“A great character needs trials to overcome—experiences to give them depth, to make them vulnerable, relatable, and likable. Good characters need hardships to make them strong. The idea makes sense, but it still sucks if you’re the heroine.”
“true beauty comes from inside a person. If you feel beautiful, then you’ll look beautiful to others no matter what’s on the surface.”
“A real man would have fought to be with the woman he loved—social class be damned.”
“We’re Cinder and Ella, woman! We’re supposed to get our fairy-tale ending!”
“Ella, wherever you are, if you’re out there listening, I love you. You are my entire world. You’ve always said you thought Cinder was a coward for doing what the people expected of him instead of following his heart. Well, I’m not a coward. This Prince Cinder chooses his Ellamara. I choose you, Ella, and I’m not going to let you be a coward, either. I’m not going to let my fame scare you away. We’re Cinder and Ella, woman! We’re supposed to get our fairy-tale ending!”
“You want to know why you’ve never been able to make me cry?” I asked. “Because you’re trying to tear down someone who’s already hit rock bottom. You can’t make me feel any worse about myself than I already do.”
“The problem with fairy tales is that most of them begin with tragedy.”
“How about, ‘And they lived happily ever after’?”
“You took away the numbness. You made me remember how to feel, how to care about someone other than myself.”
“Smile for the camara, Ellamara,” he whispered. “I promise I won’t bite.” But even as he promised this, his teeth gently nipped my ear.
Now I did gasp, and he laughed again. “Not hard, anyway.” he amended.”
“EllaTheRealHero : You wouldn ’ t know normal if it bit you on your ridiculously good-looking face.
Cinder458 : You ’ ve never seen my face. How do you know it ’ s good-looking?
EllaTheRealHero : Because no ugly person could have an ego as big as yours.”
“Are you blushing right now, Ellamara?”
“I’m pretty sure even my grandmother is blushing in her grave after that visual, Cinder.”
“The Easter Bunny could have come down the chimney armed with machine guns and opened fire on the house, and everyone would have been less surprised.”
“I couldn’t stop the snort that escaped me. If he really was friends with Cinder, it was no wonder why. They were two peas in a pod.”
He arched a brow at me and folded his arms stiffly over his chest. “I thought you just said Cinder was one of the greatest characters of all time.”
I matched his stubbornness. “Every great character makes mistakes. Cinder was wise by the end and able to rule over his people only because Ellamara taught him how to think beyond himself. He was a great character, but—”
“I know, I know,” Brian interrupted with an over-the-top sight. “Ellamara was the real hero.”
“These aren’t glass slippers,” Brian said, dangling the gloves in the air, “but if I have to try them on every girl in LA to find my princess, I will.”
“he was sporting a leather jacket and a five o’clock shadow that made you want to defy your parents, jump on the back of his motorcycle, and let him drive you off into the sunset after having had his name tattooed somewhere on your body.”
“There are only two kinds of women in the world for me now, Kenneth: Ella and Not Ella. I’ll never be able to settle for anyone but her, and now I’ve lost her again.”
“There are people out there that will be able to see past your scars to the girl inside.”
“My therapist played your interview in front of everyone I know. I was the only one who hadn’t seen it. I had no idea what was going on and everyone stared at me the whole time. I had to watch that interview with my father standing over my shoulder. It was so embarrassing.”
Brian crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow. “My love for you is embarrassing?”
Miracle of miracles, I managed to keep a straight face. “There’s such a thing as subtlety, Brian. You could benefit from a few lessons on the subject.”
I’d been doing well, but when Brian’s face fell into a pout I burst into laughter. “I loved it.”
“Brian Oliver was hot on TV. In person, he was downright mesmerizing.”
“I didn't realize upping our relationship to phone buddies would come with a boyfriend title. Does that mean if we ever meet in person, we'll have to get married?”
“What made you say that?” I was hardly able to speak loud enough to be heard. Brian’s face smoothed out and he shrugged his shoulders. “It was what you were going to say.” “Yes, but how did you know? Why did you say those particular words?” We both knew I already knew the answer. Brian leaned forward in his chair, watching me with a new intensity. His grin turned positively wicked and he whispered, “Say car for me.” Next”
“My heart was breaking, but I knew I’d never be able to give him up even if it was going to hurt every time I spoke to him”
“Brian! Brian! Won’t you give us a statement before you go inside?” Brian stopped walking. A hush fell over the crowd. The atmosphere turned almost reverent as the world waited to hear what Brian Oliver would say. I hoped, for his sake, whatever he came up with was good. I had a feeling this moment of ours was going to go down in Hollywood history. Brian looked at the man and then back at me. His grin spread the entire length of his face and he said, “How about, ‘And they lived happily ever after’?”
“It took all the acting skills I possessed to sound like a politely concerned friend instead of the jealous asshole I was.”
“¿Quieres saber por qué nunca has sido capaz de hacerme llorar? -le pregunte-. Porque tratas de derribar a alguien que ya está tocando fondo.”
“Green Bay? Are you seriously a cheesehead?”
“himself. “I blamed you for my unhappiness.” I closed my eyes against my tears, but they escaped”
“Brian looked at the man and then back at me. His grin spread the entire length of his face and he said, “How about, ‘And they lived happily ever after’?”
“As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect. He was laying on his hard, as it were armor-plated, back and when he lifted his head a little he could see his domelike brown belly divided into stiff arched segments on top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and was about to slide off completely. His numerous legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his eyes.”
“We understand how dangerous a mask can be. We all become what we pretend to be.”
“Under torture you are as if under the dominion of those grasses that produce visions. Everything you have heard told, everything you have read returns to your mind, as if you were being transported, not toward heaven, but toward hell. Under torture you say not only what the inquisitor wants, but also what you imagine might please him, because a bond (this, truly, diabolical) is established between you and him ... These things I know, Ubertino; I also have belonged to those groups of men who believe they can produce the truth with white-hot iron. Well, let me tell you, the white heat of truth comes from another flame.”
“It was no wonder that they thus questioned one another’s actual and bodily existence, and even doubted of their own. So strangely did they meet in the dim wood, that it was like the first encounter, in the world beyond the grave, of the two spirits who had been intimately connected in their former life, but now stood coldly shuddering, in mutual dread, as not yet familiar with their state, more wonted to the companionship of disembodied beings. Each a ghost, and awe-stricken at the other ghost! They were awe-stricken likewise at themselves; because the crisis flung back to them their consciousness, and revealed to each heart its history and experience, as life never does, except at such breathless epochs. The soul beheld its features in the mirror of the passing moment. It was with fear, and tremulously, and, as it were, by a slow, reluctant necessity, that Arthur Dimmesdale put forth his hand, chill as death, and touched the chill hand of Hester Prynne. The grasp, cold as it was, took away what was the dreariest in the interview. They now felt themselves, at last, inhabitants of the same sphere.”
“Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" I asked.
"If I did?"
"I don't like it."
He grinned. "It stays, Angel.”
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