Anything for Love Quotes

“order something else. I signal to the waitress for another menu while my date looks at his smile on the surface of the knife, yet again. Oh please, please let there be cyanide on this dinner menu. I scour the menu—there’s a lovely rosemary rack of lamb, a mouthwatering orange glazed duck, and a divine filet mignon with porcini”
― Lola St. Vil, Anything for Love

“My father, Joe, loves her at first sight. He takes me aside and says, “Son, anyone who looks like that, yet isn’t too highbrow to eat ribs with her fingers, is a keeper.”
― Lola St. Vil, Anything For Love

“Karen’s”
― Lola St. Vil, Anything For Love

“It’s crazy how sometimes the people that make life the hardest for you are the ones that say they love you.”
― Lola St. Vil, Anything for Love

“My baby needs time, and I’m gonna give it to her. Just hope I can handle the wait…”
― Lola St. Vil, Anything for Love

“Birds have internal navigation. No matter where they are, they can find their way back home. If I were a foster kid, I’d spend my life trying to find home too.” “Are you trying to say that I’m some lost damaged chick?” she says, sitting up, suddenly hostile. “No, Winter, I’m not. I’m saying, no matter how far or how fast a bird can fly, sooner or later, it has to find a place to land...”
― Lola St. Vil, Anything for Love

“You don’t have my permission to take me home, Mr. Hunter,” she says, gritting her teeth. “Here’s what you need to know about me: I don’t ask permission.”
― Lola St. Vil, Anything for Love

“I don’t stop to think or reason in any way. I just open the window and hurl myself down to the dumpster below. I land in the large metal bin filled with trash headfirst. My arm scrapes against a large glass fragment, causing a painful and bloody gash. I howl in pain as I place my hand over my wound.”
― Lola St. Vil, Anything for Love

“Charity isn’t your thing?” “No, but you know what is my thing?” Crawling into children’s rooms at night to swallow them whole? “What is your thing?” I ask out loud. “You,” he says with a cocky smirk.”
― Lola St. Vil, Anything for Love