Courtney Milan Quotes
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She smiled. He’d joked once that he feared her gown might be contagious, but it was her smile that was catching. It caught him now. He felt hooked by it, no desire to do anything except smile back at her.
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“You count,” he said softly. “That’s what it means, to not belong - it means that you count. It wouldn’t be bearable if you didn’t know it would end.
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"Lots of people live on farms,” Violetta added. “Many of them don’t die, I’ve heard.
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Under any other circumstances, he’d have found himself stealing glances all evening. But looking at her was like picking up a luxurious peach and discovering it half taken over by mold.
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She walked away from him with swift, sure strides, as if she knew her destination. As if it had nothing to do with him.
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I’m sure your prick is as massive as your head is thick.
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All trace of the woman he had seen had vanished, leaving behind a shadow with perfect posture and no conversation. She was right. Everyone would wonder if he flirted with her. He wouldn’t even know how to manage it. One couldn’t flirt with a lump.
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There is no such thing as a fallen woman - you just need to look for the man who pushed her.
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If people did not fear me so, how could anyone tolerate me?
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Anything is bearable if you can fight it, but if you must sit back and take it… That breaks you in a way I can’t explain.”
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Here’s the thing: Admitting I’m flirting is a big step for me. I don’t want to be ignored. It hurts, like I’m being told that it’s just me. That I’m flirting, and he’s just handing out equations.
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She was nothing. He had everything. And for what little it was worth, he was embarrassed by his own strength.
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I want solutions, not excuses. Whine to your shrink.
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She wagged a finger at him. “You’re mispronouncing that word.” “Your pardon?” He groped, trying to remember what he’d said. “Suffragette? How does one pronounce it, then?” “Suffragette,” she said, “is pronounced with an exclamation point at the end. Like this: ‘Huzzah! Suffragettes!
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THERE WERE THREE SKILLS that Miss Emily Fairfield had found necessary in her current position in life: lying, smuggling, and - most important of all - scaling walls. It was the last she’d put to use at the moment.
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I’m going to explode,” she muttered. “Into a cloud of dust and despair.
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Sometimes I wish that this quest had not come to me. Justice is an impossible beast to track. The trail is lonely, and she offers no reward when she's caught but the promise of another hunt.
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I knew the instant Margaret spoke that she intended to use me as a weapon. What you fail to understand is this: I am her weapon to use.
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“Ah, the rule that says that women aren’t allowed to be intelligent.” He brushed a kiss against her forehead. “Burn that one to the ground, Violet, and dance on the ashes. And damn anyone who tells you it’s selfish to do so.
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Everything comes easily to Sebastian, don't you know? He drifts because of it - drifts from person to person, thing to thing, gadding about like a butterfly.
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In this world, you’re either playing the game or you’re a pawn on the board.
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For everyone who has carried water in thimbles and teaspoons throughout the centuries. And for all those who continue to do so. For as many centuries as it takes.
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My entire notion of friendship altered when I depended on someone for more than just the pleasant passing of time.
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This wasn’t a case of gilding the lily. If there was a lily underneath all that, it had long since been crushed to a pulp. The party stopped in its tracks as she took off her cloak, frozen in wordless contemplation of a wardrobe that made the word “gaudy” sound sweet and demure by contrast.