Hands are the medium of expression, as eyes are the windows to the soul. — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“I don't even know how long she sobs. Time ceases to pass, and she cries, cries, cries. Clutches me and makes these sounds of a soul being ripped in two, the grief so long denied taking its toll. Fermented grief… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“My prerogative as your father is to break the face of anyone who fucks with you. And I will, whether you like it or… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“Your brothers…do they all look like you?” I couldn’t help asking. I really couldn’t. He shot me the smirk again. “I’m the oldest,… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“I'm in battle mode. Shut down. Hard. I'm not Hunter anymore. I'm Lance Corporal Lee, USMC. Semper Fi, bitches.” — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“Empty Sex is like Pringles: You can eat million of them, but they never really fill you up. If you want to be truly… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“I will always love you. You saved me, Rania.” “No, you saved me.” “We saved each other, then,” — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“Yeah. I know why she cuts. I just don’t know the seed-reason. It’s deep inside her, and it’ll take time and patience to get… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“Nothing. It is nothing. Stop worrying about me." "I can't stop worrying about you.” — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
Compassion and pity are not the same: pity is looking down on someone, feeling sorry for them and offering nothing; compassion is seeing their… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“You’re so fucking gloriously gorgeous that I literally cannot stand it. I’m having to remind myself to keep breathing, because you take my breath… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“Messy hair, uncombed, gel-free, un-styled and perfectly imperfect.” — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
