain means you feel something. It means you’re alive. It’s about using it as a weapon rather than a weakness. So, heal yourself, but don’t let go of the memories. They’re what make you so very you. "
35 " but damn if the path to hell isn’t paved from the greatest adventures. "
36 " Unfortunately, people like me don’t get a big happy ending. But you deserve it all. The dancing in the rain finale with some lovesick tear who can give you the best of him for the rest of your long lives. "
37 " She claps her hands together and smiles. “The best decision I made as a parent was forcing you to take those lessons.” “Really? Of all the options of things you’ve done, that’s the best?” “Oh, yes. Your father can’t carry a tune to save his life, so you’re the next best thing.” I smile as I turn my back. My fingers lightly run across the ivory keys before I begin playing the Jurassic Park theme song. My mum’s voice carries over the music. “I can’t even say I’m mad about how you rejected learning the classics for this kind of music.” “Once a rebel, always a rebel. "
38 " Virgo. AKA the best one. "
39 " Jax wears angst like an accessory. Black tends to be his aesthetic unless he needs to wear McCoy’s white branding. His daily wardrobe includes Doc Martens, T-shirts, and ripped jeans. He rocks jackets with slogans and decorates his tattooed fingers with rings. To put it lightly, he’s bad to the last British bone in his body. No matter how attractive he is, his guarded hazel eyes scream to stay the hell out of his way. Not to mention his attitude toward me is about as friendly as walking down a dark alley at midnight. "
40 " Jax?” “Mm.” His chest rumbles beneath me. “I think I’m falling in love with you.” The words leave my lips in the faintest whisper. He keeps quiet for a solid minute. I second-guess myself, but he squeezes me tighter into him. “Elena?” “Mm.” I copy him. “I already know I am. "