Top 100 Alessandra Torre Quotes
#1. But in the South, our smiles are our weapons and only a native knows a snarl from sincerity.
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#3. She tried discreetly to squint and instead came off looking as if she had discreetly farted.
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#4. She finished just after him, scooping out fried corn and an okra-tomato-corn medley on his plate.
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#6. How does someone keep a chicken inside a fence? I had closed my eyes at that one, picturing Cocky running off into the cotton fields, and me, standing at the edge of the fence, hollering the rooster's name like a crazy woman.
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#7. Cole stood in a living room of chicken hell. Wallpaper with chickens on it. Chicken clock. Chicken pillows. Framed plates with chickens on it.
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#8. For us, silence is all we have ever known. I do not speak because I do not know what to say. He does not speak because he has no interest in talking.
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#9. I am grateful that I got kicked in the ass. That I had a taste of reality before I traveled too far and that persona became permanent.
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#10. Others letting you down is ice cream and cookies compared with the rejection of your own soul. I don't know what is sadder, expecting myself to fail or being too scared to dream of success.
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#11. I understood cheating, understood the betrayal that you went through when you found out. Understood the lows that your self-esteem struggled with, the validation that you tried to find, the loneliness that haunted your nights as you mourned a future that, in an instant, disappeared.
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#12. It was a shame, really, to have that much beauty. God could have divided up his thick eyelashes, strong features, hazel eyes, and delicious mouth among three men, therefore giving more women a chance at happiness.
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#13. True love makes a person reckless, makes them take risks and make sacrifices. True love tests the boundaries of our person, makes us yearn to be better and fight for the ground we stand on. I will fight for this love. Lie for it. Steal for it. It's worthy of that.
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#15. I have been alone so long, scared of myself and for myself, deprived of so many freedoms.
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#16. Death. It is a strange stalker, one that we spend our whole lives running from, some more successful than others.
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#17. You bagged a movie star. You should be throwing a fucking party and bragging on Twitter. What you shouldn't be doing is moping, not when you threw him out of your house like a baller.
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#18. The attraction of reading is that it allows you to live, for a few hours, as someone else - grants you access to their head, their thoughts, their secrets.
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#19. I broke open a boiled peanut and popped the nut in my mouth.
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#20. That's the problem with beautiful men. They don't know their impact; they don't realize how a casually tossed out thought can be devoured, obsessed over, life-changing.
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#21. And his stomach growled in response. He felt a pang of something, deep inside, a hole he hadn't known existed, and he dropped the cloth, stepping away, turning back to the small living space. A home, that was what this was. Had he ever had one?
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#22. God, do I love this man. The way he touches me, the way he kisses me. The cuts of his body and the intensity of his eyes. He is a drug that I have no way of resisting, bad for my soul, but so heartbreakingly perfect in its deliverance.
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#23. I didn't know what I hated more, when his eyes were unreadable or when I didn't like what I read in them.
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#24. I loved you. I still love you. Even when I hate you, I love you. I always will. I'm not a smart man, but I know that." ... "Tell me what you want. If you want it, I'll leave. Not for him. I'll never do anything for him. But for you, I'll do it. I'll fucking kill myself inside of him.
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#25. The true measure of a man is how he treats you when others are not looking.
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#26. This challenge turned out to be brunette. Feisty. Just the way I like them. But innocent. Too innocent for me. Too innocent to do anything other than sample and toss back. Anything more would be too risky, too much work.
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#27. She brushed off her hands and grabbed her purse, setting off for the back porch with purpose. On the ground, Cocky squawked his indignation at being left. "Hush," Cole chided him. "You've already gotten more play than me.
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#29. This is the animal Brad, my favorite side of him, a side I only see in these moments, when he is watching me with another, and every alpha male instinct is on high alert.
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#30. Back when I had fresh, unwounded eyes. Before I realized the selfishness and deceit that we, as adults, hold. The ugly truths of life that pull apart love and make our relationships obligation-centers that carry us from year to year, transition to transition.
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#31. The best sex of my life has officially wiped me out, every muscle a relaxed mess of orgasmy uselessness. He breathes hard, staring at me, then wipes his mouth and hops off the bed, walking bare assed out of the room.
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#33. He went full frontal in The Evidence Locker. America swooned and my vibrator got a fresh round of batteries.
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#34. Hope, in general, is dangerous. Hope can be the loose thread that pulls apart your sanity.
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#35. Cole stared at Cocky and felt like the worst parent in the world.
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#37. You kiss all your friends?" The corner of his mouth turned up. "When they have a mouth like yours.
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#38. I loved this man back. Done. My heart was officially toast. When the kiss ended, I told him as much, his mouth taking mine with a final touch that celebrated the occasion.
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#39. I love fucking you, he whispered, still moving inside me, slow and delicious, burying himself with every stroke.
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#41. That might seem fucked up, but that is how I am. I take what I want, and I own what I have.
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#42. Because it wasn't the looks that really made him sizzle; it was the pure sex that reeked from his pores, the cocky confidence that dominated every move, every touch.
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#43. How much money I have is not indicative of my worth. If it was, then I would be the lesser individual on this porch.
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#44. Didn't want to know what made a few squeals come from that general vicinity. That was textbook romance. I'd give up an ovary for that right there.
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#45. I needed the moment of backbone - at a time when I feel I am losing all the pieces that make me, me.
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#46. She was in a situation that was desperate enough to allow her life to be manipulated.
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#48. On the bed - now," he ordered, yanking the band of his shorts and dropping them on the floor. "I need to fuck right now more than I need to breath.
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#49. I stare across the table at Jeremy, and wonder if I will make it through our first date without trying to kill him.
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#50. Reality didn't come in a sudden burst of understanding; it was a slow dawn.
