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1 " When a girl uses six derogatory adjectives in her attempt to paint the portrait of the loved one, it means something. One may indicate a merely temporary tiff. Six is big stuff. "
― P.G. Wodehouse , Joy in the Morning (Jeeves, #8)
2 " In her attempt to make me a good man, I made her a bad woman. "
― Darnell Lamont Walker
3 " She smiled, looking up at him, his lips interrupting her attempt to respond. He pulled back slightly, but Rylan stopped him. She wrapped her hands around the back of his head and pulled him back in. Her fingers slid to his shoulders and she squeezed them tightly. "
― Courtney Giardina , Holding on to Georgia
4 " What is the perfect peanut butter and jelly sandwich, exactly?” Tess asked, pursing her lips. Erin knew it was her attempt at making light of a heavy situation.“You know, just the right amount of jelly where it doesn’t squish out when you bite into it. Not so much peanut butter that you get all goopy-mouthed. Making the perfect PBJ is an art form. And it has to be fresh white bread, and the best grape jelly and creamy peanut butter on the market. No exceptions.”Tess bobbed her head. “Ah, yes. The dreaded goopy mouth. "
5 " I'll make you eat those words." " You are very welcome to try," she whispered. Her attempt at cockiness had turned breathy and yearning. " Please, try very hard." A smile lit his hard features. " Trust me, that will be entirely my pleasure. "
6 " Unbelievable,” Gavin said. “There’s a whole legion of magical beings living on Earth and only Aquarians know about them.”“We come in peace,” Ilauria said, surprised at her attempt at levity.A wide grin replaced his serious expression. “Lucky for us. "
― Jasmine Angell , Luminous (Psyne, #1)
7 " She pulled her arm free from his grasp and stood back, her arms crossed. " So, what then? You're holding me hostage? Are you even really a sheriff?" " I am," he said, highly amused at her attempt at bravado. " You wanna see my badge? "
8 " All true love and all sacrifice arein their essence Nature’s contradiction of the primary egoism andits separative error; it is her attempt to turn from a necessary firstfragmentation towards a recovered oneness. All unity betweencreatures is in its essence a self-finding, a fusion with that fromwhich we have separated, a discovery of one’s self in others.But it is only a divine love and unity that can possess in the light what the human forms of these things seek for inthe darkness. "
― Sri Aurobindo , The Synthesis of Yoga
9 " She walked slowly towards him, taking in how he looked so eerily still. “Okay you,” she said, her voice choked. “We have to have a talk. I know you’re a Dardano, but a wedding reception in the ICU? Not so classy.” She lowered her head, her attempt at levity falling flat under the weight of her heartbreak. She blinked back her tears and cupped his face. “You listen to me, okay? You are not leaving me. You’re not allowed. You’re going to fight, understand? Alessandro, I will not bury another husband. Do you hear me? I refuse to grieve for you. That is not even an option because you are my life.” She kissed his forehead, the beeping of the heart monitor and the respirators the only sounds in the room. “Funny huh? I spent so much time pushing you away and here I am begging you to stay. Not just for me, but for our boys. Will’s already lost one father, don’t you leave him too. And Gianni…don’t you dare leave him nothing but stories about some man in a picture frame.” Bree took his hand, rubbing his ring finger. “Please, Alessandro. Fight. I won’t survive without you. I won’t.” She kissed his palm. “We’ve fought too hard for you to just give up when we’re finally going to be happy. Dammit Alessandro, you owe me! You owe me a life, a happy life together. So don’t you dare die on me. Don’t you leave me to deal with that son of a bitch father of yours by myself.” She covered her mouth with her free hand to stifle her sobs. She leaned down and kissed his still mouth. “I love you…I love you so much…” Her tears fell on his face as she rested her forehead against his. "
― E. Jamie , The Betrayal (Blood Vows, #2)