Nikoletta

“I don't think it's for them to have an opinion, because they don't have the facts'.”
― Maria Sharapova

“Di’s bouquet trembled in her hands. “Greg slept with my bridesmaid.”

“Susie?” Min said, not surprised but sick just the same. “I knew she—”

“Worse,” Di said.”

“How could it be worse?” Min said and then the other shoe dropped. “Karen?”

Di nodded.

“Oh,” Min said, trying to think of what to say as her rage rose. “Oh, honey.” She put her arm around Di. “Tell me this was before he proposed to you and not—”

“Last night,” Di whispered, and Min took a deep breath, corset or not.

“Son of a fucking bitch.”

“Thank you,” Di said, and sniffed.

“That whore, I swear I’ll rip out every hair on her goddamn head.” Min held Di tighter. “I’ll nail her fucking chignon to the church door, the miserable bitch. And Dad will take Greg apart. He’s been wanting to for months.”
― Jennifer Crusie, Bet Me

“She has a perfect kiss,” Roger said, looking out the window, probably in what he thought was Bonnie’s direction. “Did you ever kiss like that, where everything was exactly right and it just blew the top of your head off?”

“No,” Tony said, looking revolted.

“Yes,” Cal said, Min coming back to him in all her hot and yielding glory. They both turned to look at him, and he said, “Can we go to work now? Because we’re about a minute away from breaking out the ice cream and talking about our feelings, and I don’t think we can come back from that.”
― Jennifer Crusie, Bet Me

“Why me?

He says: Because you are not like all the others, because I don't see anyone but you and you don't even realize it.

He adds this phrase, which for me is unforgettable: Because you will leave and we will stay.”
― Philippe Besson, Lie With Me