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#52. That wasn't defense. That was fucking psychopath behavior. You were one step behind Hannibal Lecter with that shit.
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#53. Wait for the man who will do anything to be your everything. And will continue to do it after he has your heart.
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#54. They say that love is finding your soul's match in another. I found my match. I found him,
let him wrestle me to the ground, and then turned around and made him mine. I'm so glad
that I didn't scare him off, I'm so glad that he didn't stop chasing.
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#55. A virgin is defined as someone pure, innocent. It is also described as not yet explored or exploited by man.
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#56. Well," Dan says after about thirty minutes of friendly talk. "Should we go upstairs?
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#57. There was madness in those eyes. Love does that to a person.
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#58. Paul loves me with unconditional warmth, his affection public and obvious, his arms pulling me into him, his mouth littering my body with frequent kisses.
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#59. I was a stupid, self-assuming girl. Sitting at that table? Smug in my confidence of my ownership?
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#60. I am choosing to explain them to you because I hope to fuck you in the future
" he placed careful emphasis on the word fuck "
and I don't want to do it with any misplaced expectations on your part.
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#61. HUMILIATION: Humiliation play is connected to sexual fetishism and can be associated with exhibitionism in the sense of wanting others to witness one's sexual degradation. Activities such as name-calling are a way of achieving ego reduction or getting over sexual inhibitions.
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#62. The guys are off today," I said tartly. "Why don't you run along to the Gap and let me work?
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#63. Incredible how quickly a world can change. How my entire person, our friendship, can be reduced to nothing, with just one confession.
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#64. He devoured me with his mouth, claimed me with his cock, and made it all sensual with his hands.
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#65. Every word out of her mouth was freakin' silk, and Cole would have bet a thousand bucks, right then, that even Ben had a hard on. Forget The Fortune Bottle. This woman could have a career in food porn.
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#66. Inhaled. The way you would a peach, when you can't get enough of the smell and you want more.
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#67. Please. The word was disgusting as it came out, rank with misuse, and he felt irritation in the midst of his panic. But it was the panic that drove this train, panic that pushed every retort out of his mind and left him broken and desperate, in front of this man.
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#68. Go ahead. Judge me. You have no idea what my love entails. I love two men. I fuck two men. If you think you've heard this story before, you haven't
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#69. Thank God he woke up. His face was too beautiful to be mutilated.
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#70. Every saved soul was a pebble into the stream that was my broken heart. I threw every pebble in and hoped the water would dam, hoped the hurt would fade, hoped the memories would fade. But the stream never dried, the hurt never ceased, and my pain never healed.
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#71. Cole should have known better. This man had probably tied down his wife and forced the wedding ring on her hand. He
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#72. CRUSHER: [NOUN] SOMEONE WHO SURFS HARD, AS IF THEY HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE AND NO FEAR INSIDE
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#74. Silence doesn't mean interesting. It could just mean boring. Sometimes you open the door and find out that it's a big ornate sexy door to an empty closet. Maybe the only thing you're interested in is the mystery, and you'll find yourself bored with what's inside.
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#75. ... has complete control of his heart. He will never stop loving her.
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#76. You don't ever need motives, Lana. Anything you want, anything that makes you happy ... just ask.
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#77. We love them for their unique abique ability to tug at soul, to connect to us in a way that no other person can. Love is unexplainable, unpredictable, and often unreasonable. It doesn't make sense, and doesn't care to explain to us its thought process.
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#78. I won't stop until my mouth is imprinted on your mind and your taste is my fucking middle name.
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#79. First loves were supposed to be flimsy and temperamental. They were supposed to burn bright and fade fast. They weren't supposed to stick. They weren't supposed to eat away at a man's heart, his capacity for life.
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#81. Maybe one day I'll read something that helps to explain it, something that offers some justifiable reason for my insanity's existence.
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#82. This was a woman who lunched in fancy restaurants, filtered suitors based on their bank balances, and who looked at women like me as snacks.
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#83. That's right, bitches. I couldn't balance my checkbook and didn't know the capital of Iowa but I apparently gave amazing head. I could die a happy sexpot.
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#84. The act of sex is healthy, normal, God-given. It's the emotions and entitlement that everyone attaches to it that is harmful.
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#85. Something inside of him twisted in an ugly manner. The girl had a damn movie star on her front porch and had looked away.
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#86. I am content, in these four walls, without normality. Lonely? Yes. Miserable? At times. But that is what being content is. Comfortable enough with the situation not to prompt change.
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#87. Security is a strange thing, a myth that the brain allows in exchange for a brief moment of peace.
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#88. True love tests the boundaries of our person, makes us yearn to be better and fight for the ground we stand on.
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#90. I couldn't do it. I couldn't wait there and be his sex toy, no matter how much I'd enjoy it. Cole Masten was dangerous to my heart, to my self-worth, to my future self.
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#91. One of the hardest things for a writer to do is delete words.
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#92. Get up and get on the bed in the Master. I'm going to fuck the hell out of you.
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#93. A Sunday. Only Yankees would think that was an appropriate time to thrust themselves into our lives. Sunday, the Lord's Day.
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#95. Closure. Such an odd concept. Did relationships really need it? Or was it just an excuse for one last glimpse at what could have been?
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#96. - What is it called when one person make a huge mistake? - he called out, opening the driver's door to the Taurus.
- Easy - she said, pushing off the post and stepping to the front door. - That's called life.
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#97. There is a level when your heart breaks past the point of repair. When it shatters into pieces that cannot be glued back together.
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#99. Normal people open their doors. People who have something to hide keep them closed.
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#100. Pray tell, what is wrong with the swimsuit model that I have delivered to your doorstep?
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