Fairview Quotes

Never let yourself be swayed by emotions,' her mother had said. 'Emotions are fleeting. They come and go. But reality stays with you forever.

But there was one final player in this story, Fairview, and it's us. Collectively, we turned a beautiful life into a myth of a monster. We turned a family home into a ghost home. And from now on we must do better.

Because the world would be empty without you,” he said. “Because we wouldn’t have met, and my soul would be lost for the rest of my life, searching for yours.

I’m always numb unless you’re around. You make me feel.

You can only truly break someone once. Everything after that is just chipping at pieces.

Survival looks different on everyone. We can’t be judged for what we did or didn’t do, but enough is enough.

I hate that being a ‘cat lady’ is used in a negative way, when in reality, they’re probably happier than most people who have partners.

Because a million different things can be said about you, about anyone. Some may be true, but in my experience, most accounts aren’t. I don’t want to hear anything about you unless it comes from you.

But there was one final player in this story, Fairview, and it's us. Collectively, we turned a beautiful life into the myth of a monster. We turned a family home into a ghost house. And from now on we must do better.

In October of 1967, five firemen from the town of Ridgefield perished fighting an out-of-control blaze at the Cardinal Lanes Bowling Alley on Anderson Avenue in Cliffside Park, a location less than a block from the Fairview border.

I’d been at Lyla and Marissa’s apartment long enough for the Taylor Swift album that Lyla was playing to get to a song about someone’s tears ricocheting, which seemed to be a favorite of hers with the way she mouthed the lyrics. It was a sad fucking song.

No one can break you unless you give them the power to do so,

I took out my phone and Googled how long I’d go to jail if I kidnapped her.

I can’t think in the face of you telling me who you think I am

If he’s a boyfriend, she’ll have to break up with him. If he’s a friend, fuck, it’s not like I can tell her who she can and can’t be friends with. I’m not that much of an asshole.

No one can break you unless you give them the power to do so, and I gave him all of mine.

Baggy clothes, hair in a messy bun, random taste in music and all — I’d never seen anything sexier than this woman.

how desperate I was for her to talk to me.

Darcy stared at Elizabeth in dismay. He realized it now. Nothing he ever did could please her. She looked at him only to find fault.

I’m not good enough for her, but I’m not letting her go. Besides, I’m trying to be better. Every day I make a conscious effort to be the man she deserves.

There’s no universe in which I exist without her.

If I’m going to cry anyway, I’d rather wipe my tears with money than rags.

Once... Well, not once, not at all once. Many many many many times, there was a person who worked hard, a person who tried to work hard, and tried to do their best, and tried to do well by their family, and tried to be good, and tried to do better. Many many times they tried this. And so. The person became who they always were-- who we all always are-- A Person Trying. So they all tried and they tried and they looked around at the mountains of effort that they had built with their trying at the piles of half-built bests at the heaps of family at the hills of good enough hills and better next time, and as they looked around, as they took in the view, they saw what they had done to make the life that they had lived. And they looked to the left and saw what you had done to try to make the life that you have lived, and they took in that view. And they looked to the right and saw what you had done to try to make the life that you have lived, and they took in that view. They took it all in. And in their estimation they found all of it, their view over all of it, the sum of all of it, to be fair.

So, we're discussing the issue of Fairview." "No, we are not. This is a private conversation." Ronan sputtered and shot her looks of alarm. She ignored him. She'd spent enough time with Tyrus to take liberties - and to know he'd allow them, even enjoyed the informality. "How can the meeting be private," Tyrus said. "If you're holding it in a public place?" "Because I don't have a private place. Not even my suite. I was bathing yesterday and a maidservant brought in fresh towels." "They're very attentive." "Which is fine. Just not while I'm bathing." Tyrus grinned. "I don't mind them." She rolled her eyes.

When a person is uncertain in love, there is nothing easier than for him to put one and one together and to make three out of them.

The beginning dun-dun-dun-dun of “Back That Azz Up” starts blasting through the speakers when the door opens, and I’m kind of regretting not sharing my input on the music.

Well, welcome to the fucking club of the angry and broken-hearted, Lyla James. We don’t share cookies, only grievances.

I will admit one thing. He is more handsome than Mr. Bingley. There, I have said it. Now condemn me if you will!

As they mounted and rode away, neither of the two gentlemen noticed the man standing in the shadows, watching them.

Her eyebrow arched. “Really, Mr. Darcy? You need not pretend any longer. I know the truth.

