Talia Hibbert Quotes

I started feeling afraid of my own body, like it was a torture chamber I'd been trapped inside.

She missed him. She missed him so much that she was starting to hate him.

Because he knew her well enough to realize she'd rather be holed up in here like Gollum, stroking books and murmuring, "My precious.

She'd learned since rescuing it a couple of days ago that this particular cat was not like most others; it lacked all grace and spatial awareness, as evident by its current path of evacuation. Streaking off in the direction of the bedroom, it managed to hit the sofa, the base of a standing lamp, and the door frame before making good its escape. Chloe had decided that this nervous clumsiness marked the two of them as a fated pair.

When she was sick and tired of being sick and tired, she clung to moments like this: The first shower after a flare up.

She had the kind of brilliant, decadent, Rococo beauty that made his fingers itch to grab a pencil or a paintbrush.

I watched because...when you paint," she said softly. "You seem so vital. It was addictive. It felt like coming to life.

She'd been hunting for an indescribable thrill, a feeling she remembered from nights out with her friends, but she'd misunderstood where the feeling came from. It wasn't about drinking and partying in some dingy club. It had been about the people. The constant laughter they shared, too high on each other to care that they were being obnoxious. Group trips to the bathroom like a small army unit, where the mission objective was helping each other squat over filthy toilets without their dresses touching the seat. Belonging.

This cat, like most of its species, seemed rather judgmental.

Will you answer me? You don't have to." But he would, because he loved her. The thought froze him for a second before he sank into it like a feather bed. Before it became the comfort that helped him figure out how to speak. He loved Chloe. He loved Chloe like a blank canvas and a finished piece and all the exhilarating, painful, stop-and-start moments in between.

Not everything needs to be fixed, Liz. Some things just need to be taken care of.

The world wasn't split into unhappy endings and happily ever afters. There were blessings everywhere and a thousand shades of joy all around him.

Try not to wet yourself with excitement, you big nerd.

Skincare waits for no bitch, sugar-tits.

Some people (like singularly unhelpful and clearly underqualified physical therapists, unsympathetic GPs, and that supremely irritating second cousin who ate all the stuffing at Christmas) assumed that a lack of feeling in certain body parts shouldn't affect sleep at all. Her insomnia in such situations, they said, was something she could easily overcome. Chloe liked to remind those people that the human brain tended to keep track of all body parts, and was prone to panic when one of those parts went offline. Actually, what Chloe liked to do was imagine hitting those people with a brick.

His focus was formidable, it stilled the earth and stopped time. It made her feel...

But that was it. That was all. Red's focus simply made her feel.

I am Hannah fucking Kabbah. I go to the supermarket every week without a shopping list. I once memorised an entire psychology textbook the day before an exam after realising I'd been revising the wrong module for weeks. And guess what? I got an A. I spent the first few years of my professional life keeping multiple toddlers alive. Do you know how hard it is to keep toddlers alive, Ms. Chai Latte? It's really fucking hard. And I was good at it. I do not get things wrong. I do not make mistakes. I do not fuck up FUCKING CHAI LATTES. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?

This is what Hannah thought. But what she said was...

Oh. Wait. Shit.

He was probably the worst kind of monster because Chloe was sick, but he still thought she was unbelievably sexy. Then he remembered that she was always sick, so maybe poor health wasn't something that should de-sex a person.

You always say such lovely things to me, Red. Do you say them to yourself?

Being rescued from trees was all well and good, but she didn't need a rescue from herself.