Price of Angels Quotes

“Beautiful’ isn’t a feminine word. I don’t even think it’s a human word. It isn’t what something looks like; it’s what something is.”
― Lauren Gilley, Price of Angels

“Mercy sighed noisily. “Man…” He shook his head. “Can I give you a piece of advice? One fucked-up whackjob to another? We don’t get a whole lot of good things handed to us in this life. When a very beautiful girl is brave enough to actually want to stick around, you don’t let her go.”               Michael lifted his brows.               “You marry her, and you hope to God she never comes to her senses.”   The”
― Lauren Gilley, Price of Angels

“He saw the brilliant halo around them for what it was: union. That perfect blending of acceptance, sympathy, empathy, understanding and physical need that coalesced into glue, until there was only the union between them, and both were powerless to describe it.”
― Lauren Gilley, Price of Angels

“Mercy grinned. “There’s the sweet dad coming through. How do you manage all that sugar you dole out, Papa T?”               Ghost”
― Lauren Gilley, Price of Angels

“Because the world was scary, but family should have meant love and acceptance.”
― Lauren Gilley, Price of Angels

“His voice was friendly enough, but his gaze drilled into Mercy, an obvious challenge.               Cute, Mercy thought. Not impressed, asshole.”
― Lauren Gilley, Price of Angels

“Do we have to have one of those woman conversations about it?”               She felt her brows go up. “I’m sorry, what’s that supposed to mean?”               “Oh shit. We do.”               “Michael.”
― Lauren Gilley, Price of Angels

“Ava propped a shoulder against the doorjamb and smiled to herself, watching. “Mmm, that’s what a girl likes to see first thing in the morning. Work it.”               “Stop objectifying me.” He panted and laughed at the same time.”
― Lauren Gilley, Price of Angels

“spanning the entire width of his back were two massive feathered, folded wings, their roots at his shoulder blades, their tops curving up over his trapezius muscles, the pointed tips falling softly at his hips. They were rendered in gorgeous detail in black and gray ink, a tattoo that seemed alive, ready to lift and stretch, and blot out all the light from the window.”
― Lauren Gilley, Price of Angels

“No self-proclaimed feminist has ever made such a cherished queen of a woman as these boys will. I promise you that.”               The”
― Lauren Gilley, Price of Angels

“It sounds like the men are men and the women are women.”               Ava’s”
― Lauren Gilley, Price of Angels

“Fillette.” He twisted his upper body toward her, so he could put both arms around her, press her back against the pillows and blot out the lamplight with his shoulder. “I only ever want to love you because it’s you, and it’s me, and I can’t help myself.” He whispered against her neck in French and she felt herself melting.”
― Lauren Gilley, Price of Angels

“I’m starting to worry about Mom and Dad in this weather,” she said, voice pinched and hesitant. “Babe, do you think–” “No,” Ghost said. “If they start to slide on ice, Denise can strap herself to the hood and breathe fire on the road as they drive.” Mercy”
― Lauren Gilley, Price of Angels

“was never really size that made a person feel little, after all, but words. Deeds. Evil intent.”
― Lauren Gilley, Price of Angels

“The South did not bustle and plow and struggle against the snow; it slept beneath it, the silence broken only by the chatter of hungry birds and the exuberant shouts of children using trash can lids as makeshift sleds.”
― Lauren Gilley, Price of Angels