Teal Quotes

“I'm your fiancee, and that makes me your equal, not your toy. If you disrespect me in front of other people, I'll do the same”
― Rina Kent, Vicious Prince

“You think I'm crazy?" My voice is barely above a whisper, and I hate it.
"I don't think it. I know it." This time he does run his finger over my lips as if he's smearing my lipstick, just like that first time he touched me in the library. "And I want every last bit of your craziness.”
― Rina Kent, Vicious Prince

“I was never interested in fitting in. You can't covet something you never actually wanted or even thought about.

I have my world, and no one is welcome in.”
― Rina Kent, Vicious Prince

“It's like you want to engrave yourself on his skin."
"I do not."
"Yeah, you do." Kim pokes my shoulders. "He's the same, you know. He looks at you like you're the greatest and most fascinating riddle of all.”
― Rina Kent, Vicious Prince

“I'm completely fine with Ronan finding me and punishing me and everything in between.
Because the truth is, he's not normal, and neither am I.
And maybe, just maybe, that's completely fine.”
― Rina Kent, Vicious Prince

“I've always hated other people's secrets, but hers are that forbidden fruits I can't ignore, whose temptation I can't resists.
I want to claw into Teal's skin, and not only physically — I want to invade her head and see past it, inside it, everywhere in it.”
― Rina Kent, Vicious Prince

“I never allowed myself addictions before, because addictions screw you up and mess with your logic and your head.
But as I hug Ronan, I know I have no choice in this addiction. It's the type you just surrender to. You fall into it and let yourself float.”
― Rina Kent, Vicious Prince

“In the Arkansas section of The Ozarks, you’ll find water so blue it’s almost green. Around here, and anywhere people aren’t colorblind, we call that teal.”
― Jarod Kintz, The Lewis and Clark of The Ozarks

“The dress was stunning. She could see that now. It was a shimmery, teal green, and short, just like the other dress had been. But instead of abruptly ending at her knees, it sort of billowed out from her hips, giving her pale, slightly knock-kneed legs a shape. The neck was an easy, swooping cowl, and the delicate cap sleeves gave her usually sticklike arms the illusion of sleek contour.
But more than the way it looked, Hazel couldn't believe the way the dress felt. Usually, her clothes hung on her body uncomfortably. This dress felt like it was made especially for her, barely even touching her skin in some places and resting like a material mist in others.”
― Alexandra Bullen, Wishful Thinking