Unruly Quotes

“At that point I didn’t even care who he was. I just wanted to be lost for a little while in a whirlwind of senses.”
― Cora Brent, Unruly

“Twenty-four years old and I was still looking for answers anywhere but inside myself.”
― Cora Brent, Unruly

“I think he misses you too.” Sheryl nodded absently. She seemed to be staring at a basket filled with fresh baked baguettes but I had the feeling she wasn’t seeing anything in front of her. “Sometimes you just get too settled, you know? You can picture how you want things to be but yet you wait. And wait. And you know what? It’s possible to not even realize that you’re waiting. You’re following this internal set of rules and you don’t even know who wrote them. If you’re lucky then eventually you realize that nothing will ever change unless you change it.” Her voice had taken on a dreamy”
― Cora Brent, Unruly

“No, I didn’t miss him. I missed the way I thought of myself when I was with him; settled, steady, mature. None of it was a good enough reason to wear his ring. I should never have said yes to him in the first place. There was a sudden thump against”
― Cora Brent, Unruly

“I wondered what it was like, to gradually lose little pieces of your mind. Maybe it wasn’t so bad if you didn’t know it was happening, if you just kind of slowly sank into oblivion. Papa had celebrated his eighty-fifth birthday in April. He’d had a long, happy turn at life and yet it was still sad to watch it slowly ebb away. Papa continued to regard me with quiet scrutiny while my uncle rocked back on his heels and waited for someone to say something. I didn’t want to stay in this house alone tonight. I really didn’t want to stay here alone with Easton. I opened my mouth to plead with my senile great-grandfather to stay and keep me company. He spoke before I did though. “You’re no fun,” he said in a plaintive, childish voice. “Hear that, Claud?” Rocco teased. “You’re no fun.” “Shut up.” He sighed and turned serious. “I’m just trying to look out for you. I don’t think you should hide forever.” “I was only planning on hiding until Saturday.” That was the day after Jack and Anya were scheduled to return from Atlantic City. It was the date stamped on my return plane ticket. And then I would return to Arizona and go back to hiding out on that side of the country. Rocco wasn’t done prodding me. “Why don’t you go out tonight?” “I can’t find Jack’s car keys.” Rocco crossed the room in three long strides, rattled around in the kitchen for a minute, and returned with Jack’s key ring. “Excuses, excuses,”
― Cora Brent, Unruly

“GENTRY BOYS”
― Cora Brent, Unruly