Tis The Season For Revenge Quotes

And he’s right: I am too much. I am too much for him because he always should have deserved less.

What brings joy should never be embarrassing

My sister taught me many things, but the most important was one she showed me rather than told me: never to let the assholes see you fall apart.

To all the girls who knew Elle was always too good for Warner. And for all the girls who were told they were “too much.” Let him go find less.

Your own experience is not less because mine was more.

To empathize with someone, you don’t need to have lived the same story.

Realizing that you survived on scraps of affection and convinced yourself it was a whole meal can be the most eye-opening, humbling experience in the world.

When we turn left, he switches sides, making sure he’s on the side of the street and I’m toward the buildings.

But a soulmate doesn’t work like that. A soulmate isn’t supposed to be easy or one-sided. It’s a balance—a give and take.

What brings you joy, Damien?” she asks, her voice low and soft. “Right now? It’s standing right in front of me.

What brings joy should never be embarrassing,

Boys might not, baby. But men? Men love to make a woman scream their name while their head is between her legs.

It’s not just makeup. It’s never just makeup. It’s confidence, a badge of honor, a shield from the world.

You are, rubia. I see it every time I’m with you. I don’t need kids or anything else for that matter to be happy with you. It’s just you. You make me happy. I’ll do what it takes to prove it to you.

And then he bought me coffee and a bagel with cream cheese, drove me all the way to Long Island during 8 am traffic in downtown New York City, walked me up ten floors to my apartment and kissed me at the door, and made me promise to see him on Friday, at the latest.

You’re starting to mean a lot to me, Abigail,” he says, and because I’ve shelved the smart part of me temporarily, I just smile to myself. “Yeah, Damien.

We’re taking this day by day. But day by day, with an eye to the future.

Why bother, you know? Found a fucking perfect one. Why mess with that?

You’re getting it. I told you I’m falling, and I’m taking you with me.

Now it means that no matter how much they fight, how many mistakes they make, they always fit. She’s always going to be his other half.

It’s just you. You make me happy. I’ll do what it takes to prove it to you.

Richard is annoyed with me for not making him dumping me easy?

You consume me. I don’t know how you did it, but I have fallen madly, deeply, in love with you.

But because they are good friends—the best friends—I know they trust me with my relationships, and if I tell them I’m happy, then they’re happy.

It was never about extravagance. It was about feeling like an equal. Feeling cherished. Feeling appreciated.

Yeah, I like that,” he says. “Your heartbeat is there. Like the feel of it on my palm. I’ve never met anyone so alive, Abigail,” he says.

I can’t do this, Abbie. I need to be more serious about my future. You were fun, but I can’t settle for fun.

I’m telling you I’m having a shit day. A long fucking day. I’m telling you I can’t go out, but I really fucking want to see you. I’m asking you to be at my place when I get home.

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And though I smile as he kisses my temple before he walks us out, making sure to grab my jacket on the way, I can’t help but feel like this is a terrible decision. But I’m out of time. The clock hit midnight and I didn’t confess and now my fairy tale will crumble around me. And whatever happens next, I deserve it because I played a good man to get revenge on a shit one who didn’t even deserve that effort.

Baby, you were never leaving without me tonight. I needed air. I went for a walk. I was headed back when you found me.” My mouth drops open, and his hand tightens just a hair at the look. “You’re getting it. I told you I’m falling, and I’m taking you with me.

I don’t share, Abigail. We agreed that this might not be serious, that we’re both not looking for that right now, but I don’t share. I’m a very possessive man. What’s mine is mine.” Her tongue reaches out, tapping against her pink lips, and just barely, the faintest brush touches my lip. Fuck, I want this woman.

You’re not listening, naranja.” His voice made me pause. Not angry, but firm. The words he was saying, he wanted me to hear, to understand. “I’m telling you I’m having a shit day. A long fucking day. I’m telling you I can’t go out, but I really fucking want to see you. I’m asking you to be at my place when I get home.

A relationship is like the law. It needs balance. If it’s out of balance, if one person sees themselves as less valuable, if another sees themselves as more valuable, the balance isn’t there.” His dark eyes are boring into mine with his words, and any words I could say are stuck in my chest. “You are not less than me. I am not less than you. We are humans who do what we can to help people.

