I called her heartless in my rage and despair once, but it wasn't fair. Not once has that been true. Wren has always had a heart.
She's just been taught to ignore it.
The Heart Goes Last, Margaret Atwood
Are you having qualms, Charmaine? asks the little voice in her head.
No, silly, she answers. I'm having dessert. Plum crumble.
The women at her table are making mmm sounds. Red crumbs cling to their lips.
Libertie, Kaitlyn Greenidge
You thought he was braver than he was. You thought he had a bigger imagination. His imagination was a cooking pot with the lid on, boiling.
First Comes Scandal, Julia Quinn
And so she continued in her apparent quest to have the most awkward conversation of her life.
Beautiful World, Where Are You, Sally Rooney
Do you go around my back calling me a girl?
Certainly not. I don't call you anything. Whenever your name comes up, I just get flustered and leave the room.
When We Cease to Understand the World, Benjamin Labatut, translated by Adrian Nathan West
"Today, no one has time for eternity. Only children, children and drunks, not serious people like you, Professor, those on the verge of changing the world. Or am I wrong?" Heisenberg did not answer.
Just Like Heaven, Julia Quinn
"I'm not sure he's looking for a wife just yet," Honoria ventured.
"Nonsense. Every unmarried man is looking for a wife. They just don't always know it."
The Sea of Monsters, Rick Riordan
We only came close to dying six or seven times, which I thought was pretty good.
No One Is Talking About This, Patricia Lockwood
When she set the portal down, the Thread tugged her back toward it. She could not help following it. This might be the one that connected everything, that would knit her to an indestructible coherence.
Our Country Friends, Gary Shteyngart
Look how old we are, they were both thinking. They had spent so much of their lives boarding buses and watching the figure of the other recede in the dust.
The Book of Form and Emptiness, Ruth Ozeki
Books can help. We can make the past into the present, take you back in time and help you remember. We can show you things, shift your realities and widen your world, but the work of waking up is up to you.
A Night Like This, Julia Quinn
She groaned and let her face fall into her hands. She was never going to get out of here. They'd find her dried-up and lifeless body years later, flung over a tuba, two flutes making the sign of the cross.
Matrix, Lauren Groff
How strange, she thinks. Belief has grown upon her. Perhaps, she thinks, it is something like a mold.
Subdivision, J Robert Lennon
"Please leave this location. It is not safe."
"Just because it might be a burned-up wasteland in the future," I argued, "doesn't mean it's dangerous right now."
Intimacies, Katie Kitamura
He loves Miriam, you know. But it is hard to ask her to keep accepting the terms of his love.
The Sum of All Kisses, Julia Quinn
Sarah shot to her feet. "Stop! It's not what you think!"
It was what they always said in novels, after all.
"Very well," she said, taking in the incredulous expressions on both men, "it is what you think."
The Duke Who Didn't, Courtney Milan
"Everyone needs help from time to time, Chloe. Especially women who want revenge through sauce empires."
This Is How It Always Is, Laurie Frankel
"Stories aren't circles," said Roo.
"Stories are all circles," said Penn.
"I don't understand, Daddy," Rigel and Orion said together.
"No one understands," said Penn. "Stories are very mysterious. That's their other point. To tell themselves. And to be mysterious."
The Sentence, Louise Erdrich
'What I'm trying to say is that a certain sentence of the book--a written sentence, a very powerful sentence--killed Flora.'
Louise was silent. After a few moments she spoke.
'I wish I could write a sentence like that.'
The Confession of Copeland Cane, Keenan Norris
I was feeling a pattern progressing: whenever somethin' real bad was set to happen against me, mugs put it in a letter and mailed it. Institutions wadn't messin' with no email and whatnot; when it came to the big verdicts, straight analog.
The Trees, Percival Everett
"There might be some civil rights violations involved," Hind said.
"Whose civil rights?"
"I don't know yet."
"I ask because you have to have civil rights in order for them to be violated." Mama Z let that hang in the air.
In Concrete, Anne Garreta, translated by Emma Ramadan
Time thickens like the darkness. It gets viscous like a sugar syrup or a settling blackberry jam. Then, finally, frozen stiff.
A History of Wild Places, Shea Ernshaw
My sister is afraid of the dark: of the trees at our border, the moon hanging too low in the sky, the stars pinwheeling down to crush us. She scurries indoors when it rains, while I stand in the open and beckon down the sky.
The Personal Librarian, Marie Benedict & Victoria Christopher Murray
I laugh, then slip my vivid red scarf around my neck and let it trail behind me sinuously as I turn away. "Have a good day, gentlemen."
Several People Are Typing, Calvin Kasulke
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People We Meet on Vacation, Emily Henry
"You have to stop making me laugh."
"You have to stop assuming I'm joking when I'm talking about robbing art museums."
Nervous System, Lina Meruane
And she remained behind him, the Lady, like a howl.
The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy, Julia Quinn
"Does my brother know you're so violent?"
"He might by the end of the day," Iris muttered. She picked up her speed.
