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“I'll accept your apology on one condition." He folded his arms across his chest. "Anything?" "You trust me." I cocked my head to the side. "I trust you, Cam." "No, you don't." He walked over to my small table and pulled out a chair. "Have a seat." Sitting down, I tugged the hem of his shirt down as he headed back to the stove, putting the tiny skillet over the burner. "If you trusted me, you wouldn't have reacted the way you did," he simply said, cracking an egg. "And that's not me judging you or any of that kind of shit. You got to trust me that I'm not going to be an ass or freak out over that kind of stuff. You have to trust that I care enough about you.”

“...there were few feelings worse than loneliness. Or maybe there actually weren't any, and loneliness was the worst, because it was pervasive, hard to shake, even when you weren't alone, and it worked overtime to convince you that contentment and joy were possible. But that was a lie. When you truly spent most of your time alone? When you had to? And not because you wanted to? There was no joy to be found.”

“I was in love with him. I knew that much was true. Love was the swelling, hopeful feeling in my chest every time I saw him. Love was the way I could forget about everything when I was with him. Love was the catch in my breath when he looked at me in his intense way. Love was the gasp he could draw out of me with the simplest of touches. Love was the way I could... I could be myself around him, know that I didn't need to be perfect or worry about what he was thinking, because he accepted me.”

“The most beautiful things in all the kingdom often have jagged and uneven lines, scars which intensify the beauty in intricate ways our eyes nor our minds can detect or even begin to understand,' the Queen had said as she turned the diamond in her hand, light catching on its irregular dips and peaks. 'Without them, they would just be common and ordinary, like all the other smoothly cut diamonds you can find anywhere you look. Beauty, my sweet child, is often broken and barbed, and always unexpected.”

“You've seen the prince? Like the real prince of the Otherworld?'' ''Yep. Saw him three times.'' (...) ''Once he was in this meadow. Kind of like the meadow in that movie with the sparkly vampires and crazy hair''. (...) The second time was when i was near their palace. It kind of looked like something on the show you watch where everyone dies.'' ''Game of Thrones? I suggested. ''King's Landing?'' He jumped as he nodded. ''And the third time was...well, he was doing something you never do.'' (...) ''What was that?'' (...) ''He was having sex.”

“Fuck," he said, sliding his hands down to my thighs. "You're making this very hard to be the good guy you said I was last night." "I'm not drunk." He pressed his forehead to mine, chuckling softly. "Yeah, I can see that and while the idea of taking you right now, against the wall, is enough to make me lose control, I want you to know that I'm serious. You're not a hook up. You're not a friend with benefits. You're more than that to me." I closed my eyes, breathing heavily. "Well, that was...really sort of perfect.”

“Don't cry.' He lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed the centre of my palm. 'I'm not crying. I'm not sad,' I told him, and he grinned. The stupid dimple in his right cheek appeared. 'I hate that stupid dimple.' 'You know what I think?' He kissed the tip of my finger. 'I don't care.' The dimple in his left cheek appeared. 'I think you feel the exact opposite when it comes to my stupid dimples.”

“Why did you go to the Red Pearl, Poppy? Why did you let me kiss you under the willow?' I opened my mouth, but his lips brushed the curve of my cheek, stealing my words. 'You were there to live. Isn't that what you said? You let me pull you into that empty chamber to experience life. You let me kiss you under the willow because you wanted to feel. There's nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all.' His lips coasted back up my cheek, sending a fine shiver over my skin. 'Why can't tonight be that?”

“You are most definitely not who I thought you were,' he murmured. 'How did you know?' I blurted out. 'Because the last time I kissed the owner of this cloak, she damn near sucked my tongue down her throat.' 'Oh,' I whispered. Was I supposed to have done that? It didn't sound like it would be something enjoyable.”

“You're still lying on me.' 'I know.' I took a breath. 'It's quite rude of you to continue doing so when I've made it clear that I would like for you to move.' 'It's quite rude of you to barge into my room dressed as-' 'Your lover?' He raised a brow. 'I wouldn't call her that.' 'What would you call her?' Hawke appeared to mull that over while still sprawled halfway across me. 'A... good friend.' Part of me was relieved that he hadn't referred to her as something derogatory like I'd overhead other men do before when speaking of women they'd been intimate with, but a good friend? 'I didn't know friends behaved this way.' 'I'm willing to wager you don't know much about these sort of things.' The truth in his statement was hard to ignore. 'And you wager all of this on just one kiss?' 'Just one kiss? Princess, you can learn a wealth of things from just one kiss.”

“When I got home, a spicy scent lured me into the kitchen. My stomach grumbled and I might’ve started drooling the moment I spotted the cheesy enchiladas cooling on the counter. They were drenched in homemade queso. My favorite. Dropping my bag on the floor, I skipped over to where Rosa was placing the plates on the table. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and squeezed. Rosa laughed as she turned. “It’s the queso, isn’t it?” Nodding, I dropped my arms and stepped back.”

“No matter how much death I've seen, it never gets easier.' His lashes lowered, shielding his gaze. 'It's never less shocking. I'm glad for that, because I think if it ever does stop shocking me, I might stop valuing life. So, I welcome that shock and the grief. If not, I would be no better than an Ascended.”