Quotes from Kirsten Miller

You really love her, don't you?" Love is too small a word for what I feel. How do I explain that before Kat, nothing was real?... "Yes," I tell Busara. "I love her. Kat's my whole world.

No," I say. "I'm not leaving her." Martin rolls his eyes. "Do I need to call security?" he asks. "Go ahead. Call them," I say. "I will kill every person who comes into this room.

Ya estás aquí- fue todo lo que le dijo antes de tomarla entre sus brazos, inclinarse y besarla.

Her good, solid, middle-class mother had tried so hard to iron out her rough edges—and blamed herself when she realized she hadn't succeeded. Those rough edges had rubbed quite a few people the wrong way. Somehow Jo had always sensed those weren't the kind of people she wanted around her. And as she grew older, she saw that those who wanted girls to be docile and disciplined were often the same people who took advantage of them.

Still, she experienced a pang, like a spasm in an organ that had been removed or a cramp in a phantom limb. It faded quickly, and she knew that was the last pain of its kind she would feel. A woman much like her had once loved a man who looked like him. Neither of those people existed anymore.

Ella estaba sentada en la cumbre de una colina, contemplando Roma. El sol de la tarde volvía oro las estructuras de la ciudad. —Jamás pensé que llegaríamos a este lugar —dijo ella. —Y yo tuve fe en que lo haríamos. Él tomó la mano de ella y le plantó un beso. —¿Todo ha terminado? —Por ahora —respondió él.

never brag about your expertise. Instead, wait for the opportunity to showcase your skills and watch all the jaws drop.

Fucking witch. You say that as if it's an insult,

Wisdom and maturity were supposed to go hand in hand. Nessa had turned forty-eight in February, and she still didn't have a clue.

For the first time in my life, I was alone. And for the first time in my life, I knew what the hell I was doing.

Nothing ages a person like poverty and misery

If you think the person you're following has spotted you, turn and have a nice chat with a stranger on the street. The stranger may think you're a lunatic, but the person you're tailing will think you're harmless.

But the Bible says 'do not kill,'" Nessa reminded her grandmother. "The Commandments only apply to humans," said the older woman. "Nobody goes to hell for killing a monster.

When they'd first met in their twenties, he'd seemed like such a fascinating mystery. Unfortunately it hadn't taken long to solve it. By the time they were married, Harriet had realized that everything he did was completely predictable. He valued money, sex, status, and food, in that order. Chase was a very simple creature.

Most painful of all, she mourned the time she could have spent with her daughter. She'd tried so hard to prove she was good enough. And now, with a few simple sentences, Harriett had explained it so plainly. Jo had been good enough all along. They'd made her feel like a failure, when the truth was, they just hadn't wanted her around. There was nothing she could have done.

That anger's like rocket fuel," she told Jo. "Either it pushes you forward or it burns you alive.

Kat was my best friend and my family for ten whole years, but I don't think I ever spoke her name in front of my parents. She belonged to my world, not theirs. She was none of Grant and Irene's business.

Of course, everyone who saw us assumed we were boyfriend and girlfriend. Or, thanks to my kishka, maybe they assumed we weren't - but that I wanted more. What no one could understand is that there was nothing bigger than what we had. Kat was my best friend, and I was hers, and that was everything.

Jij bent uitgekozen omdat jij de enige was die Kiki niet zelf hoefde te zoeken. Jij hebt háár gevonden. Dat maakt jou heel bijzonder. - Varoesjka

You know the Wicked Witch of Tenth Street? - Ananka's mother, to Principal Wickham

Who's Thyrza?" Molly asked. "What? Oh, some World War II femme fatale. Amelia Beauregard's boyfriend ran away with her." "That was my grandmother's name.

You know how to tail people?" I asked. My mother shrugged and kept her mouth shut, but her devilish smile said everything.

Because for people like me, there are two hells," Nessa said. "One where there's fire and brimstone and another filled with rich white people. And I don't want you beating up the first person who asks me to get them a drink.

Harriet greeted Chase with all the enthusiasm she would have shown a chin hair.