Reckless Quotes

“I wanted her to be formidable. Recklessly bold. Powerful despite ability."
I stare at him, taking in each word.
"I am none of those things," I whisper.
He drops my hand to brush gentle fingers beneath my chin, raising my face up towards his. "You are much more than those things."
"You overestimate me."
"No. I just see you.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“Every touch, every dance, every kiss disguised as a distraction was anything but. Because before I loved her, I longed for her. She was a want I wasn't worthy of. And I'm afraid I'll never get the chance to deserve her.
Because now that I have her, I'm giving her away.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“And let's pray they don't."
I stuff the reins in his hands, suddenly too curious to steer. "I didn't peg you as the type to pray, Prince."
I feel his shoulders shrug against my back. "I didn't used to believe in a God."
"And now?"
There is a long pause followed by a softening of his voice. "I found proof of a paradise."
I glance over my shoulder to find his eyes already on me. "And what was that?"
His gaze glides over my face and down the length of my braid. "You'll know when you see it.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“But his tone is familiar, feeling like dancing in a dark room and thumb wars under willow trees. The way the words rolled off of his tongue felt like a light flick to the tip of my nose, like calloused fingers braiding silver hair.
It felt like Kai.
Like the man behind the masks who looked at me like I was extraordinary.
I blink at the crumbling rocks crowding the path, willing my mind to wander toward anything but the words that have me wishing things were different. But I am Ordinary. I am the embodiment of the weakness he has been taught to hate.
Ordinary.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“Are poets not just fools with fancy words?”
― Lauren Roberts

“The strongest weapon a woman has at her disposal is that she often underestimated”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“He inches towards me, head shaking and eyes roaming as though overwhelmed by what he is seeing. "Oh, bu you are my undoing. My deliverance. My downfall disguised as a deity". Anther slow step. "You are my ruin."
I'm dazed, unable to do anything but let a smile tug at my lips. "Call us even. Call me crazy. I don't care. Just..." His eyes are pleading, brimming with emotion. "Just call me yours.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“Call us even. Call me crazy. I don’t care. Just…' His eyes are pleading, brimming with emotion. 'Just call me yours.”
― Lauren Roberts

“I think I’m drowning. But not into her blue eyes like I happily would. No, I’m sinking into the floor, letting it swallow me whole. I can hardly breathe under the crushing weight of Kitt’s words. My ears ring. My heart pounds. The command echoes in my skull, though I have no idea why he would want this. Why he would want her. Not now. Not after everything. I’m surrounded by the entire court and the only thing I can focus on is not falling to my knees beside her. Marriage. Marriage to someone who isn’t me. Marriage to someone I will spend the rest of my life serving. I’ll lose her forever while being forced to watch. I can’t even look at her. I’m a coward, morphing back into the monster I was when she found me. My vision is blurry, eyes fixed on the dais above. This is how I lose her. Not by death but by something just as binding. The command rings in my head. And to think I wasted so much time trying to hate her. To think I won’t have enough time to love her. My heart aches because every beat belongs to her. And I may never get to tell her that. Is this how she will remember me? Escorting her to this fate? Bound by duty alone? I could laugh. I could cry. I could burn this palace to the ground like I did her house, just for a chance to confess my love before the flames consumed me. Because I am bound to her very being. Hers until the day she realizes I don’t deserve to be. The king’s eyes are on me while mine are somewhere far away. Somewhere with her. A place where I am nothing and no one and happy being powerless, so long as she is beside me. My gaze falls from the fantasy, finding its way to her. This is not how I will remember us. Not as enemies or traitors or monsters, but as two people dancing in the dark, swaying beneath the stars. Her feet atop mine, her head on the heart that beats only for her. Just Pae and Kai. I step away from her kneeling form, masking every emotion with a blank stare. I’m leaving her to face him. Her future husband. I melt into the crowd, standing at a safe enough distance to prevent myself from stealing her away. This will be the rest of my life. Forced to love her from a distance. Mourn the loss of her each day. But I will. I will smother every emotion but the one that belongs to her. I will love her until I am incapable of the feeling. She is the torture I may not survive. Eagerly, she is my undoing. Her gaze lifts, meeting eyes that are not my own. Eyes of the man who gets to have her—if she allows it. She was supposed to be my forever. Now I’ll watch her become someone else’s. Because the beast doesn’t get the beauty.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“Everything beautiful, everything bold, everything breathtaking - that is what I feel in her gaze.

That, and terrified. Terrified of what she is doing to me. She is a vision, a nightmare, a dream.

A grim reaper clad in black, come to steal my soul and my heart.

I've never seen something so beautiful, so bold, so blatantly wrong for me.

She is a devil. She is a deity.

She's a man's downfall in human form. She is my downfall.

