Broken Whispers Quotes

“I’m afraid someone may try to take you from me, and I have this compulsion to kill them all before they have a chance to give it a try.”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“The way you look at my Bianca. Like you would lay your body over a field of burning coals, so she could cross it without burning her feet.”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“The silent types are always the most dangerous.”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“The first thing my husband says when he opens the door after I just saved his life? “You smashed my taillights.”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“Don’t you dare try taking a bullet meant for me ever again,”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“I still find it unexpected, the way she touches my ruined face, with so much affection.”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“He was getting on my nerves. I was afraid I might kill him by accident”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“The man has one eye, so what? It’s not like he’s missing half his brain,”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“And I get to kiss you everywhere. You got that? I will draw it for you, if needed. Everywhere. Yes, your eye is fucked. I want to kiss it anyway.” I grind my teeth and stare him down. “And you are going to let me.” I poke him with my finger in the center of his chest, then continue, “Because I am in love with you. Every part of you. Your grumpy personality included. Fucking deal with it.”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“The neural pathways in my brain must have snapped and rearranged themselves, because in that instant, I decide I’m done. My issues with skin contact can go fuck themselves. I grab Bianca’s hand, pull her to my side, and wrap my arm around her. Not close enough. She’s not close enough.”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“I don’t need a shrink to interpret my actions. When a man has already lost all he’s held dear, it’s normal for him to become slightly unhinged and scared it may happen again.”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“Just as I start wondering if I should've had that meeting with Bianca before the wedding, the sounds of the wedding march fill the room. I hope she won’t run off screaming upon seeing me, because I will be chasing.”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“I will touch you wherever and whenever I want. If I want to kiss you, you don’t have the right to turn your head.”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“you've ignited a fire in my soul,”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“If I see any man touch you, I’m going to kill him, Bianca.”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“He’s always so perfectly controlled, but the few times his composure has slipped have me wondering what lurks below. I can’t wait for the moment when the reins on his control snap completely.”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“V tvoyikh glazakh kusochek neba, solnyshko.” She looks at me, confused, so I translate for her. “It means, ‘there is a piece of the sky in your eyes.’” I”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“My little ballerina,” he utters as he kisses my neck. “It would be much easier if you weren’t so beautiful.”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“We need to set up some rules. When I tell you to run. You run Bianca. Is that clear?
And leave you to be killed?
Yes.
I can't promise you that. I'm sorry.”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“If I was a better man, I’d send her away, annul the marriage, and set her free. I guess I’m a bad man, though, because I don’t plan on letting her go.”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“Now, let’s clear up a few things,” Mikhail says. “You touch my wife again, in any way, I cut off your hand. I hear you speak badly about her, I cut out your tongue. You dare to even think about hitting her ever again, I cut off your head. Am I clear, Bruno?”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“She has been stealing my clothes. By my current calculation, she has taken at least four T-shirts, my favorite hoodie, and one dress shirt, so far. And it looks like she’s decided she needs another hoodie for her collection.”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“We probably would. I still find it hard to understand, but Sergei is exceptionally good at what he does. It seems in order to do good business with unhinged people, you need to have your own lunatic who speaks their kind of crazy.”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“I love when you pretend you’re docile.”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“Eyes on the mirror, Bianca. Or I stop.”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“For the shrink thing to work, Mikhail, you need to actually talk to the guy about the things troubling you. For most of the things that annoy me, I signed documents saying I’d keep my mouth shut or end up in jail. Or worse.”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“He crosses his arms, places his fist over his mouth, shakes his head, and then bursts out laughing. It’s rich and throaty, and I can’t take my eyes off him. He’s so beautiful when he laughs.”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“As for his character . . . I can’t say. We didn’t interact much, so I can’t conclude what kind of man he is. But when that first shot rang out, he covered me and my sister with his body. And that says a lot.”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“Most tended to avoid looking directly at me. Others liked to stare. I was perfectly fine with either approach.”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“smirk, take Lena’s juice from the counter, and give it to her with the straw. Then, I place my hand on Mikhail’s chest, and collecting a handful of fabric between my fingers, pull on his sweater. His face is expressionless, but I catch slight confusion in his eye as he bends down. When his face stops a few inches above mine, I raise on my toes and press my lips to his. It was meant to be a quick kiss, but the moment I feel his mouth on mine, all reason flies out the window. The next thing I know, I’m clutching the back of Mikhail’s neck while he crushes me against his body. My feet dangle above the ground, and we’re kissing like there’s no tomorrow. “Yucky!” I hear Lena exclaim and my eyes snap open. One impossibly blue eye is regarding me with such intensity that, for a moment, it feels hard to draw breath. I don’t remember anyone looking at me like that, ever. “Ty luch solntsa v pasmurnyy den’, Bianca,” he says into my lips, kisses me again, and slowly lowers me to the ground.”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers