Jenna Bayley-Burke · 248 pages
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“Love. It is an incredible sensation. An amazing gift. All consuming and yet as light as a whisper. Once you've been in love you don't ever want to find yourself out of it.”
― Jenna Bayley-Burke, quote from Compromising Positions
“Raise your expectations. If he thinks you’re worth it he’ll rise to the occasion.”
― Jenna Bayley-Burke, quote from Compromising Positions
“Never give someone more than you’re willing to lose,”
― Jenna Bayley-Burke, quote from Compromising Positions
“That brief moment of being loved is worth any pain you have to endure at losing it.”
― Jenna Bayley-Burke, quote from Compromising Positions
“The man had a body that made her want to learn how to carve marble.”
― Jenna Bayley-Burke, quote from Compromising Positions
“Strange though it may seem, people rarely show such enthusiasm as when they are seeking the proof of a ghost story—the soul gathers all this sort of thing to its hungry bosom.”
― Halldór Kiljan Laxness, quote from Independent People
“Can’t promise I’ll stay. That would be lying. And I’m so, so tired of lies.”
― Ellen Hopkins, quote from Tricks
“Wait!"
What?" I lowered my cup hastily, wondering if maybe there was a stray hair, or worse, a newly boiled bug inside my cup.
You got to smell it first. It's the proper way to cup coffee."
Cup coffee?"
Taste it."
What? Are you the coffee police or something?”
― Justina Chen, quote from North of Beautiful
“You next saw her when the incident occurred?”
“That’s correct.”
“Did you try to figure out what was happening?”
“You’re not military, you don’t understand how we work. I’m not supposed to ask questions. I was just following orders.”
“What orders were those?”
“We have a duty to protect civilians.”
“So there wasn’t a specific order that drove your decision?”
“Now you’re nitpicking.”
“We’re being exact, Major. We’d appreciate it if you tried to do the same.”
― Amie Kaufman, quote from These Broken Stars
“Forever, Tom thought. Maybe he’d never go back to the States. It was not so much Europe itself as the evenings he had spent alone, here and in Rome, that made him feel that way. Evenings by himself simply looking at maps, or lying around on sofas thumbing through guidebooks. Evenings looking at his clothes - his clothes and Dickie’s - and feeling Dickie’s rings between his palms, and running his fingers over the antelope suitcase he had bought at Gucci’s. He had polished the
suitcase with a special English leather dressing, not that it needed polishing
because he took such good care of it, but for its protection. He loved possessions,
not masses of them, but a select few that he did not part with. They gave a man
self-respect. Not ostentation but quality, and the love that cherished the quality.
Possessions reminded him that he existed, and made him enjoy his existence. It was as simple as that. And wasn’t that worth something? He existed. Not many people in the world knew how to, even if they had the money. It really didn’t take
money, masses of money, it took a certain security. He had been on the road to it,
even with Marc Priminger. He had appreciated Marc’s possessions, and they were
what had attracted him to the house, but they were not his own, and it had been
impossible to make a beginning at acquiring anything of his own on forty dollars a week. It would have taken him the best years of his life, even if he had economised stringently, to buy the things he wanted. Dickie’s money had given
him only an added momentum on the road he had been travelling. The money
gave him the leisure to see Greece, to collect Etruscan pottery if he wanted (he had
recently read an interesting book on that subject by an American living in Rome),
to join art societies if he cared to and to donate to their work. It gave him the leisure, for instance, to read his Malraux tonight as late as he pleased, because he did not have to go to a job in the morning. He had just bought a two-volume edition of Malraux’s Psychologic de I’art which he was now reading, with great pleasure, in French with the aid of a dictionary.”
― Patricia Highsmith, quote from The Talented Mr. Ripley
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