Sometimes wings are built from despair.

The budget documents obtained by The Post list $65.96 million for BLARNEY, $94.74 million for FAIRVIEW, $46.04 million for STORMBREW and $9.41 million for OAKSTAR. It is unclear why the total of these four programs amounts to less than the overall budget of $278 million.

trash fires gutter in steel canisters around the Market. The snow still falls and kids huddle over the flames like arthritic crows, hopping from foot to foot, wind whipping their dark coats. Up in Fairview’s arty slum-tumble, someone’s laundry has frozen solid on the line, pink squares of bedsheet standing out against the background dinge and the confusion of satellite dishes and solar panels. Some ecologist’s eggbeater windmill goes round and round, round and round, giving a whirling finger to the Hydro rates.

Billy watched a Frisbee fly over the crowds in their preppy clothes and thought: You want to know why this place and these people depress you? I’ll tell you. They are studying to live in places like Fairview, that’s why. They’ll finish school, get married to women who will conclude their first affairs and rounds of analysis at roughly the same time, and settle down on the Lantern Drives of America. There they will wear red pants when they play golf, and each and every New Year’s Eve will be the occasion of much tit-grabbing.

I don't know if there's something that goes beyond love, but whatever it is, that's what I feel for you.

There’s nothing I could have done differently. It wasn’t my fault. I repeat those things over and over until I sort of believe them again.

Felines in Fairview had short ears and tails because they had lost the tips of both to frostbite.

It’s difficult because I’ve already heard so many stories. It’s hard to find the one I’d wanted to tell

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He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight, engulfing me as he set his chin on my head. “You’re okay.” It was a chant, a mantra, a promise. “I got you. You’re okay.

Look at me now. Mr. I Would Never Chase Anyone, and I’m standing on a soccer field in this hot ass weather, in a city I’ve never been to, chasing someone who is currently acting like I don’t exist. Ain’t that some shit.

Lachlan’s jaw tenses. “You have something that belongs to me and I need it back.” Something that belongs to me. OhmygodImgonnafuckingdie.

I’m surprised to hear that. I’ve yet to meet anyone who prefers Irish food to Italian. Not even one person before this,” Jakob replied with a wry smile.

Joseph, I can’t say where the Lord will take me, but wherever I go, my heart will always be in Fairview. I have grown so fond of the people here. This must be one of the most closely-knit and vibrant communities in the country, if not the world.

A Tale of Two Places, A Carol at Christmas, and Twisted Oliver given to me in school. Hard to read but try. Loving the movies, even musical about orphan boy.

You could never be my nightmare, Lachlan Duke.” I stand straight and wait until he’s fully paying attention. “I love you more than I hate anything.

She was fucking gorgeous. But she was wearing a t-shirt with Harry Styles’ face that was so big that it probably fit me loosely.

Fine.” I sigh. “I’ll go, but know I’m going to hate every second of it.

And then you fucking left me there by myself, to pick up the fucking pieces of the heart you shattered because I was stupid enough to fall for you.

Because she’s beautiful and funny when she wants to be, but mostly because she makes me feel something I’ve never felt before, and I’m intrigued by her.

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Taylor Swift album that Lyla was playing to get to a song about someone’s tears ricocheting

I was going to have to start fucking singing.

Unfortunately, I cannot. It is improper for a gentleman to write letters to ladies, and it is improper for ladies to receive them.

There is a certain perversity in your behavior that is making me seriously question your judgment, Lizzy.

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baited breath

I have come to think, Lizzy, that our father did you no great favor by allowing you to have your way all those years.

Mr. Ball was Fairview Middle School’s vice principal. Its disciplinarian. The guy who liked nothing better than running detention hall. He’d strut up and down the rows of chairs, tapping a ruler behind his back, his eyes darting from one inmate to the next, just itching to whip out his pink pad and give one of the troublemakers another hour in the after-school punishment zone.

Jamal Wilson came strutting into the library. He was the youngest and newest member of Riley’s “gnat pack.” That’s what Fairview’s sheriff, Big John Brown, called Riley Mack and the “other known troublemakers” he associated with. The sheriff thought they were a bunch of annoying little pests. Probably because the bully they busted most often was his son, Gavin Brown.

Elizabeth sat on the bed in her large bedchamber,

Now I don’t feel so completely alone in Yorkshire.

The guard outside the captain’s quarters managed to kick the wall hard enough to wake the dead before she knocked him out, but it didn’t stop Captain Fairview from squealing when she slipped into his office and shut the door.

