Top 42 Jessica Gadziala Quotes
#1. When you decide to find that shriveled little heart of yours and inflate it back to an acceptable human-size, then we can talk.
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#2. A mantra like one of those ridiculous self-help hypnosis cds playing in my head on a loop: I am a strong, confident, sexually experienced woman who does not need to feel ashamed of her nudity.
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#3. Apparently Lo- badass lady boss of fucking Hailstorm who had just negotiated a deal that saved two people I cared about after neutralizing an entire gang and watching a man be murdered, without even a blink- was a fucking romantic.
Go fucking figure.
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#5. Every woman is a hallway full of locked doors under different names: past, future, hopes, fears, lust, and love. Some men come with keys. Some men come with lick picks. Byron St. James comes with a chainsaw.
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#6. I refuse to get any more scars from loving edges sharp enough to cut me.
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#7. Sometimes love didn't spring up on you in a moment of blinding clarity. Sometimes it crept up on you on a Tuesday night while you were standing at the sink doing dishes, the feeling settling into your soul in a way that made it too heavy to ignore anymore.
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#8. And I guess, at the end of the day, when you fall in love with a bad boy, you can't really be mad when they end up doing bad things to you.
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#9. I browsed casually, lulled with the smell of novels: paper and glue and magic, mingled with the scent of freshly brewing coffee and the faintest trace of brownies. It was practically narcotic.
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#10. The woman was going to fucking kill me. Death by utter fucking confusion and the most severe case of blue balls known to man.
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#11. Anxiety causes a physical reaction that causes endless symptoms in the physical body that you literally can not control.
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#12. I can see you're jealous of Millie's love for me," he teased, his smile charming enough to make a nun reconsider her vows, "but you can't blame her. I've always had a way with a pussy.
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#13. I wondered how many rounds dear old dad was in before his body finally gave up. I wondered if it was the scotch I sent him that finally did him in. That would be a beautiful kind of karma.
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#14. Just because I'm old, doesn't mean I have to dress like I am none too patiently waiting for death.
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#15. Now there were plenty of words to describe the kind of rippling muscle perfection that greeted me. Jacked. Ripped. Built. Drool-worthy. Man candy. God damn! But the most appropriate seemed to be: holy fucking shit.
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#16. starting the day I turned twenty-one, every month, I had a case of scotch sent to my father. I knew he wouldn't want fuck-all to do with anything from me, but I also knew he could never refuse the booze. So maybe I helped kill the bastard.
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#17. I leaned down, grabbing his face and pulling it to mine, letting myself kiss him with every failed hope, lost dream, every frustrated moment of low self-esteem, every hidden, dark, secret, shameful thing. I kissed him like therapy. Like I could pour it all into him and finally be free.
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#18. Dying of tetanus might be preferable to spending any more time in your company...
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#19. as if my father was a sainted human being, like he was up in Heaven getting fitted for his shiny halo and downy wings. The man was the biggest piece of shit I had ever met in my life. And
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#20. They could get under the surface and sink in and lay hooks and you weren't even aware they were doing it. Until one day, you needed or they needed to pull away. And the hooks got pulled, taking a healthy chunk of you with them, leaving you missing pieces that had been whole before. It
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#21. Oh, the virgin fetish, always going strong. Every man wants to be the first, the only; maybe because they thought if the girl had no reference to compare him to, then they wouldn't know he was completely and utterly unsatisfying.
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#22. The waking up was the worst. That slow, growing realization that you lived through it. That you were awake to go through it again. That your body was stronger than you thought. That there was so much more to be endured.
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#23. had made Cory, Adam, and I collect when we were kids that she glazed
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#24. I lived through this, I needed to find a new fuckin' job. Janitor. Used car salesman. Guinea pig trainer.
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#25. A strong person like you doesn't have break downs. They have moments. You're having one.
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#26. Girls want flowers and candy, they go for the nice business men. They want a good solid fucking that can make them see the face of god, they come to men like me. I make no apologies about being who I am.
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#27. Like... other than wanting in her pants?" "Just met her," I hedged. "When the fuck has that ever mattered? It is or it ain't. Don't need a fuckin' year to suss out a connection. That shit takes minutes.
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#28. You might want to ease up on the perfume." "I'm not wearing perfume." "Sure you are. I think it's called 'Ode To Get The Fuck Away From Me'." I looked at her face quickly enough to see her have to force her lips to stay in a straight line. "Apparently I need to go put on some more," she said,
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#29. I could have accepted that. I would have taken any tiny scrap he fed to me. I would have made a fucking feast of it. But, no, he had chosen to starve me instead.
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#30. But what was done was done. And she just had to move on from that. Avoid him whenever possible. When she did have to face him, she would make sure she kept a good three feet between them at all times. Or three yards. Or miles.
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#31. But, yes, I'm hungry." "Well, there's an Olive Garden next door." My face twisted up. "An olive garden? Like... we go and pick olives? I mean, I'm going to need more sustenance than that. What's so funny?
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#33. I hope one day, darling, that you will know the touch of a man who loves you. I pray you will know how wonderful that is. How rare and beautiful. How godly. Even if it isn't within the union of marriage. It isn't wrong. Nothing is more right.
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#34. So, to put it perfectly frankly, I was horny. I was horny and Paine was attractive and charming and he had this tiny little hint of danger that made my lady bits clench in what I was convinced was a prehistoric, biological impulse to mate with an alpha male to pass on good genes to a new generation.
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#35. I want pussy," I said, looking down at her, "I go get some pussy. I don't stare at it through a fuckin' computer screen. I get my fingers and cock inside a real one. And maybe, if it's real sweet, I'll get my tongue in it too.
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#36. But please refrain from torturing me with your asinine male chauvinistic ramblings first. Having tits doesn't negate having a fucking brain, you idiot.
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#37. The perfection of that silent moment was somehow better than a million mouthfulls promising forever.
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#38. He had even brought drinks for us. Lemonade. Because we were eleven.
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#39. The grief that was so strong it shook like continental shifts, dividing what was now from what was, forcing me to acknowledge that I was going to have to build a life on foreign soil.
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#40. Aw babygirl, tell me you want to get stabbed somewhere naughty," he
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#41. Anyone who has ever been in love, truly, magnificently in love, knows that it is torture. It is ugly and messy and brings out the absolute worst along with the best in you. It hurts because it forces you to confront every aspect of yourself. It forces you out of your comfort zone.
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#42. I'm just going ahead and say what everyone else here is thinking.
This has got to be the weirdest fucking wedding that has ever happened.
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