Now might I do it pat, now he is praying; And now I'll do't. And so he goes to heaven; And so am I revenged. That would be scann'd: A villain kills my father; and for that, I, his sole son, do this same villain send To heaven. O, this is hire and salary, not revenge. He took my father grossly, full of bread; With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May; And how his audit stands who knows save heaven? But in our circumstance and course of thought, 'Tis heavy with him: and am I then revenged, To take him in the purging of his soul, When he is fit and season'd for his passage? No! Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid hent: When he is drunk asleep, or in his rage, Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed; At gaming, swearing, or about some act That has no relish of salvation in't; Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven, And that his soul may be as damn'd and black As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays: This physic but prolongs thy sickly days

You want big and you want sparkle and you want extravagance. Not in price, but in love and adoration. And right here, right now, I’m promising to spend the rest of my life giving you that. Say yes and I’ll make you feel loved and cherished and appreciated until my last breath. Say yes and I’ll help you paint the world pink. Say yes and we’ll forever be completely consumed by each other.

I have season box tickets at MSG. Call your girls. Tell them to go out front. We’ll meet them, walk them to my box.” Her face is adorably confused. “I’m taking you to see your concert, rubia.

I read a study a few months ago

It took one night of you coming home to your place and seeing me there to make me fall for you.” I roll my lips in on themselves, rubbing them as I fight to keep my eyes locked on his. “It was never about extravagance. It was about feeling like an equal. Feeling cherished. Feeling appreciated. You do that.

You be a good fucking girl, Abigail, and you hold those legs open for your man while I make you come on my face, yeah?

Whatever. I’d rather be a Marilyn over a Jackie any day.

Well, of course she didn’t. They just met!” Kat says. “Why would he invite a stranger to a Christmas party?

Drop that look, rubia. I don’t date. I downloaded that stupid app on a whim and my dream girl dropped in my lap. You’ll go home wearing clothes you’ll swim in, but they’ll be mine, and you’ll be warm. Next time, you bring clothes.

Over time, I had built a wall between my sense of self and the world, keeping their thoughts and judgements away from who I was.

Really, how sick is that? To spend so much time and energy changing someone, crafting them to be different, knowing all along she’d never be what you wanted?

I want to give everything to a man and let him consume me. I want to fall so hard that I don’t know where up is. I want to be selfish, and I want to be his and his alone. I don’t want to share.

This. It’s not working. Us. It’s not . . . working for me.” He’s back to staring straight ahead, not looking at anything in the black of night. The look isn’t like he’s hurting or lost or even questioning his words.

But I think if I’d had someone like you? A mom who showed me how a strong woman acts? It would have been sooner.

Rubia, we’re going away for a holiday. I’m not working on Thanksgiving. I don’t work on holidays.” There’s a pause, and then he corrects himself. “And I sure as hell don’t work when I’m with you.

Richard never got it, not in four years. And he sure as fuck never tried.

Not in the way you think. You were never my ticket to win him. You were my ticket to making him feel as shitty as I felt.” I take a deep breath in, ready to spill. “And somehow, along the way, you undid all the damage he had done and made me feel beautiful and loved and cherished. And I stopped caring about him or revenge or getting even. I thought we would just be fun. But it was more. Every day you showed me what I was worth and that I deserved more than someone tolerating my presence. I deserved to be equal in a relationship instead of an assistant to some man. It took one date with you to see you were nothing like I had been told. It took one visit to Rollard’s to know you were a good man. It took one trip home to realize that you and I were something more.

Baby, you were never leaving without me tonight. I needed air. I went for a walk. I was headed back when you found me.” My mouth drops open, and his hand tightens just a hair at the look. “You’re getting it. I told you I’m falling, and I’m taking you with me.” With his words, all I can do is stare at him, letting a small smile play on my own lips. “You don’t have to drag me anywhere, Damien. I’m already there.

You consume me. I don’t know how you did it, but I have fallen madly, deeply, in love with you. Every moment of every day is consumed by thoughts of you, planning the future, dying to be with you.

Am I cold wearing this tiny dress on November sixth in New York City? Fuck yes. Am I willing to ruin the ensemble with a coat? Absolutely not.

Damien cocks his arm back and, with his unencumbered, fully sober strength, hits Richard square in the jaw.

I am too much. I am too much for him because he always should have deserved less.

The man knows me down to my marrow.

I’ll eat you right here on this counter, make you scream my name, then come again as I fuck you standing.

Don’t downplay it. I can see a kindred soul. Your own experience is not less because mine was more.

Revenge never felt so good.

Spoiler: I’m always fucking watching.

Right now? It’s standing right in front of me.

