Quote by Deborah Wilde Download Open image ““I was a moth to his flame. And that always worked out so well for the moth.”” — Deborah Wilde ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.2 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“I am the moth and he is the flame, and I’m going to get burned. I know.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
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“In daylight and up close, he was merciless, all smiles and freckles, the brightest, boldest flame a moth could wish for.” — Alexis Hall Copy Share Image
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“I feel like a moth drawn to the flame.” Contact would hurt, might be fatal, and yet she couldn’t stop herself.” — Nalini Singh Copy Share Image
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“An icy slither ran up my core as I stared at my right hand, its tremors Richter scale violent. Was this my demon-killing ability?… — Deborah Wilde Copy Share Image
“The twin desires to both smack the smug off his face and rip off his pants to see for myself should have negated each… — Deborah Wilde Copy Share Image
“Even when I beat the odds and did well, somehow things overwhelmingly sucked. Thanks for nothing, universe.” — Deborah Wilde Copy Share Image
“What better way to lose that hangover headache than get drunk again? Oh, the joys of being Canadian with socialized health care and legal drinking age of nineteen. After a year (officially) honing that skill, I imbibed at an Olympic level. The red wine on the modular coffee table gleamed in a shaft of sunlight like its position had been… — Deborah Wilde Copy Share
“Even though his ass extended past the seat, it was so rock hard that it didn’t droop over the sides. I checked twice to… — Deborah Wilde Copy Share Image
“The waitress arrived with Leo’s Coke and my water, asking for our orders– pulled pork poutine for me because, bad Jew, and a mushroom… — Deborah Wilde Copy Share Image
“Sports and musicals, the seventh level of Hell.” I gasped, hand to my heart. Ari facepalmed. “Now you’ve done it.” “Grease is the seminal… — Deborah Wilde Copy Share Image
“Mornings after sucked. Walks of shame were a necessary evil, but that didn’t mean I enjoyed shimmying back into the same trollop togs twice. I picked glitter out of my hair, then straightened my sequined top. I was officially decommissioning it. Multiple washings never quite managed to remove the lingering aura of bad decisions I made while wearing party clothes.… — Deborah Wilde Copy Share
“Is this what you want, Nava? Rough and messy where anyone could see?” He’d asked me that same question the first time we’d had… — Deborah Wilde Copy Share Image
“What’s-his-name had started out with all the promise of a wild stallion gallop, but he’d ended up more of a gentle trot. I didn’t… — Deborah Wilde Copy Share Image
“Breathing is an addiction. But once you’ve stopped for an hour, it’s reasonably easy to quit forever.” — Deborah Wilde Copy Share Image
“Even with all the lights off, the room was as bright and insistent as Martha Stewart’s smile.” — Deborah Wilde Copy Share Image