Star Wars: Last Shot, Daniel Jose Older
Han had no idea how a two-year-old could have such ancient eyes. It was as if Ben had been waiting around for a millennium to show up at just this moment in history.
The Duke and I, Julia Quinn
Simon glanced from brother to brother and it became perfectly clear why Daphne must still be unmarried.
We Could Be Heroes, Mike Chen
"Come on, let's steal this guy's car."
"Zoe. That's good news," Jamie said, "but also can we not just go on a crime spree?"
The Viscount Who Loved Me, Julia Quinn, x2
"Can you give a man a black eye? Knock him to the ground?"
Daphne grinned wickedly. "Ask my husband."
When Katie Met Cassidy, Camille Perri
"Just because I cried that one time we did shrooms doesn't mean you can see into my soul."
The Christie Affair, Nina de Gramont
The English love of tea as solution to life's ills does make us easy to poison.
Star Wars: The High Republic: Into the Dark, Claudia Gray
The risks, which had previously been theoretical, stood out more sharply to Reath. But he didn’t quail. Learning was most powerful when it was made real.
The Maidens, Alex Michaelides
It was strange, she thought, how moments of extreme clarity often had the same texture as drunkenness.
The Cartographers, Peng Shepherd
Could a perfect map only be developed for a perfect world? Or would the perfect map make the world within it perfect? he'd ask.
But now, Felix heard the words with new, frightening clarity.
Damnation Spring, Ash Davidson
He held a glass under a faucet, drank off half. It flashed in his hand and he fumbled, set it on the counter, water sloshing: a tiny fish, small and silver, like someone had folded a dime in half and dropped it in alive.
The Dating Plan, Sara Desai
"Are you sulking?" She stared at him, incredulous. "The big venture capitalist who just closed the company's fourth fund at $350 million is sulking because he was bested at negotiating the purchase of a traditional Indian wedding outfit for a fake wedding that will last ten minutes by a frail sixty-year-old woman for whom English is a second language?"
"She wasn't frail."
The Survivors, Jane Harper
Kieran blinked and began to walk, the elusive thought creeping alongside him, always just out of reach. He chased it, without success, the whole way back.
The Bad Muslim Discount, Syed M Massood
Turned out that being with someone is an acquired skill. There is an art to it. Basically, you have to watch your partner take a chisel--or a war hammer, depending on the day--and chip away at the ideal version of them that you've created in your mind.
The Kingdom of Back, Marie Lu
"I am your guardian, Nannerl, not your demise."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Everyone always thinks they are protecting me."
Mind Games, Shana Silver
"Some girls prefer flowers, but I like to give the gift of detached body parts."
Arsenic and Adobo, Mia P Manansala
A painting of the Last Supper graced the wall where we seated large parties, so our diners could eat awkwardly below it as they contemplated their sins.
The Hunting Wives, May Cobb
"And I can tell you're not focusing like I told you to do. Here, more wine for you," she says, and swaps the gun for a full glass.
A River Enchanted, Rebecca Ross
His face was as composed as music, a language she couldn't read.
The Heart Principle, Helen Hoang
Objectively speaking, I'm average in the looks department, and I dislike people lying to me about it. If someone's going to lie to make others feel good, it better be me.
An Offer from a Gentleman, Julia Quinn, x2
"What are you smiling about," Benedict demanded.
She didn't bother to glance up as she replied, "I'm plotting your demise."
Enchantee: All That Glitters, Gita Trelease
She felt Lazare's gaze on the side of her face, intense as summer's light. Like possibility.
How to Marry Keanu Reeves in 90 Days, KM Jackson
Shit. Coolness, where are you? Why have you forsaken me?
Sankofa, Chibundu Onuzo
A sense of rightness, a sense of self. It was nothing when you had it. You hardly noticed. But once it was missing, it was like a sliver of fruit on a long sea voyage, the difference between bleeding gums and survival.
Romancing Mister Bridgerton, Julia Quinn, x2
In other news, Honoria Smythe-Smith's violin was damaged when Lady Danbury accidentally knocked it off a table while waving her cane.
Light from Uncommon Stars, Ryka Aoki
Her voice sounded like ashes surrounded by fire, yet too tired to burn.
The Final Revival of Opal & Nev, Dawnie Walton
I attracted so much attention just strutting down the street. All that energy--horror, delight, sex, disgust--it would warm me up and then bounce off. Whatever you gave to me, I threw it right back at you, and every day was a performance.
And...
But aren't we supposed to be better and smarter because of the challenging art that makes us uncomfortable? Isn't the culture better for it? Or does that only apply when heterosexual cisgender white men do the challenging?
To Sir Phillip, With Love, Julia Quinn, x2
It occurred to Phillip (as he was pinned up against the wall with two sets of hands around his throat) that Eloise might have given him a bit more warning.
People We Meet on Vacation, Emily Henry
"You have to stop making me laugh."
"You have to stop assuming I'm joking when I'm talking about robbing art museums."