You want to go.” That’s all I say, and when I say it, I know it’s all I have to say. Her eyes soften, and her mouth opens just a hair as she looks at me. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. And for a moment, I can’t think of a single thing I wouldn’t do to put that look on her face.

But basically, in Spanish it means my other half. Or my better half. But most frequently, it’s used in place of something like soulmate.

I’m recovering from four years of living in a dreamland that was really a nightmare, and I’m learning how to live with that knowledge.

Because the reality is, he wasn’t enough. And he’s right: I am too much. I am too much for him because he always should have deserved less.

Covering yourself. You agreed you’re mine. That body is mine. I like that body a fuckuva lot. I won’t deal with you hiding it from me.

Every day you showed me what I was worth and that I deserved more than someone tolerating my presence. I deserved to be equal in a relationship instead of an assistant to some man.

vehemence

No, I’ve just secured the world’s best revenge if I can make it happen. “I’m gonna fuck his boss,

I fucking love that furrow. I hope when she gets older, she gets a permanent crease there that I can kiss every fucking day. If I could, I would press a kiss on every ounce of confusion and insecurity she feels.

A relationship is like the law. It needs balance. If it’s out of balance, if one person sees themselves as less valuable, if another sees themselves as more valuable, the balance isn’t there.

Richard’s eyes widen, but barely. It’s the kind of subtle widening you learned to take note of because you spent four years with a man, reading his every emotion and trying to balance how to best combat it. So many days were spent trying to counteract his terrible mood swings, to fix what I hadn’t broken.

You are not less than me. I am not less than you. We are humans who do what we can to help people.

But you were born to be a blonde, babe,

I’m a little sister. I hear the drama, I absorb the drama, and I store the drama until I need to use it to my advantage,” I say, and he laughs.

Mornings are created by Satan himself.

And the fucking golf lessons,” I say, throwing my head back in dismay, adding to the bullshit I did for a man who did not deserve me. “I can’t believe I spent so much money to learn the most boring game on earth.

Damien, I just . . . I have a belly.” “I do not care.” I enunciate each word, making it clear what I mean by them. “I do not care what you think, though I plan to change that mindset. I don’t care what you’ve been told or who said it. If I hear it come from you, I’ll be mad.

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When we turn left, he switches sides, making sure he’s on the side of the street and I’m toward the buildings. A perfect, gentlemanly touch.

Damien, I just . . . I have a belly.” “I do not care.” I enunciate each word,

I bought these Jimmy Choos instead because experiences are temporary and shoes are forever.

And then Damien turns back to me and crooks a finger. I don’t think a single motion has ever been so sexy. There has never been a single motion that made my entire body go up in invisible flames.

Eyes, baby,” I say. “I want your eyes when I fill you for the first time.

And because I have the best friends in the universe, without skipping a beat, she says, “Fuck. We’ll be there in twenty with tequila.

Really, Damien, we don’t have to. It’s childish . . . .” “What brings joy should never be embarrassing,” I say and stare at her. Her face melts into a look I can’t quite understand for once.

Anyway. I know the silliness is . . . childish. But I’m getting really tired of hiding it. I don’t think I’ll grow out of it anytime soon, so . . .” There’s a slight shrug of her shoulders. “It’s just a part of me I’m learning to love again.

This time I’m going to show you how a real man fucks his woman.

This won’t work, even if it’s just fun, if you see yourself as lesser than me.

We should,” I say, a whisper against her lips. Her eyebrows come together, a small crease forming there, and I kiss there before clarifying. “Get a room.

God, you look so pretty, all laid out for me like my own feast,” I say,

God, I’m so fucking proud of you, taking me like this. Holding it together. So fucking pretty, Abigail.

It was never about extravagance. It was about feeling like an equal. Feeling cherished. Feeling appreciated. You do that. You’ve shown me that from the beginning.

He calls you naranja. It’s not because he thinks it’s funny that you like pink and hate the color orange, Abbie.” More blinking. “He’s calling you his soulmate when he says it.

Can you give me a hint?” she asks, and her face is lit up with the excitement of not knowing. She loves surprises, I’ve learned. Not big extravagant things, but little ones. Texts to say hi or bringing home shit flowers from a bodega. A date that she doesn’t know the end of.

Say yes and I’ll help you paint the world pink.

Lord, I really am a complete disaster healing from major relationship trauma.

because society has decided that if you are a woman of childbearing age and not adamant about reproducing, people quickly assume there is something wrong with you.

Busy man or not, you drive your woman places. You don’t meet her there.