Screaming Into Pillows Quotes

“His kiss is deep, fathomless. It is the kiss of one who wants to invade your body will all of their being, to abolish constraints and bring to life desires long repressed. It's a kiss that removes daily existence from the mind, grounding you firmly in the moment and dragging your body with it.”
― Tali Sara, Screaming into Pillows

“I was not obedient, and rules made a rebel of me.”
― Tali Sara, Screaming into Pillows

“I knew it would end. I pretended I didn't because that seemed like the human thing to do. But I knew. She wanted monogamy, indefinitely. It's who she was. I wanted non-monogamy, indeterminately. It's who I am. We settled on monogamy, indeterminately, sacrificing parts of ourselves to be together and calling it love.”
― Tali Sara, Screaming into Pillows

“Your eyes exude insinuation and you know it.”
― Tali Sara, Screaming into Pillows

“It was time to undertake the saintly act of researching depraved things on the internet.”
― Tali Sara, Screaming into Pillows

“I slashed the air in a wide arc, driving the rest of the demigods away from Annabeth. “No one touches her!”
― Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian

“You can massacre my soul," he offered. I shuddered at his grammatical incomprehension of permission and knew full well I didn't need his to do just that.”
― Tali Sara, Screaming into Pillows

“I wanted to be generous towards him, to give him something, even if all I had to give was the announcement of my undivided devotion.”
― Tali Sara, Screaming into Pillows

“Romanticism, when placed in the hands of a realist, is the psychological waging of war.”
― Tali Sara, Screaming into Pillows

“Our bodies know when something is wrong for us. We choose not to listen.”
― Tali Sara, Screaming into Pillows

“My every romantic inclination was caveated by my incessant temperament.”
― Tali Sara, Screaming into Pillows

“She licked her lips in slow motion. At least thats how it happened in his head”
― Tessa Bailey , Fix Her Up

“It was hard for her, but after groping around for a moment, she found the words hiding in a corner, trying to avoid her. "I wish," she said, seizing hold of them, "that you wouldn't do that. Get married. To someone else."
"Oh?" He blinked. "Do you really?"
"I mean, I'm sure they are very nice. The princesses."
"I believe it's part of the job description," Charlie said. "Like... have you heard of the things they do in stories? Resuscitate amphibians? Notice for parents that their children have wet the bed? One would have to be relatively kind to do these services."
"Yes" Tress said. "I…” She took a deep breath. "I would still...rather you didn't marry one of them."
"Well then, I shan't, Charlie said.
“I don’t believe you have a choice, Charlie. Your father wants you married. It's politics."
“Ah, but you see, I have a secret weapon." He took her hands and leaned in.
Behind, his father moved up to the prow of the ship and looked down, scowling. Charlie, however, smiled a lopsided smile. His "look how sneaky I am" smile. He used it when he wasn't being particularly sneaky.
"What... kind of secret weapon, Charlie?" she asked.
"I can be incredibly boring."
"That's not a weapon."
"It might not be one in a war, Tress," he said. "But in courtship? It is as fine a weapon as the sharpest rapier. You know how I go on. And on. And on."
"I like how you go on, Charlie. I don't mind the on, in fact. I sometimes quite enjoy the on."
"You are a special case," Charlie said. "You are ... well, this is kind of silly... but you're like a pair of gloves, Tress."
"I am?" she said, choking up.
"Yes. Don't be offended. I mean, when I have to practice the sword, I wear these gloves and—"
"I understand," she whispered.
From atop the ship, Charlie's father shouted for him to be quick.
Tress realized then that—like Charlie had different kinds of smiles-his father had different kinds of scowls. She didn't much like what the current one implied about her.
Charlie squeezed her hands. "Listen, Tress. I promise you. I'm not going to get married. I'm going to go to those kingdoms, and I'm going to be so insufferably boring that none of the girls will have me.
"I'm not good at much. I've never scored a single point against my father in sparring. I spill my soup at formal dinners. I talk so much, even my footman—who is paid to listen— comes up with creative reasons to interrupt me. The other day I was telling him the story of the fish and the gull, and he pretended to stub his toe, and.."
The duke shouted again.
"I can do this, Tress" Charlie insisted. "I will do this.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Tress of the Emerald Sea