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1 " Julian, who had spent the entirety of his adulthood studying the ways of the ton, still couldn't quite put his finger on what Courtenay was doing to exert this magnetic pull on their attention. . . . It had something to do with how, when he turned his his sea-green eyes on you and paid attention to what you were saying, you felt like you were at the center of the universe. He seem to genuinely like each person he spoke with. "
― Cat Sebastian , The Ruin of a Rake (The Turners #3)
2 " Julian felt about Courtenay’s looks the way radicals thought about money: that it was deeply unfair and problematic for one person to possess such a disproportionate share. "
3 " That was how it was when your soul was in pieces and somebody else had one of them. Only when you were together would the pieces fit into place and become whole. "
4 " Missing you is profoundly inconvenient, I’ll have you know. I have things to do and places to be, and all the while I’ll feel like I’ve mislaid a piece of my soul and I won’t get it back until I see you again. That can’t be normal. "
5 " There, now my principles are in confusion and I hate it. "
6 " Falling in love wasn’t like a bird hatching from an egg, for all both events were rather messy and fraught with vulnerability. "
7 " Without the people who thought the best of him, he had forgotten how to think the best of himself. "
8 " Yes, that was how it was when your soul was in pieces and somebody else had one of them. "
9 " Courtenay put a finger under Julian’s chin and tilted it up. “You can’t possibly mean to kiss me. I’m revolting.” Please kiss me. “You aren’t. And even if you were, you’d be other things too.” It was a gentle kiss, the sort of patient and meandering kiss Courtenay liked and Julian had never understood before. It wasn’t a prelude to fucking, it wasn’t even a prelude to a more thorough kiss. It was a conversation, without the burden of words. Please, Julian wanted to say. Let me try again. Julian’s heart felt full of something terrifying, something more dangerous than anything he had ever thought possible. Andhe didn’t care. He was throwing himself into an abyss he couldn’t even see, and that was fine, at least for the duration of the kiss. "
10 " I ruin everything,” Julian said. “I’m not good at people.” “Were "
11 " If he went long enough without thinking about it, the memories would fade, or at least be covered up by more layers of protective varnish, and it would be like it never happened in the first place. "
12 " He was going to be difficult, then. He always was, and strangely, Courtenay wouldn’t have it any other way. “There is no usually where you’re concerned.” Courtenay was well out of his depths. In the past he had generally preferred warm, affectionate sorts of people. Medlock was made of ice and thorns, venom and gunpowder. It ought to be hard to get anywhere near him, let alone fall into love with Medlock. But it hadn’t been hard at all, had it? It had been as easy as breathing. "
13 " You’re so pretty when you’re desperate. "
14 " It didn't matter in the least what Julian thought of him, it didn't matter what anyone else thought of him, all that mattered was what Courtenay thought of himself. "