My Dearest Enemy Quotes

“Where will you go? What will you do?" he demanded.

"That need be no concern of yours--"

"The hell it isn't!" he shouted. "Everything about you is my concern."

She opened her mouth to deny this but the look of him stopped her. For a long tense moment he studied her and when he spoke his voice was low and furious and yearning.

"I don't give a bloody damn if I never share your bed, your name, or your house -- you are still my concern. You can leave, take yourself from my ken, disappear for the rest of my life but you cannot untangle yourself from my -- my concern. That I have of you, Miss Bede, for that, at least, I do not need your permission."

His words shocked her. She looked decades hence and she saw a specter of what might have been haunting her every moment, her every act, for the rest of her life.

"Your concern is misplaced."

"It's mine to misplace," he said steadily.”
― Connie Brockway, My Dearest Enemy

“At best she’s a scrawny, hollow-eyed croneling.” “Croneling?” John tilted his head in perplexity. “Croneling. Noun. One who has yet to achieve cronehood. The adolescent phase of the British crone,” Avery lectured.”
― Connie Brockway, My Dearest Enemy: A Novel

“Come on, Avery." Fresh tears stained her cheeks. Her voice shook. "Wake up,
damn it!" She sobbed, rocking forward and back, her arms wrapping tightly
around his big body. "Don't you want to shout at me for disobeying you, you
overbearing, domineering male?"
She squeezed her eyes shut and bit hard on her lip. He couldn't die. He was too
stubborn, too alive, too vigorous. And she couldn't lose him. She loved him too
much.
"I… am a… gentleman," she heard him gasp. "I never shout at women.”
― Connie Brockway, My Dearest Enemy

“Avery?" she whispered.
He gathered her closer, his eyes still closed.

"Avery?"

"Shh." His voice was low and infinitely sad. "Hush. Tomorrow's waiting outside this door. It's crouching there in an ocean of words and uncertainties. But it's not here yet and we are. Lily. Lillian. Love. I'm begging you. Let me love you again. Let me love you all night long." She answered with a kiss.”
― Connie Brockway, My Dearest Enemy

“Foolish Lily," he said. "Don't you know why I haven't touched you? Didn't you guess that once you were in my arms I would never let you go?”
― Connie Brockway, My Dearest Enemy

“My attraction to her is doubtless based on my sudden immersion into the absolute foreign company of women, a chronological receptiveness, and certain chemicals in the body." He scowled. "And her eyes.”
― Connie Brockway, My Dearest Enemy

“mealy-mouthed. My mother would fillet any man who made such a ridiculous statement.” Both men glanced at Lily who, having seen Kathy’s son restored to her, had regained her seat, and was listening quietly. She lifted her dark eyes to her daughter’s. “Quite right, Jenny,” she said serenely with a smile at her husband.”
― Connie Brockway, My Dearest Enemy: A Novel

“El día de mañana nos espera detrás de esa puerta. Está ahí agazapado, un oceano de palabras e incertidumbres. Pero todavía no ha llegado hasta aquí y nosotros sí.”
― Connie Brockway, My Dearest Enemy

“El amor no es una recompensa, es una oportunidad. Una oportunidad de ser algo más. cuando un hombre o una mujer tienen esa oportunidad, deben aceptarla, sea cual sea el riesgo.”
― Connie Brockway, My Dearest Enemy

“A veces solo tenemos una oportunidad, solo tenemos un segundo para decidir el curso de nuestra vida.”
― Connie Brockway, My Dearest Enemy

“Lo que es estupido es esforzarse por lograr algo que nunca será nuestro.”
― Connie Brockway, My Dearest Enemy

“Este tipo de atracciones son tan poderosas como las incontrolables corrientes marinas”
― Connie Brockway, My Dearest Enemy

“Las pequeñas batallas son solo un preludio para guerras amyores”
― Connie Brockway, My Dearest Enemy

“La mala hierba no muere tan fácilmente.”
― Connie Brockway, My Dearest Enemy

“La mala hierba no muere tan fácilmente.

Del odio al amor”
― Connie Brockway, My Dearest Enemy