Ed Lee Quotes

You can't expect a wolf to play with you and not eventually bite.

Occasionally you can hear her howl, when the sky is black and the moon is full.

You can only hurt a woman so many times before her fangs grow sharp, her claws scratch deep, and her eyes become blades.

She's the kind of girl who brings you to the moon without you even being aware. The kind of girl you trip on love with. The kind of girl you never forget.

You're too sane for a lunatic girl like me. You live in reality, while I tango in the jungle of my imagination making love to firecracker dreams.

When you committed to love me, cherish me, be only with me, protect my heart, I took all that literally. Silly me.

His fangs sank deep into my heart. He made me his. He possessed me like a demon and loved me like his life depended on it.

I like your mind when it plays with mine. We harmonize, like a dirty sweet symphony.

Don't blame my heart's appetite for how it chooses to feast, for my heart is a wild lover, an all-consuming beast.

He smelled like a wolf and I knew I should run, instead I opened my heart and invited him in for a bite.

Don't analyze her love. Just turn the green light on and move into her soul.

I loved you unabashedly in the rain, you were real, raw, accustomed to pain. I loved you mostly in the rain, where you exposed your broken soul, unashamed, dancing despite it all.

We didn't just bump into each other or randomly meet. It was more like a soul collision, meant to be.

When it comes to matters of the heart and soul, I'm not a falling kind of girl. I'm more of a slamming, crashing, erupting...

Accidental, unintended connections are the best concocted by the universe long before realizing the moon's heartbeat was waiting for you.

Sometimes, the only things in this world that make sense are the moon, my madness and your hands messing up my hair, while your teeth sink into my soul.

Trying not to let your lack of depth bring out the irritable in me-- there is only so much shallow an ocean can handle.

Kiss with your soul, where lips can never reach. Touch with your eyes, penetrate deep. Love every part, fully, complete.

You are the calmest, fiercest person I know, and that is enough to draw me into your world and woo me into your heart. I've always enjoyed a good paradox and puzzle. You are no exception.

You have that faraway look in your eyes that makes me want to pull you into my dreams, bring you to your knees worshiping me - desperately. You, the nectar and the muse of my poetry.

You carry stories under your bright sad eyes, bag loads and I wish to god I could help you unload.

I could make love with you until the mood decides to never glow again.

Promise me you'll stay and I promise to haunt you in the most heavenly way - with dark devotion and deep emotion.

You will be my thunder. I'll be your lightning. Even the heavens will rage with jealousy.

Take me to that special place where you kiss me and the world forgets to exist.

Sometimes the enemy walks beside you, holds your hand and kisses your pretty lips.

Your eyes were the bait luring me into your world. Your kiss was the trap door keeping me prisoner there.

When you find your twin flame you also find your freedom, for there is nothing more exhilarating, wild and free than absolute soul love.

Nothing is impossible because the only obstacle is you

Some people say you pick up the Dirty Boogie where you left it off. Others say you pick it up where you would have been had you never gotten off it.

Don't you oh well me, sir, " Miss Maudie replied, recognizing Jem's fatalistic noises, "you are not old enough to appreciate what I said.

Accept no limitations and you'll have no limitations.

Now listen, we need to be quiet as mice. No, quieter than that. As quiet as . . . as . . .” “Dead mice?” Reynie suggested. “Perfect, ” said Kate with an approving nod. “As quiet as dead mice.

There is adventure in finding compelling stories and exploring complex issues in challenging environments, but there is also a responsibility to tell those stories accurately and objectively.

Women, on the other hand, had to wield their intellects like a scythe, hacking away against the stubborn underbrush of low expectations.

I love the echoes of a home filled to the rim with poetry, books and art.

Her skin smells of vintage books and pale moonlight, exotic things, forbidden loves and rainy nights.

He loved her like a roaring lion, even when she was most unlovable, and there's a lot to be said for that...that kind of fierce, raging, omnipotent love.

Something is wrong with me, it's something about me. it has to be me because all those people cannot have changed.

He was letting you break your icons one by one. he was letting you reduce him to the status of a human being.

Too much war, hatred and fear in the world.Desperately needed: More art, love and poetry.

Don't think for second you are not a badass warrior. That's precisely your problem, you don't realize how amazingly brilliant and super kickass you are. Your potential is only limited by your mind.

I could make love with you until the moon decides to never glow again.

She's the kind of girl who brings you to the moon without you even being aware. The kind of girl you trip in love with, The kind of girl you never forget.

Love is not perfection. Love is when two imperfect people choose not to give up on each other.

We’re your friends. Our job is to tease you mercilessly about your foibles, rag you about your upright, honorable nature, and point out to you when you’re being a complete dolt.

You never know. Somebody can seem cool and then you look in their music library and there's Katy Perry.

People have a habit of doing everyday things even under the oddest conditions.

Persecution comes from people who are prejudiced.

It is well that war is so terrible, or we should grow too fond of it.