Blindside Quotes

“Did you take lessons in cynical?”
“I did, yes. I was so good at it, I now teach ‘How to be a cynical jerk’ at the local
community college. I can get you discount rates if you want. Just tell them I sent you.”
“And sarcasm?”
“Yep, I have my Masters in sarcasm. I can get you a two-for-one deal if you want.”
Will laughed again. “You would seriously charge me to take one of your hypothetical
classes?”
“Hypothetical is an extra charge,” I told him, sitting down on a bench seat. “And anyway,
I have to make a living somehow. I’d consider prostitution, but it’s against my moral standing to enjoy my work.”
― N.R. Walker, Blindside

“Well, all of us country club ex-wives need a lot of money,” she said. “Sex with the
stable boys at the club isn’t cheap you know.”
I almost choked. “Mom! You made me spit my beer.”
My dearest mother hummed into the phone. “Maybe you wouldn’t be single, darling, if
you learned to swallow properly.”
― N.R. Walker, Blindside

“You know, I’m gonna marry a girl just to piss you off.”
Mom laughed. “Then you’ll deserve estrogen-fuelled psychotic rants about shoes and cellulite.”
“Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Of course it is,” Mom said nonchalantly. “Just like saying all gay men love cock and lesbians love to munch clams.”
― N.R. Walker, Blindside

“I tried to do my bracelet up, but couldn’t get the clasp to fasten, and before I tossed it across the room, Will grabbed my hand and fixed the silver clasp for me.
“Jesus, Mark, surely Batman can do up his own bracelets.”
“Batman. Bat. Man, Will,” I reminded him. “I’m not Magneto.”
― N.R. Walker, Blindside

“I voti furono tradizionali, il che mi sorprese, ma il modo in cui la voce di Isaac si spezzò mi fece venire un groppo in gola. Si aggrappava a Carter come se la sua vita dipendesse da quello e io stavo cominciando a capire quanto fosse vero. Quando ami qualcuno, o nel mio caso, quando finalmente ammetti di amare qualcuno, e loro hanno il tuo cuore tra le mani, doni loro la tua stessa vita”
― N.R. Walker, Blindside

“Si chiama cuore spezzato, Mark"
"È orribile" dissi a voce bassa
"È la cosa peggiore"
"Allora perché lo si fa?" domandai
"Perché ci affliggiamo con l'amore se ci fa sentire così?"
"Perché per quanto tu ti senta male ora, l'amore è un milione di volte meglio”
― N.R. Walker, Blindside

“Will è un ragazzo così dolce. Vorrei che smettessi di pensare a te stesso, lo facessi ubriacare e ti approfittassi di lui. Dovreste davvero stare insieme. Siete la coppia perfetta”
― N.R. Walker, Blindside

“Un giorno, Mark, qualcuno ti manderà KO"
"Picchiandomi?"
Rise "No, idiota. Voglio dire che perderai la testa per qualcuno al punto che non saprai neanche che cosa ti ha colpito”
― N.R. Walker, Blindside

“There was nothing, nothing, that compared to that moment.”
― N.R. Walker, Blindside

“Leave her alone,” he whispered. “She’s happy.”
I looked at him and shook my head. “No, that’s just the plastic surgery. She always looks
like that.”
― N.R. Walker, Blindside

“We’d done little more than introduce ourselves to the woman at the front desk of the
tailor, when the door behind us opened. I didn’t turn around at first, not really caring who else walked into the store, but when Will spoke to someone, I looked to see who it was.
Clay.
In his blue fireman pants and boots and a blue tee-shirt with Hartford Fire Department written on the front.
Great.
Just fucking great.
“When I texted Clay earlier,” Will said, “I told him we’d be here and wouldn’t be long,
and that he should come down if he had time.”
I guess he had time.
Where the fuck are all the pyromaniacs when I need them?”
― N.R. Walker, Blindside

“You should get those stretchy underpants all the gay porn stars are wearing these days and wear them instead of those blue Lycra-looking ones. They make all their dicks look huge.”
“Because all their dicks are huge,” I said. “They’re called trophy briefs for a reason.”
― N.R. Walker, Blindside

“I never thought I’d be the type to cry at a wedding. And I didn’t cry, per se. It must have
been allergies or something. Who the hell has a wedding in the outdoors in Spring? I mean, come
on.”
― N.R. Walker, Blindside