The Butcher Quotes

“Power and wealth can be taken away—and all that’s left is your word. If you don’t have that, then you don’t have anything. He betrayed his word when he betrayed you, so he betrayed himself. There was a chance of redemption by being honest with you, but he chose cowardice instead.”
― Penelope Sky, The Butcher

“Trust is like glass. It takes time to heat and temper, to make it transparent for both parties to see through. But once it’s shattered, there are so many broken pieces on the floor that it’s impossible to put back together. A year may pass, and you’ll step into the kitchen barefoot for a glass of water and get a shard in your heel. And you’ll remember how it got there.”
― Penelope Sky, The Butcher

“You’ll never know what I sound like when I yell because I would never yell at you,”
― Penelope Sky, The Butcher

“Fuck up once, it’s a mistake. Fuck up twice, it’s a habit. Fuck up three times, and it’s your character.”
― Penelope Sky, The Butcher

“What you said about trust being like broken glass, it’s really stuck with me. No matter how many times I sweep, I still step on shards that I missed.”
― Penelope Sky, The Butcher

“Let me give you a life lesson, sweetheart. When someone opens a door, you just walk through it. Don’t wait for it to close because it might be locked the next time you try to open it. Life is fucking hard, and you should use every advantage you have at your disposal. The advantage you have right now is me. Use me.”
― Penelope Sky, The Butcher

“You have your beliefs and that’s fucking fine, but the rest of us don’t. Don’t make carnivores eat asparagus just because you’re a goddamn vegetarian.”
― Penelope Sky, The Butcher

“And anyone who was brave enough to be themselves was the bravest of all.”
― Penelope Sky, The Butcher

“A man should treat a woman with the same respect he treats his boys. If anything, she should be his number one guy.”
― Penelope Sky, The Butcher

“many broken pieces on the floor that it’s impossible to put back together. A year may pass, and you’ll step into the kitchen barefoot for a glass of water and get a shard in your heel. And you’ll remember how it got there.”
― Penelope Sky, The Butcher

“Trust is like glass. It takes time to heat and temper”
― Penelope Sky, The Butcher

“As if I would ever hurt my mother.”
― Penelope Sky, The Butcher

“You’ll never know what I sound like when I yell because I would never yell at you,”
― Penelope Douglas, The Butcher

“Because I loved him for him, not his money, and one day when he realizes women only want him because of the fancy dinners and the nice cars and the big house…he’ll realize he threw away a woman who actually gave a damn about him.”
― Penelope Sky, The Butcher

“Never trust the wrong man to take care of you.”
― Penelope Sky, The Butcher

“habit. Fuck up three times, and it’s your character.”
― Penelope Sky, The Butcher

“Never trust a man to take care of you.” “That’s not the lesson,” I said. “Never trust the wrong man to take care of you. And you are entitled to the community assets of your marriage in the divorce.”
― Penelope Sky, The Butcher

“The first French Emperor of the Senate hereby condemns you to death.”
― Penelope Sky, The Butcher

“don’t want an apology. I want a divorce. I want you to stop popping up in my apartment like you still own me.”
― Penelope Sky, The Butcher

“need”
― Penelope Sky, The Butcher

“Power and wealth can be taken away—and all that’s left is your word. If you don’t have that, then you don’t have anything.”
― Penelope Sky, The Butcher

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” The cigar was still in the corner of my mouth, the smoke drifting to where he stood at the top of the stairs. “Now get your ass down here, or I’ll blow these goddamn stairs and watch you break your neck.” I pulled the grenade from my pocket, the pin still intact—for now.”
― Penelope Sky, The Butcher

“A bunch of guys meeting up on Sundays for pancakes. Pretty cute.”
― Penelope Sky, The Butcher

“Let me explain to you what casual is. Casual is a random text from someone you haven’t seen in two weeks, asking for a hookup. Casual is wearing a condom. Casual is fucking several people at once. Casual is not texting me every day, is not telling me you miss me, not sleeping over and having pancakes the next morning. So, what do you want from me, sweetheart?”
― Penelope Sky, The Butcher

“I don’t care for politics—but if you don’t care for politics, you’ll be governed by your inferiors.”
― Penelope Sky, The Butcher

“There were so many fucking things I wanted to say. So many ways I could prove that she was mine and she wanted to be mine—in no uncertain terms. But I respected the hell out of that woman. Would rather let him win the argument than betray her privacy and dignity.”
― Penelope Sky, The Butcher

“Adrien!” I stormed into his house like it was my own, walked through the entryway that Fleur must have walked in hundreds of times during the years she lived here. “Get your pussy-ass down here, bitch.” In a rush, he appeared at the top of the stairs on the next floor. “Jesus fucking Christ, are you insane?” “Abso-fucking-lutely.” The cigar was still in the corner of my mouth, the smoke drifting to where he stood at the top of the stairs. “Now get your ass down here, or I’ll blow these goddamn stairs and watch you break your neck.” I pulled the grenade from my pocket, the pin still intact—for now. He looked like a deer in the headlights, about to lose his lunch from the sheer panic. But he made the right decision and came down the stairs with haste before he faced me. “What the fuck⁠—” I punched him in the face, and he fell back and hit his head on the bottom step. “Get up.” He winced as he raised his head and checked the wound with his palm, getting blood on the skin. “You could have killed me.” “I know.” I kicked him. “Get up.” He growled before he got to his feet and faced me, blood dripping down his neck and into his shirt. “You didn’t tell her.”
― Penelope Sky, The Butcher

“Adrien!” I stormed into his house like it was my own, walked through the entryway that Fleur must have walked in hundreds of times during the years she lived here. “Get your pussy-ass down here, bitch.” In a rush, he appeared at the top of the stairs on the next floor. “Jesus fucking Christ, are you insane?” “Abso-fucking-lutely.” The cigar was still in the corner of my mouth, the smoke drifting to where he stood at the top of the stairs. “Now get your ass down here, or I’ll blow these goddamn stairs and watch you break your neck.” I pulled the grenade”
― Penelope Sky, The Butcher

“You’re too fucking beautiful for this bullshit. Because if you were mine—” He shut his mouth immediately but kept his eyes locked on mine, like he wished he could take back what he’d said, but it was too late. “You wouldn’t have to make this decision in the first place.”
― Penelope Sky, The Butcher

“I’m a fine piece of ass who doesn’t need this shit. I want a man who keeps his word and is so brutally honest that it’s almost cruel.”
― Penelope Sky, The Butcher