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“You only get hurt that badly when you're doing something that matters.Something impossible.Taking a risk.Investing yourself.And ball's worth it,the rush you get, the exhilaration...”
― Rush Me
― Rush Me
“I had always imagined being in love as some grand, sweeping epic. A prince on a white horse. Dashing.”
― Rush Me
― Rush Me
“I’ll tell everyone about our stellar apartment—though maybe I’ll bump us up to Park Slope—and about my fabulous publishing internship—I think I’ll pretend it’s a salaried job.” Come to think about it, this reunion seemed like a really bad idea. I leaned against the counter in defeat. “Oh, God. I haven’t done anything. I’m going to show up and be a failure.”“‘Oh, woe is me,’” Eva said from back at the mirror.“‘To have seen what I have seen,see what I see!’”That was the problem with living with a former theatre major. Sometimes she rebuked me with Shakespeare.”
― Rush Me
― Rush Me
“almost American, and Dublin working”
― Running Back
― Running Back
“accents started to be tinged with what was, stateside, referred to as an Irish brogue. I was finally”
― Running Back
― Running Back
“The driver didn’t pause in throwing my luggage into the storage. “That so?” “I guess.” The ride”
― Running Back
― Running Back
“Here I was, in my favorite city, in one of my favorite parts, in my favorite season. That thirst for more that sometimes came when the seasons changed, the longing for something special was for once completely quenched.”
― Rush Me
― Rush Me
“didn’t mind playing tourist when I was a tourist. I’d tramped around the Vatican in sneakers, and carried my camera in one hand and map in the other as I walked through Prague. But”
― Running Back
― Running Back
“Ryan Carter wants to have dinner with me on Friday. And like a dozen other people. But still." I collapsed onto the sofa and kicked off my shoes.
Eva frowned. "But aren't you in a fight?"
"Yes. I don't know. Is this a really bad idea? Apparently he suggested it."
Eva's grin broadened and her dark eyes twinkled. She peeled off the rubber dish gloves and dropped down next to me on the sagging cushions. "I think it's a great idea."
"But what if he's a Wickham?"
She shrugged. "Maybe you're a Lydia."
I shuddered. "Don't say such things." Lydia might have caught Wickham in the end, but she was still vain and flippant and unlikeable. "I want to be Elizabeth."
Eva gave me a look.
"Fine." My head dropped against the back of the couch. "I'm a Jane. I'm a Jane, okay?" The staid older sister.
"There's nothing wrong with being a Jane."
"That's what the Elizabeths always say," I muttered darkly.”
― Rush Me
Eva frowned. "But aren't you in a fight?"
"Yes. I don't know. Is this a really bad idea? Apparently he suggested it."
Eva's grin broadened and her dark eyes twinkled. She peeled off the rubber dish gloves and dropped down next to me on the sagging cushions. "I think it's a great idea."
"But what if he's a Wickham?"
She shrugged. "Maybe you're a Lydia."
I shuddered. "Don't say such things." Lydia might have caught Wickham in the end, but she was still vain and flippant and unlikeable. "I want to be Elizabeth."
Eva gave me a look.
"Fine." My head dropped against the back of the couch. "I'm a Jane. I'm a Jane, okay?" The staid older sister.
"There's nothing wrong with being a Jane."
"That's what the Elizabeths always say," I muttered darkly.”
― Rush Me
“We ate in silence a minute, but not it was comfortable. Abe polished off his first slice, and then met my eyes when he spoke. "I'm glad you moved to New York."
"And why's that?"
"You feel like home."
Warmth bloomed in my chest, born of nostalgia and truth and familiarity. "You feel like home, too.”
― Imaginary Lines
"And why's that?"
"You feel like home."
Warmth bloomed in my chest, born of nostalgia and truth and familiarity. "You feel like home, too.”
― Imaginary Lines




