Amelia Shea > Quotes

“relationship wasn’t defined by the good times, it was the strength during the hard times that mattered.”
― Amelia Shea, The Draw

“We all have our strengths, girl. That’s why we, as women, travel in packs so we can get through any fucking situation.”
― Amelia Shea, The Ex

“Girlfriends, the good ones, the”
― Amelia Shea, The Enforcer

“He had noticed a few burn scars scattered on her stomach and a fairly large patch on the side of her thigh. He knew most people, and possibly Bailey herself would see them as horrific. He viewed them as badges of survival.”
― Amelia Shea, The Saint

“They had always been a devious duo. Not mean or cruel. But something special and slightly sinister sometimes. Best friends. The real ones, the person who gets you. Loves you at your best and loves you harder at your worst. All accepting without judgement. My safe place.”
― Amelia Shea, The Liar

“Aren’t threesomes like Fight Club…you don’t talk about it?”
― Amelia Shea, The Hero

“and praying with her.” Tully laughed. “I think the closest thing that woman ever came to scripture would be saying holy fuck, but…” Tully’s soft smile was heartbreaking”
― Amelia Shea, The Prospect

“She’s your baby, here or not, she’s yours.” His hand lifted to her cheek, wiping a tear she hadn’t even realized had fallen. Her lip trembled. She was going to lose it if he said another word. “Don’t try and erase her because it hurts too much to remember her.”
― Amelia Shea, The Samaritan

“Pain has a way of distorting the truth. And when something bad happens, we all want someone or something to blame, so then we’ll have somewhere for all that pain and anger to go. Otherwise, it’s locked up.”
― Amelia Shea, The Draw

“A relationship can survive a lot. But none of the good ones survive secrets. You got a good, solid man, he’s going to take you with all your flaws, all your mistakes, he’s going to take it all. And if he doesn’t?” Arnett paused and shrugged. “Then he ain’t the one you want by your side when times get tough.”
― Amelia Shea, The Player

“You fucking listen to every word I’m about to say, you hear me?” “Okay,” she whispered. His nostrils flared and his jaw squared. “You don’t give what that fucking cunt said any headspace, you hear me? Not one fucking word, Bailey. She don’t know shit about what a man, a real man, wants.” He stepped closer. “She’s nothing.” He snapped and pointed to her. “You, you’re something.” He narrowed his gaze. “And to somebody, you’re gonna be his fucking everything.” Her bottom lip trembled. It was one of the nicest things anyone had ever said to her. While it wasn’t eloquent, it was perfect. It was exactly what she needed to hear at that moment. I’m something.”
― Amelia Shea, The Saint