Lovers Spat Quotes

“He obviously wanted to leave on a snappy comeback, but couldn’t think of one. I suppose he wasn’t ever called on to produce them in the ordinary course of things. After a moment of struggle, he just scowled and stalked out. I’m delighted to report my repaired door slammed shut on his heels beautifully.”
― Naomi Novik, A Deadly Education

“And if you are going to be an old hen about it and waste your time clucking over every scrap of clutter, you should know in advance that I won't be assisting."
"Old hen!" he exclaimed. "Well, of course you won't help. You'll spend the evening in your preferred manner, hunched over in some dark corner like a troll.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“My heart burns with anger, but the part of me that’s still his responds to him, still wants to believe there’s hope. It’s the thing I love and hate most about love: Hope dies last.”
― Melanie A. Smith, Everybody Lies

“You texted Garcia for help?" Jack gritted out. "Garcia? Not me?"
"He has a gun."
"So do I."
"He's steady and reliable," I said. "He doesn't disappear for eight months. He doesn't go on business trips that require burner phones and secret codes. He doesn't refuse to tell me what he does for a living. I texted HELP and I knew he'd come. I wasn't sure about you."
"You don't think I would have come if you'd texted me for help?" Indignation laced Jack's tone.
"For all I knew, you were being tossed out a window in Rio, tortured by the Italian Mafia in Tuscany, or you were in the North Sea trapped in a Russian submarine."
"The Italian Mafia are based in Sicily," he corrected me. "Tuscany doesn't have the port access they need for the drug trade."
I folded my arms and sighed. "You missed the point entirely.”
― Sara Desai, 'Til Heist Do Us Part

“I looked across the table and caught Jack watching me while Chloe and Gage whispered sweet nothings to each other. "What are you looking at?" I demanded.
"You."
My heart squeezed in my chest. "Well, don't look at me. I would say don't talk to me, either, but we need to get this thing done."
"Would it help if I apologized?" Sincerity oozed from every pore of his handsome face. It was incredibly irritating.
"Apologize for what? For ghosting me? For kissing Clare? For failing to tell me about your past or your psychotic bunny-boiling ex? For making her so angry that she ratted us out to a Mafia boss who has threatened to kill me and my friends?”
― Sara Desai, 'Til Heist Do Us Part

“I need a trustworthy messenger to ride fast ahead of us and bring word that we're coming," Arthur said. Vera released a relieved breath. But then he continued. "But truthfully, it's because you haven't done anything wrong, and I might kill you." Tristan's eyes went wide. “You're in love with my wife, and you actively want to bed her," he said with a calm that somehow made it that much more alarming. "So I might end up killing you if you stay.”
― Paula Lafferty, The Once and Future Queen

“My name. Is. Mina. Write it down, if you know how. Maybe a mnemonic device would help."
"Good idea. When I see you, I'll think 'Mina' like M-E-A-N-A, as in the girl who's mean to me." He thrust out his lower lip in a pouty face.
Mina started baby-talking. "Aw, is he having a hard time that one person doesn't worship the ground he walks on? Isn't it so hard being Jonathan? Poor baby Jonathan. Let's add him to the prayer chain."
"Punk," he scoffed.
"Diva," Mina shot back.”
― Melanie Dale, Girl of Lore