Opposites Attract Quotes

“She could see the headlines now.

‘Spinster dies alone in her condo. No one discovered her corpse for three days.’

She had been so preoccupied with work, that she’d neglected to do the grocery shopping and was now regretting it.”
― Diane Merrill Wigginton, A Compromising Position

“I’ll say, G’day to you, Mr. Ryan!” Catherine said as she quickly closed the door in his face. “Oh, the arrogance,” she growled under her breath, leaning her back up against the closed door. “He thinks he’s so irresistible with his rugged good looks and sexy accent.”

“I’m standing right here, and I can hear you!” came Jake’s muffled words from the other side of the door. “Oh, c’mon love. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was offending you.”
― Diane Merrill Wigginton, A Compromising Position

“Together, we form a necessary paradox; not a senseless contradiction.”
― Criss Jami, Healology

“You were always saying you were gonna shoot him," he mutters, but it's kind of half-hearted. "Stupid fucking little tit, he needs a bullet in his head. What do you keep him round for, anyway?"
Because he makes me laugh. Because, fuck knows why, he adores me. Because he needs somebody to look after him and nobody else knows how. Because everything about us is wrong and I never ever want to be right. Because I wake up in the morning and see him sleeping next to me with his stupid dyed hair and his stupid painted nails and his stupid toy monkey and I remember I love him so much I don't know what to do, I love him I love him I LOVE HIM.”
― Richard Rider, Stockholm Syndrome

“I prefer your company, Em."
He said it as if it were obvious. I snorted again, assuming he was teasing me. "Over the company of a tavern filled with a rapt and grateful audience? I'm sure you do."
"Over anyone else's company." Again, he said it with some amusement, as if wondering what I was doing speculating about something so evident.
"You are drunk," I said.
"Shall I prove it to you?"
"No, you shan't," I said, alarmed, but he was already sweeping to the floor, bending his knee and taking my hand between his.
"What in God's name are you doing?" I said between my teeth. "And why are you doing it now?"
"Shall I make an appointment?" he said, then laughed. "Yes, I believe you would like that. Well, name the time when it would be convenient for you to receive a declaration of love."
"Oh, get up," I said, furious now. "What sort of jest is this, Wendell?"
"You don't believe me?" He smiled, all mischief, a look I'd seen from other Folk, enough to know not to trust him one inch. "Ask for my true name, and I'll give it to you."
"Why on earth would you do that?" I demanded, yanking my hand back.
"Oh, Em," he said forlornly. "You are the cleverest dolt I have ever met."
I stared at him, my heart thundering. Of course, I am not a dolt in any sense; I had supposed he felt something for me and had only hoped he would keep it to himself. Forever. Not that a part of me didn't wish for the opposite. But that was when I assumed his feelings in that respect were equivalent to what he felt for any of the nameless women who passed in and out of his bed. And why would I lower myself to that, when he and I already had something that was vastly more valuable?”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“His gaze, though almost improper, was the most sensual thing he could have done at the moment, and it jolted her heart into a strange rhythm, leaving her unable to speak.”
― Anna Durbin, King of Wands

“Julia’s heart would not be still. It would not stop the riotous beating it began when she saw Charles on the lawn. He had come for her. Despite her wishes, despite her orders to stay away, he had followed her here to Drake Manor, and she loved him all the more for it. Yet, it changed nothing. They still could never be together.”
― Anna Durbin, King of Wands

“Ginny who lived her life with hair in the breeze, Stillman who lived his with it under his hat. And he loved her so much the worse for it.”
― Josh Weil, The New Valley: Novellas

“Well, let me put it this way: the only thing about the King of Wands that doesn’t quite fit with you is that he is a man of fiery passions.”
He raised his brows. “And I am not?”
She smirked at him. “I don’t know. Are you?”
Such a question. He dismissed it as rhetorical until she laid the king on the table and locked eyes with him. Boldly. And as he studied her expression, he sensed an invitation. A dare. A challenge for him to answer her about whether he was a man of fiery passions. He nearly succumbed to the temptation to show her just how fiery his passions could be.
Restraint, Charles. Hold yourself in check.
He sobered, as temperance, his lifelong, rational, and calming friend, curbed his urge to kiss the question right off her lips.”
― Anna Durbin, King of Wands

