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

“Just because Magnus lives in a neglected manor house, and just because he’s a bit beastly, doesn’t mean that I’ve mistaken him for some enchanted prince in a fairytale.”
― Mimi Matthews

“The Ice Queen's hijacked my f***ing brain. What if I can't concentrate on the ice? Right now all I'm thinking about is that kiss.”
― Kara Kendrick, Bad Boy Breakaway

“What look? The one that says I want to be inside you so badly I can barely think straight?”
― Carly Robyn, Fire and Ice

“No boys for the rest of the year’ seemed like a really smart decision . . . earlier today . . .” She fades off as we stare into each other’s eyes.
Her hand slides up the back of my neck, into my hair, her nails scraping against my skin.
My lips graze her jaw, and she shivers.
“No boys, huh?”
I murmur in her ear: “How about a man?”
― Jaine Diamond, Thirst For Me

“She smiles.
Forget butterflies. It feels like an entire flock of doves just lifted off from my ribcage because I made her smile.
She slides the shot glass toward me again. “Third one’s a charm?” Her eyes twinkle at me, and everything around her seems to blur out. There’s nothing but her, me, and some vague sense of an annoying world somewhere beyond.
I have to force myself to look away.”
― Jaine Diamond, Thirst For Me

“He’s beautiful. Beautiful, but seriously damaged.”
― Desiree Span, Interviewing Michael

“He had never wallowed in self-pity until he lost the two things he loved.”
― Desiree Span, Interviewing Michael

“He was in this deep hole he couldn’t pull himself out of. He was simply empty on the inside.”
― Desiree Span, Interviewing Michael

“Barefoot and shirtless. The perfect combo for anyone in need of visual man-candy.”
― Desiree Span, Interviewing Michael

“Opposites can be great complements, especially when it comes to texture. Animal crackers hold their crunch in banana pudding better than vanilla wafers, and their drier texture supports the intense sweetness of the pudding. They are one of the rare, perfect secret ingredients that Do The Most. Except when they're a mortifying means of unintentional seduction.”
― Ellen Pauley Goff, The Farewitch of Foxe Holler

“This woman wasn’t a suck-up—no, she was different.”
― Desiree Span

“Are you single?” he asked and took a bite as well. “As a matter of fact, I recently changed my Facebook status from it’s complicated to it’s very simple.”
― Desiree Span, Interviewing Michael

“She was more of a storm and lightning kind of gal, preferably with a little dramatic thunder to keep her on her toes.”
― Desiree Span, Interviewing Michael

“Mom was sick. It’s a disease. A horrible disease she couldn’t overcome, that took her life. You can’t blame her, and especially not yourself.”
― Desiree Span, Interviewing Michael

“The drink was exquisite, the music was good, and Michael... well, she had to admit he was just damn stimulating... in every sense of the word.”
― Desiree Span

“He was like a magnet; an irresistible force pulling at her core.”
― Desiree Span, Interviewing Michael

“His eyes, still locked on her hers, grew soft, and in that moment, she could have drowned in those beautiful golden-green pools.”
― Desiree Span, Interviewing Michael

“It’s okay, you know. To let someone in”
― Desiree Span, Interviewing Michael

“She was the one who triggered these delicious electric waves to run through him.”
― Desiree Span, Interviewing Michael