Reckless Quotes

“I'm just as reckless for you as you are for me.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“The setting sun drips with golden rays across her face, blue eyes burning bright against the vibrant red of each poppy. It's hard to believe that something so beautiful would willing stare at the likes of me.
I feel undeserving of her gaze, of the way her eyes roam over my face. I shake my head, still staring down at her. "Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?" she asks softly.
"Like I'm worthy of being seen.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“Pretend," I whisper against his lips.
I am recklessness incarnate. Until the very end.
My mouth meets his.
He tastes like longing. Like regret and relief. Like nothing matters but this moment.
It's fervent, like a sinner's prayer.
And maybe that is what this kiss is.
Repentance.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“I'd be a fool to not fear something so fierce."
I swallow. "And are you not? A fool, that is."
He stands then, holding my gaze until he's the one looking down on me. "Not anymore.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“Still contemplating on drowning you, actually." My voice is breathy, my own fingers wandering over the curve of his jaw.
"Oh darling, I already am." His lips inch closer to mine, teasing me. "And I'm begging you to let me breath you in."
I smile slyly. "I thought you never begged?"
"I'm getting used to it when it comes to you.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“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, Reckless

“You're not just a mission to me. You're not just another enemy for me to find. You're something even more terrifying."
Her voice is little more than a whisper. "And what is that?"
"A need."
We stare at each other, both surprised by the words that pushed their way past my lips. Sunlight is streaming through her hair, making her glow like something far too heavenly for me.
"I thought you had found your courage," she says softly.
I smile slightly. "Maybe I'm fine with being a fool. So long as it's for you.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“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

“The setting sun drips with golden rays across her face, blue eyes burning bright against the vibrant red of each poppy. It's hard to believe that something so beautiful would willing stare at the likes of me.
I feel undeserving of her gaze, of the way her eyes roam over my face. I shake my head, still staring down at her. "Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?" she asks softly.
"Like I'm worthy of being seen”
― 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, Reckless

“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, 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

“We will never have the wealth of experience our immortal creators have. Yet I find comfort in the thought that this limited lifespan gives our minds, at times, refreshing freedom.”
― Cornelia Funke, Reckless IV: The Silver Tracks

“They have become so lost in their own darkness that they see nothing but darkness in everything.”
― Cornelia Funke, Reckless IV: The Silver Tracks

“Ignorance is the choice not to know what you don’t want to know, assuming that the absence of knowing causes the absence of the existence of that which you don’t want to know. Therefore, the belief in the ability of ignorance to achieve its goal is likely the greatest ignorance of all.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Pretend," I whisper against his lips.
I am recklessness incarnate. Until the very end.
My mouth meets his.
He tastes like longing. Like regret and relief. Like nothing matters but this moment.
It's fervent, like a sinner's prayer.
And maybe that is what this kiss is.
Repentance.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“You asked me what my favorite color was once. I'd never even pondered the answer to that question before you. And yet, I realized in that moment that it was blue." He bends to brush a kiss to my temple, a murmur against my skin. "It is your eyes.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“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, Reckless

“Maybe you really are a poet," I whisper.
He smiles softly. "Only a fool for you."
"Pretend?"
My voice is small, soft like the breeze blowing through my short hair.
"Never."
"None of it?" I ask quietly.
"Darling"-he smiles- "I have never had to pretend to want you.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“I wanted to kill you," I whisper, forcing his eyes to open. "I wanted to be your undoing. But even then, I knew I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I had."
He inches toward me, head shaking and eyes roaming as though overwhelmed by what he is seeing. "Oh, but you are my undoing. My deliverance. my downfall disguised as a deity." Another slow step. "You are my ruin.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“Outside, the lights of Moskva gave the night sky a grubby glow, and even the moons wore veils of human haze.”
― Cornelia Funke, The Golden Yarn

“Men are always on the side of power. Even the Dark Fairy had to learn that. They will always betray us for power, so why shouldn't we do the same? If only it didn't make our hearts so cold.”
― Cornelia Funke, The Golden Yarn

“The most painful aspect of exile was how home became a dream, cleansed of all that was bad. One never returned to the dream one had nurtured over centuries, but to a reality that would always look shabby compared to the romanticized memories.”
― Cornelia Funke, The Golden Yarn

“Consequences are the unflinching compass that I foolishly crush under the foot of my unflinching pride.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Non-enforcement of government regulation results in reckless behaviors by those that know the system is flawed.”
― Steven Magee

“Freedom is the fulcrum of responsibility.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Rowdy Scientist: Handbook of Humanitarian Science

“If I speak of freedom and liberty but advance neither, I am a rogue charlatan exploiting priceless principles to sell my audience worthless ideals. As such, I should be stripped of all freedom and liberty and be enslaved to the ideals that I recklessly propagate. And this should be done so that I might come to understand the priceless nature of that which I am abusing, and the abomination of that which I am selling.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“I'd be a fool to not fear something so fierce."
I swallow. "And are you not? A fool, that is."
He stands then, holding my gaze until he's the one looking down on me. "Not anymore.”
― 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

“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