Millie Quotes

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Catherine Doyle
“The whole point of being a good friend is being in the darkness. I’ll be your light, until you can be it yourself again.”
Catherine Doyle, Inferno

Amy Harmon
“But it wasn’t. Sex is not the most intimate thing two lovers can do. Even when the sex is beautiful. Even when it’s perfect.” Millie drew a deep breath as if she remembered how perfect it had truly been. “The most intimate thing we can do is to allow the people we love most to see us at our worst. At our lowest. At our weakest. True intimacy happens when nothing is perfect. And I don’t think you’re ready to be intimate with me, David.”
Amy Harmon, The Song of David

J.D. Means
“Everything is inspiration. If you look at the world as the incredible place it is, then each moment is a feast.”
J.D. Means

Catherine Doyle
“But as of this past month, I think something terrifying is happening to me''
'Oh?' I said, matching her pitch.
'Yeah.' She nodded solemnly at the road. 'I'm not sure yet, but I think, I think, I might be a Belieber now'
I clutched at my heart. 'Good God'
'His stuff is just so on point these days, what am I supposed to do? Not listen to it? Not sing along? I'm only human, Soph. A beautiful, hilarious, intelligent human'.”
Catherine Doyle, Mafiosa

Julie   Murphy
“Sometimes we have to break the rules to get what we want. But now I think it’s time we change them.”
Julie Murphy, Puddin'
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Sherry Thomas
“Millie was never possessive, never effusive, and never demonstrative. Her even-tempered approach to her marriage should have been enough to convince everyone that she admired, but did not love, her husband. Yet for years now, his sisters had suspected something else.
Perhaps unrequited love was like a specter in the house, a presence that brushed at the edge of senses, a heat in the dark, a shadow under the sun.”
Sherry Thomas, Ravishing the Heiress

Sherry Thomas
“And why, exactly, was she in no danger from him? Why didn’t he want her with the fervor of a thousand over-heating engines? She ought to be constantly ogled and groped, having to beat him off with her parasol, her fan, and maybe one of her walking boots.”
Sherry Thomas, Ravishing the Heiress

Catherine Doyle
“You know,’ said Millie who was now narrowing her eyes, ‘for someone with such a romantic name, he’s a real killjoy, isn’t he? He’s all, Ooh look at me, I’m sensitive and kind and I have a beautiful long name and pretty eyes, and then BAM! Psyche! I’m going to shoot you. You know what I call that, Soph? I call that false advertising, and I’m pretty sure it’s illegal.”
Catherine Doyle, Mafiosa
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Mercy Brown
“What about Millie?"

"Millie?" he says, spinning back around to face me. "Oh yes, Millie Vagaboss. Let's definitely talk about her." His sarcasm really isn't bad for a Midwestern boy.

"It's none of my business, really," I say as I realize I don't actually want to hear this, most likely.

"No, no, it's your business, especially since you gave her your blessing to basically dry hump me in the van last night."

"What the hell?" I think I feel my nostrils flaring, but I really hope not. "I did?"

"Yeah, thanks for that," he says. "She told me you said there's nothing going on between us, and you were cool if she hooked up with me, like I'm some guy in your personal boy harem and you're giving me to her as a token of your appreciation."

"It was so not like that! Are you kidding me?"

"She was really drunk," he says. "But that was the gist of it, yeah."

Now I'm mad. I have no idea why, since I basically did tell Millie she was free to go for it with Bean.

"What's wrong?" he says. "Did you really expect to find her hiding in my closet? Were you going to fight for my honor or something?"

"Stop making fun of me."

"Stop giving me to your friends like I'm some kind of manslut.”
Mercy Brown, Loud is How I Love You

Zoey Draven
“I loved when he was demanding. When he handled me a little roughly, like he knew I wouldn't break but that instead, I would bloom with his touch”
Zoey Draven, Craving in His Blood