Nervous System, Lina Meruane
And she remained behind him, the Lady, like a howl.
The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy, Julia Quinn
"Does my brother know you're so violent?"
"He might by the end of the day," Iris muttered. She picked up her speed.
Star Wars: Last Shot, Daniel Jose Older
Han had no idea how a two-year-old could have such ancient eyes. It was as if Ben had been waiting around for a millennium to show up at just this moment in history.
The Duke and I, Julia Quinn
Simon glanced from brother to brother and it became perfectly clear why Daphne must still be unmarried.
We Could Be Heroes, Mike Chen
"Come on, let's steal this guy's car."
"Zoe. That's good news," Jamie said, "but also can we not just go on a crime spree?"
The Viscount Who Loved Me, Julia Quinn, x2
"Can you give a man a black eye? Knock him to the ground?"
Daphne grinned wickedly. "Ask my husband."
When Katie Met Cassidy, Camille Perri
"Just because I cried that one time we did shrooms doesn't mean you can see into my soul."
The Christie Affair, Nina de Gramont
The English love of tea as solution to life's ills does make us easy to poison.
Star Wars: The High Republic: Into the Dark, Claudia Gray
The risks, which had previously been theoretical, stood out more sharply to Reath. But he didn’t quail. Learning was most powerful when it was made real.
The Maidens, Alex Michaelides
It was strange, she thought, how moments of extreme clarity often had the same texture as drunkenness.
The Cartographers, Peng Shepherd
Could a perfect map only be developed for a perfect world? Or would the perfect map make the world within it perfect? he'd ask.
But now, Felix heard the words with new, frightening clarity.
Damnation Spring, Ash Davidson
He held a glass under a faucet, drank off half. It flashed in his hand and he fumbled, set it on the counter, water sloshing: a tiny fish, small and silver, like someone had folded a dime in half and dropped it in alive.
The Dating Plan, Sara Desai
"Are you sulking?" She stared at him, incredulous. "The big venture capitalist who just closed the company's fourth fund at $350 million is sulking because he was bested at negotiating the purchase of a traditional Indian wedding outfit for a fake wedding that will last ten minutes by a frail sixty-year-old woman for whom English is a second language?"
"She wasn't frail."
The Survivors, Jane Harper
Kieran blinked and began to walk, the elusive thought creeping alongside him, always just out of reach. He chased it, without success, the whole way back.
The Bad Muslim Discount, Syed M Massood
Turned out that being with someone is an acquired skill. There is an art to it. Basically, you have to watch your partner take a chisel--or a war hammer, depending on the day--and chip away at the ideal version of them that you've created in your mind.
The Kingdom of Back, Marie Lu
"I am your guardian, Nannerl, not your demise."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Everyone always thinks they are protecting me."
Mind Games, Shana Silver
"Some girls prefer flowers, but I like to give the gift of detached body parts."
Arsenic and Adobo, Mia P Manansala
A painting of the Last Supper graced the wall where we seated large parties, so our diners could eat awkwardly below it as they contemplated their sins.
The Hunting Wives, May Cobb
"And I can tell you're not focusing like I told you to do. Here, more wine for you," she says, and swaps the gun for a full glass.
A River Enchanted, Rebecca Ross
His face was as composed as music, a language she couldn't read.
The Heart Principle, Helen Hoang
Objectively speaking, I'm average in the looks department, and I dislike people lying to me about it. If someone's going to lie to make others feel good, it better be me.
An Offer from a Gentleman, Julia Quinn, x2
"What are you smiling about," Benedict demanded.
She didn't bother to glance up as she replied, "I'm plotting your demise."
Enchantee: All That Glitters, Gita Trelease
She felt Lazare's gaze on the side of her face, intense as summer's light. Like possibility.
How to Marry Keanu Reeves in 90 Days, KM Jackson
Shit. Coolness, where are you? Why have you forsaken me?
Sankofa, Chibundu Onuzo
A sense of rightness, a sense of self. It was nothing when you had it. You hardly noticed. But once it was missing, it was like a sliver of fruit on a long sea voyage, the difference between bleeding gums and survival.
Romancing Mister Bridgerton, Julia Quinn, x2
In other news, Honoria Smythe-Smith's violin was damaged when Lady Danbury accidentally knocked it off a table while waving her cane.
Light from Uncommon Stars, Ryka Aoki
Her voice sounded like ashes surrounded by fire, yet too tired to burn.
The Final Revival of Opal & Nev, Dawnie Walton
I attracted so much attention just strutting down the street. All that energy--horror, delight, sex, disgust--it would warm me up and then bounce off. Whatever you gave to me, I threw it right back at you, and every day was a performance.
But aren't we supposed to be better and smarter because of the challenging art that makes us uncomfortable? Isn't the culture better for it? Or does that only apply when heterosexual cisgender white men do the challenging?
To Sir Phillip, With Love, Julia Quinn, x2
It occurred to Phillip (as he was pinned up against the wall with two sets of hands around his throat) that Eloise might have given him a bit more warning.
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