“She spun away from him and raced into the house toward her room to avoid an uncomfortable discussion. And as she flopped back on her bed and stared at the ceiling, she finally confronted the awful, alarming, dreadful, and entirely horrifying possibility that she had been rejecting all day. Though she could hardly accept it, she could no longer deny it. She was pretty sure Mr. Rodman was the King of Wands.”
― Anna Durbin, King of Wands

“In this regard, Daisy reflected, her marriage to Matthew would not be unlike Lillian's with Westcliff. As two strong-willed people with very different sensibilities, Lillian and Westcliff often argued and negotiated... and yet this didn't seem to weaken their marriage. Quite the opposite, in fact- their union seemed all the better for it.
She considered her friends' marriages... Annabelle and Mr. Hunt as a harmony of similar dispositions... Evie and Lord St. Vincent with their opposite natures, as necessary to each other's existence as day and night. It was impossible to say that any of these pairings was superior to the others.
Perhaps, in spite of all she had heard about the ideal of a perfect marriage, there was no such thing. Perhaps every marriage was a unique creation.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Scandal in Spring

“I don’t suppose it’s appropriate to notice the size, shape, and lushness of a woman’s ass, is it?”
― Ella Braeme, Butting Heads With Her Mountain Man

“She’s the kind of big that comes with luscious curves that do all sorts of things to my imagination.”
― Ella Braeme, Butting Heads With Her Mountain Man

“All those muscles and that gorgeous dark blond beard were wasted on a grump.”
― Ella Braeme, Butting Heads With Her Mountain Man

“He’s an ass. He is rude beyond imagination. His first words to me were, ‘You will work for me.”
― Ella Braeme, Butting Heads With Her Mountain Man

“This protective side of Lyle is doing things to me I’m finding it hard to acknowledge. This man isn’t a grinch. He is just a bear of a man, caring for his pup.”
― Ella Braeme, Butting Heads With Her Mountain Man

“Somewhere along the way I’ve fallen in love with the grinchiest grinch of them all.”
― Ella Braeme, Butting Heads With Her Mountain Man

“The less time I spend with her, the better, because when I’m with her I’m getting all these weird ideas of—us. Whatever this is, it’s beyond physical and it scares the crap out of me.”
― Ella Braeme, Butting Heads With Her Mountain Man

“So, it’s kind of obvious you like her,” he probes.
“Yeah.”
“So why are you sitting in a bar instead of lying in her bed?”
― Ella Braeme, Butting Heads With Her Mountain Man

“Getting out of Lyle’s proximity will be good. On the other hand, I am not so sure. It feels like giving up on something that would be worth exploring.”
― Ella Braeme, Butting Heads With Her Mountain Man

“I am not getting paid to lust after my employer”
― Ella Braeme, Butting Heads With Her Mountain Man

“The faintest sign of a smile plays around his lips—transforming him into the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. He is delectable!”
― Ella Braeme, Butting Heads With Her Mountain Man

“Is it okay to go to my place?”
So maybe I’m not the only one dreaming this dream.”
― Ella Braeme, Butting Heads With Her Mountain Man

“She isn’t a lover, yet. I hope she will be by the end of the night”
― Ella Braeme, Butting Heads With Her Mountain Man

“Condom! … I haven’t got one.”
Grace giggles and reaches under the pillow, retrieving a condom that I am sure I haven’t put there. “Does it make me a bad girl that
I’ve brought one?”
“Only one? That definitely makes you a bad girl.”
― Ella Braeme, Butting Heads With Her Mountain Man

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything this beautiful, this perfect. And I for sure never have felt this deeply about anybody.”
― Ella Braeme, Butting Heads With Her Mountain Man

“This mountain man is a hugger!”
― Ella Braeme, Butting Heads With Her Mountain Man

“Self-righteous cantankerousness,” she had said. I bristled indignantly at that. But she’s right. I’m an insufferable grump for no reason at all. Or maybe I scared her off because I was scared of those big feelings inside of me.”
― Ella Braeme, Butting Heads With Her Mountain Man

“It feels like the whole town has played me. And from the looks on people’s faces, that feeling is justified. So this has been the secret favor and the entire town has been in on it.”
― Ella Braeme, Butting Heads With Her Mountain Man

“May I blindfold you? I’d be asking you to hold still and not say a word but to let me do all the doing.”
― Ella Braeme, Butting Heads With Her Mountain Man