The clouds won't shatter my dreams, but this is a story about how I lost myself to the storm."" And something's got me tethered to you..."" Always to you..."" They think I'm crazy... I love him. I swear, I do."" Then why are you here, T?"" Esto ES complicate, Eli. It's all the lies I made up to get away from you, the distance I drove to free myself, that's brought me here. It's that moment before your kiss and the sound of my name on your lips. Furthermore, it's you that's taken me the five miles I needed to be where you are. I won't run again."“What are we doing?”“We’re LIVING.

— Nadège Richards

The first kiss is the deepest."" The last breath is the hardest.

— Nadège Richards

There goes the girl with the wings," they say. "The damned dreamer with her eyes shut to the world."" There goes the misguided soul with her heart buried in the ground." They taunt. They lie. Furthermore, they lie. THEY LIE. I don't pretend to understand life. THEY LIE.

— Nadège Richards

There is no sanctity. This is the downfall of innocence.

— Nadège Richards

There's a story here. A catastrophic silence where our thoughts and feelings collide ... Where your sweetness overrides my senses and our bodies move to the same tune. The same song. The same melody. The same stroke. The same rhythm. It's our story, Trinity, and it's just begging to be told.

— Nadège Richards

The sun rises in the east every morning and falls in the west, Ayden. Darkness are awakened and fate is tested, destinies are foreseen. Thy soul the only enemy, a hero is born. A new light rises once again...

— Nadège Richards

The things that could be controlled, though, was this moment. And Elijah kissed me like it was a natural-born instinct. We had our story and they had theirs. No, ours wasn’t exactly beautiful or magical, or any of those things they made us believe in. More often than not, we cried and were reckless with every decision. Those feelings we held onto at that moment were ever-changing; we did the impossible and never doubted for a second that we’d do it again. Because in our story there were no rules to hold us back or people to judge and misuse us. We were limitless.“Our love,” Elijah breathed against my lips, “will be infamous. And that’s our secret.” I nodded with my eyes still closed and allowed his touch to overwhelm me. Every moment with him was like a walk in the dark, a dive into the forbidden deep. And unlike the others—I welcomed the darkness.“Make love to me,” I whispered. They were words uttered before, but this time they held the weight of the moment and our will to never let it go. Eli needed no further permission, and he encased me—consumed my very being—with his soft kisses and soothing caresses. Everywhere he touched flared and burned. And I flew.

— Nadège Richards

This is a story about survival. Letting go and learning to let in. Getting along and moving on. The truth about life. The things left unsaid...

— Nadège Richards

This proves the significance of individualism; being able to face the music, to embrace it, and then create something beautiful from it. You can’t truly be happy unless you’re unhappy sometimes and the pinnacle of life can only be reached when one can carve their own path.

— Nadège Richards

Today is yesterday's victory, yesterday is tomorrow's conquest, and tomorrow is today's war. Though I face death, I am not fearsome.

— Nadège Richards