Then her eyes drift to Kitt. The connection snaps.

And I'm left feeling empty besides the jealousy growing inside me. Why did I ever think I could have her, ever think she would have me? Because beasts don't get the beauty.”
― Lauren Roberts

“And then she smiles, bright and big like the night sky hanging above us. I fear she could rival the stars.”
― Lauren Roberts

“You promised to be my undoing. So, prove it. Prove it. Hate me enough to make me want you. Ruin me.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“Darling”—he smiles—“I have never had to pretend to want you.”
― Lauren Roberts

“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?” She asked softly.
“Like I’m worthy of being seen.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“Oh, but you are my undoing. My deliverance. My downfall disguised as a deity. You are my ruin.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“You don't regret it?"
She shakes her head, her smile sad, "No."
"Good," I murmur. "Because I've always had a thing for short hair."
"Oh, really?" She laughs as I sway us in a circle.
"It's true. Among other things, of course." I shrug a shoulder. "Short hair. Ocean-blue eyes. Twenty-eight freckles. And"- I pause, examining her with a tilt of my head-"how tall are you?"
She blinks in confusion. "Umm, about five and a half feet?"
"Five and a half feet," I continue evenly. "The terrifying ability to kick a man's ass. Stunning smile. Ridiculously stubborn. Hair like molten silver. Quick to threaten me with a dagger." I smile down at her. "Should I go on?”
― Lauren Roberts

“She is the torture I may not survive.
Eagerly, she is my undoing.
Her gaze lifts, meeting eyes that are not my own.
Eyes of the man who gets to have her-if she allows it.
She was supposed to be my forever.
Now I'll watch her become someone else's.
Because the beast doesn't get the beauty.”
― Lauren Roberts

“Tell me you hate me, and I'll still count every heartbeat, every freckle, every shiver of your body, if only you say it with a smile.”
― Lauren Roberts

“No, I'm sick of running. And I won't spend the rest of my life doing it unless it's you I'm running back to."
"Then I'll spend the rest of my life tracking you down," he says quietly. "Glimpsing you in shadows. Fighting you in the streets. Dancing with you in my dreams. Because living without you is only bearable when I know you are out there still living too.”
― Lauren Roberts

“I may be a monster, but if you cut me, I'll bleed. And if you break my heart, Pae, you'll break me. So, if even a sliver of your soul longs for mine, I'll spend the rest of my life trying to deserve it.”
― Lauren Roberts

“The floor seems to be just as stubborn as I am, refusing to budge. I would've admired it's resilience if it weren't a damn piece of wood.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“She tastes like a piece of the heaven I won't be going to.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“Weak from worry, powerless from panic.
No just powerless”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“Even monsters can have morals.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“People often look in the mirror before doing something reckless. They want to see someone reaffirming their determined eyes, and see that person have a look that says it’s OK.”
― Jarod Kintz, Me and memes and memories

“The Atlantic pulls at my heartstrings, as fondly as a bouquet of jasmine blossoms tied up in a bow. I fall before the rising waves, collecting the pearlescent seafoam. It's sacred, just for me, like a gift from a lover or my dearest friend.
When I was little, I used to run into the Pacific for a moment of peace. It scared my mother silly watching her only daughter dive into the water's wrath. But I adored the sharp cold, the strength of the undertow, the reckless rush of the currents. The ocean could never hurt me. We were one. We still are, no matter how far from home I've come. My mother always said that, like the sea, I was chaos incarnate.”
― Kiana Krystle, Dance of the Starlit Sea

“I am known for my loyalty and friendship. Do not fear disgrace; come to me fearlessly and recklessly.”
― Habibullah Bulbul - حبیب الله بلبل

“This girl is the very thing I can't seem to escape—can't seem to go anywhere without the remnants of her following. Where I am, she is. Whether it's in the flesh or in the fragments of my mind.

And where there is a flame, there is always a shadow.

She is my inevitable.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“Now some of the Hentzaus (of whom history tells us of many) have been good, and some have been bad; and the good fear God, while the bad do not; but neither the good nor the bad fear anything in the world besides. Hence, for good or ill, they do great deeds and risk their lives as another man risks a penny.”
― Anthony Hope, Great Adventure Stories

“We choke on the ashes of our denial,
clutching at the edges of recklessness
as if it could make us immortal.

We choose the ruinous path,
not out of defiance,
but desperation.

To feel the sting of fire
as it burns down our throats,
to mistake the rush of adrenaline
for vitality,
to pretend that we are alive.

Fear is a sweet poison.
It courses through us
like borrowed electricity,
igniting what little remains
of our spirit.

It makes us feel invincible,
young, whole, until it doesn’t.”
― Nyx Thorn, VERSES OF THE BROKEN: Echoes From A Fractured Mind