If you don’t let them in, they can’t hurt you. It was simple.

I’d seen countless brown eyes in my life, but hers felt different in a way I couldn’t quite describe. They seemed to hold a vortex, a black hole that threatened to hook and drown you.

Even if I wasn’t set on Lyla,

Don’t do that.” He tilted my chin. “I would never judge you.

When had anyone given me the benefit of the doubt? Never. I’d had to prove myself repeatedly to get to where I was today

I wouldn’t just be on the list of people she liked. I’d fucking dominate it.

I wanted to scream dibs so loudly that everyone in this goddamn room would hear it

Yeah, right. Jesus Christ. Does everyone in this city want to fuck her? I can’t blame them, but damn. Give me a fucking break here.

New Jersey,” answered Sarah. “In Fairview, across the Hudson River from New York City.” “An exciting place to live, I’m sure. You two make a perfect couple. I’m so happy to have met you.

Later that evening, I meet Alex and Gracie at a crepe stand on Fairview for dinner. He orders two ham-and-provolones and I chose a goat-cheese-spinach-and-tomato. We watch as the woman behind the stand pours the batter on the round wheel and rakes it into a perfect circle with a wooden tool. Within seconds, the batter thickens and bubbles, turning a shade of golden brown. She reaches for a tub of cheese labeled "Pro 3-5," then shakes her head and tucks it under the shelf before looking up at us. "Almost forgot to toss this one. Found it in the back of the fridge. Expired months ago." She opens up a new tub of shredded cheese and sprinkles it on Alex's crepe. I'm not thinking about expired cheese, however. It's "Pro 3-5" that haunts me. I know it's silly. It's an expiration date for provolone cheese, but I key Proverbs 3:5 into my phone, and read what comes back: "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him and he will make your paths straight.

Because I didn’t want to be friends with Ryan Fairview. I wanted to be much more than that. I wanted his face to light up instead of darkening when he saw me. I wanted him to let me touch him whenever I wanted. I wanted to hold his hand in public and kiss him until he felt dizzy.

bright with intrigue. ‘Do you have a sister, Miss Fairview?’ Her question, in all its buttery innocence, slices through me, and the answer catches in my throat. It isn’t as simple as yes or no. It hasn’t been since the day Olivia was taken. ‘Sorry I’m late. Sorry!’ I jump at the sound of a woman’s voice and turn towards it. She’s striding across the classroom.

You fuck me up, Lyla James,” he said quietly. I pulled back and met his eyes, smiling. It must’ve been his favorite thing about me, because every time I smiled, it looked like the world stopped for him, which made me want to do it all the time, only for him. “You’ve ruined me, Lachlan Duke,” I said. “Ruined.” He searched my eyes for a long moment. Too long. And kissed me again.

We laugh a lot more than we argue, and as far as I’m concerned, that’s the key to a long-lasting relationship. 

Because DT was the origin. The end and the beginning. The monster in the dark, the creator, the source. Everything that had happened traced right back to him. All of it. Andie Bell knew who DT was and she was terrified, so she sold drugs for Howie Bowers to save up money to escape, to get far away from Fairview. She sold Rohypnol to Max Hastings, who then used those drugs to rape her little sister, Becca. Andie pursued Elliot Ward in her desperate plan to escape to Yale with Sal. Elliot thought he accidentally killed Andie, so he murdered Sal to cover it up, Ravi’s brother dead in the woods. But Elliot didn’t kill Andie, not really; it was Becca Bell, too angry and shocked at her sister’s role in her own tragedy that she froze and let Andie die from her head injury, choking on her own vomit. Five years went by and then Pip came along, uncovered all those truths. Elliot in prison, Becca in prison though she shouldn’t be, Max not in prison though he should be. And, most importantly, Howie Bowers in prison. Howie told his cellmate that he knew the real Child Brunswick. The cellmate told his cousin, who told a friend, who told a friend, who put the rumor online. Charlie Green read that rumor and came to Fairview. Layla Mead, wearing the face of Stella Chapman. Jamie Reynolds missing. Stanley Forbes with six holes blown in him, bleeding out on Pip’s hands. Three different stories, but one interconnected knot. And in the center of that writhing knot, grinning at her from the dark, was DT

You say nothing, or You say sorry. That is all that you can say in this country.

Now I’m going to fuck you into the mattress until the only words coming out of your mouth are, ‘Yes, Finn, I’ll marry you.