The Worst Best Man Quotes

“Thing is," he says, his chin resting on my head, "there's no single way to be a badass. Your mother and aunts coming here and making new lives for themselves? Badass. My mother running her own firm even after she and my father divorced? Badass. You facing the obstacles in your path and reinventing yourself in the process? Badass. There's room for different kinds of greatness. Even if you cry doing it. Hell, especially if you cry doing it.”
― Mia Sosa, The Worst Best Man

“There’s room for different kinds of greatness. Even if you cry doing it. Hell, especially if you cry doing it.”
― Mia Sosa, The Worst Best Man

“But I want companionship, the security of knowing someone has my back, the ability to comfort and be comforted. Friendship. Vacations. Maybe even kids one day. Someone solid. Predictable. A person who doesn’t need passion and sparks to build a lasting relationship. I don’t know that I’ll ever find that individual—and that makes me extraordinarily sad.”
― Mia Sosa, The Worst Best Man

“I’m going to be honest here and tell you I fucking hate that Andrew knows your secrets. He doesn’t deserve to.” Okay, then. I guess we’re talking about this whether I want to or not. “So, what? You think you do?” “I’d take better care of them,” he says softly.”
― Mia Sosa, The Worst Best Man

“Listen, there are different ways of getting closure and one of those ways might be to make someone miserable for the sake of satisfying your petty soul.”
― Mia Sosa, The Worst Best Man

“It's not just breathtaking, it's breath snatching. I inhale deeply—because I want my fucking air back.”
― Mia Sosa, The Worst Best Man

“He’s that friend you always find your way back to, the one who knows all your secrets and doesn’t care that you’re flawed, the one who’s seen your “before” pictures because he’s in them.”
― Mia Sosa, The Worst Best Man

“There are probably a dozen reasons why we shouldn’t even try. And maybe you can’t see yourself being with me. But I want you to know that if there’s any chance for us, I’ll take it.”
― Mia Sosa, The Worst Best Man

“I can’t fault people for not seeing what I don’t show them.”
― Mia Sosa, The Worst Best Man

“A Black woman isn't justifiably upset, she's angry. A Latinx person confronts someone, they're fiery or feisty. I don't like raising my voice in public, Max. There's too much baggage associated with it. A woman gets emotional in the workplace, she's irrational and not fit for leadership. I was fired for being overly emotional in a male-dominated space.”
― Mia Sosa, The Worst Best Man

“Some people eat cake. Others eat their words.”
― Mia Sosa, The Worst Best Man

“Lina did love Andrew, once upon a time but she certainly doesn't love him now. She wanted to marry him because she didn't love him. Love means breaking down your walls for the person who's willing to scale them. Andrew never tried. But I did. Because I am that person for her.

In the end, it doesn't matter if I'm Lina's first, second, or fifteenth choice; what matters is that I'm the right choice." Max p456”
― Mia Sosa, The Worst Best Man

“she tucks a lock of hair behind her ear and smiles at me shyly. Lina’s luminous as it is, but that smile transforms her face, as though she’s suddenly glowing from the inside. It’s not just breathtaking, it’s breath snatching. I inhale deeply—because I want my fucking air back.”
― Mia Sosa, The Worst Best Man

“Fuck my life into next week.”
― Mia Sosa, The Worst Best Man

“I’ve been thinking about this all wrong. Interacting with Lina isn’t a battle. It’s more like making a great cocktail—a science I’ll be perfecting over time. Take a person who thinks they’re in control (Lina), add in someone bent on throwing them off-balance (me), and stir vigorously. It’s effervescence in a glass, an explosion of flavors on the tongue, and it leads to tiny breakthroughs like the one we just experienced. With a few more tweaks, we’ll be so good together someone will want to bottle our chemistry.
Platonic chemistry, of course.
Just, you know, chemistry between two people interacting on a professional level and working toward a common goal.
Dammit. I can’t unthink it. Now I’m the one flustered enough to do absurd shit—like wonder what would have happened if I’d met Lina before my brother did.”
― Mia Sosa, The Worst Best Man

“Consider this my little gift to you. An early wedding present, if you will. Max, you didn’t encourage me to cancel the wedding. You spent most of the night talking about where you’d spend your honeymoon if you ever got married.”
― Mia Sosa, The Worst Best Man

“Max falls back over and rests one cheek on the table, his face in my line of sight. “I’m so warm. So full. So bloated.” He ekes out the words in a scratchy voice. “I don’t think I want to eat another piece of cake ever again.” “Not even marble with buttercream frosting?” I say, unable to hide my amusement. He shuts his eyes tightly and pretends to cry. “Not even that one.” He’s adorable. Absolutely adorable. No. Wait. I’m trying to torture him. This isn’t supposed to be cute. But it is, dammit. How could it not be? He looks like a drunk chipmunk. A stunningly handsome drunk chipmunk, but still.”
― Mia Sosa, The Worst Best Man

“I fantasize all the way home, and it doesn't make me feel any better.”
― Mia Sosa, The Worst Best Man