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" We’re rivals,” she stated flatly, obviously trying to keep me at bay against her body’s own will. She might not realize it, but I could smell her arousal from here. I leaned closer, planting one hand on the booth above her head, the other on the table, caging her in. She didn’t move, even while her pulse quickened. I eased my lips close to her ear, inhaling her painfully hypnotic scent. “We may be rivals, Lavinia. But it doesn’t make me want to fuck your brains out any less. "
― Juliette Cross , Always Practice Safe Hex (Stay a Spell, #4)
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" There are few things in this world that truly make us content. There’s a difference between happy and content, did ya know?"
I shook my head, having never given the idea much thought.
"Happy is what you are when you buy yourself a new hat, when you look on something grand for the first time, when a lad surprises his girl with roses. But content is different entirely. A content person feels that all is right with the world even when tragedy strikes, even when loss weighs the spirit down. They’re still at ease within themselves no matter what calamity breaks their heart. Do you see? "
I did. I nodded, though I wasn’t quite sure where all this was going.
"Just so, a person can be depressed or sad. The depressed person feels the blow of some misfortune---loss of a job, a pet dies, a car accident. With time depression goes away. But the sad one..." He shakes his head leveling his gaze on me. "The sad one allows misfortune to darken the spirit, to smother any hope left inside. The sad one doesn’t live long."
"What do you mean? You can’t die from sadness."
"Even if the body’s breathin’, that don’t mean you’re livin’, lass. "
― Juliette Cross , Bound in Black (The Vessel Trilogy, #3)