Courtney Milan Quotes
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You see, I'm not some shiny bauble to be strung onto a necklace and displayed for all the world to see. I'm too proud to ever be anyone's conquest.
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The question wasn’t when things had changed. It was this: When had he decided to simply accept society’s rules, to play the game precisely as it had been laid out by those who already had power?
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It had been so long since anyone had made her feel fluttery. It felt like winter sunshine – something to be savored because it surely wouldn’t last.
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Miss Fairfield had a gift for taking a beautiful concept and then marring it beyond all recognition.
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“Are you really left-handed?” Mr. Marshall asked. “No. I’ve just been pretending to use my left hand my entire life because I enjoy never being able to work scissors properly.
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Friendship was a concept men bandied about to save face when they were rejected.
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When someone falls,” Mark said, “you don’t throw her back down in the dirt. You offer her a hand up. It’s the Christian thing to do.
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“Do Chinese dragons even eat people?” “She lives in the Bay Area,” I say severely. “She eats a Westernized diet.
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Maybe that’s what I have been looking for. When storms and rockslides threaten, I am looking for someone who will hold on to me and not let go.
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One could push a pack of truths together to make one despicable falsehood.
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He held her for a minute, then two, then three, simply holding her and committing to memory what he could not have in life.
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"I’ve escaped from the dreadful clutches of a nap,” she announced to the road.
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This is why people are so hard to understand. I cannot even estimate their gravitational pull.
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I spent my day as I normally spend my days: threatening suppliers, bullying those who are not in line with my expectations, and generally creating havoc in the lives of others. The square across the street is empty of all but the pigeons. I find myself resenting them.
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All soldiers dreamed of armistice, after all.
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It was like coming home to a place that he held dear and finding that the wood had burnt to the ground and the house was in ruins.
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It reminded him of the cacophony of an orchestra as it tuned its instruments: dissonance, suddenly resolving into harmony. It was the rumble, not of thunder, but its low, rolling precursor, trembling on the horizon.
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Oh, thank God. It wasn’t the penis talk.
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"Work your way on to number twelve,” she snapped. “Number eleven wants nothing more to do with you.
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Men touch their horses to calm them,” she said distantly. “They caress their falcons to remind them that they are bound. Touch smacks of ownership, and I am weary of being a possession.
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I had to outrun the person you all believed me to be.
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His Grace explained his choice of bride as follows: “Why would I take a conventional wife, when I could have an extraordinary one?
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Forty-nine is extremely young. If forty-nine is not young, that would make me old, and I am not old. I have reached the age of maturity to which all humans must particularly aspire; to dismiss this pinnacle of perfection as old age is to demean all of humankind.
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What can I say? I have a thing for women who carry heavy books and know how to use them