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The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

Book by Taylor Jenkins Reid · 50 quotes · Love, Heartbreak, Sad

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“I got down on my knees, in the hallway of the hotel, and bawled my eyes out. She pulled me inside. "Take me back, Celia, I begged her. "Take me back, and I'll give the rest of it up. I'll give up everything but Connor. I won't ever act again. I’ll let the world know about us. I'm ready to give you all of me. Please” Celia listened. But then she very calmly sat down in the chair by the bed and said, "Evelyn, you are not capable of giving it up. And you never will be. And it will be the tragedy of my life that I cannot love you enough to make you mine. That you cannot be loved enough to be anyone's" I stood there for a moment longer, waiting for her to say something else. But she didn't. She had nothing else to say. And there was nothing I could say that would change her mind. Facing reality, I got hold of myself, held in my tears, kissed her on her temple, and walked away. I got back on the plane to New York, hiding my pain. And it wasn’t until I was back in my apartment that I lost it. Sobbing as if she'd died. That's how final it felt. I had pushed her too far. And it was over.”

“When you write the ending, Monique, tell everyone that it is the people I miss. Tell everyone that I got it wrong. That I chose the wrong things most of the time. When you write the ending, Monique, make sure the reader understands that all I was ever really looking for was family. Make sure it's clear that I found it. Make sure they know that I am heartbroken without it. Spell it out if you have to. Say that Evelyn Hugo doesn't care if everyone forgets her name. Evelyn Hugo doesn't care if everyone forgets she was ever alive. Better yet, remind them that Evelyn Hugo never existed. She was a person I made up for them. So that they would love me. Tell them that I was confused, for a very long time, about what love was. Tell them that I understand it now, and I don't need their love anymore. Say to them, "Evelyn Hugo just wants to go home. It's time for her to Bo to her daughter, and her lover, and her best friend, and her mother Tell them Evelyn Hugo says good-bye.”

“I loved you from the moment I saw you. I loved you madly. And I ruined it because I turned into a man I'm not proud of. And because I ruined it the way I did, because I was awful at treating you the way you deserved to be treated, I am sorry. Sometimes I think about going back to our wedding day and wanting to do it all over again, wanting to fix my mistakes so that you never have to go through what I put you through. I know I can't do that, but what I can do is look you in the eye and tell you from the very bottom of my heart that I know how incredible you are, I know how great we could have been together, I know that everything we both lost was my fault, I am dedicated to never behaving that poorly again, and I am truly, truly sorry”

“Evelyn, we haven't even seen each other in years." "I know you were able to forget me,” I said. "I know you were with Joan. I'm sure you were with others." I waited, hoping she would cor.rect me, hoping she would tell me there had been no one else. But she didn't. And so I continued. "But can you honestly say that you stopped loving me?" "Of course not." "And I can't say that, either. I have loved you every single day.” "You married someone else." “I married him because he helped me forget you,” I said. Not because I stopped loving you.”

“E a, agora que estou sem ela, com mais dinheiro do que tempo para gastar, com meu nome carimbado na história do cinema, percebo o quanto isso é vazio, e me torturo por ter escolhido isso em vez de me orgulhar do meu amor. Mas isso é um luxo. Só quem é rico e famoso pode fazer isso. Concluir que o dinheiro e a fama, depois que obtidos, não valem nada.”

“I put my forehead to his and said, "I want you to stay, Harry. We need you. Me and Connor." I grabbed his hand tighter. "But if you have to go, then go. Go if it hurts. Go if it's time. Just go knowing you were loved, that I will never forget you, that you will live in everything Connor and I do. Go knowing I love you purely, Harry, that you were an amazing father. Go knowing I told you all my secrets. Because you were my best friend." Harry died an hour later.”

“I loved you so much, that I thought you were the meaning of my life," Celia said, crying. "I thought that people were put on Earth to find other people, and I was put on Earth to find you. To find you, and touch your skin, and smell your breath, and hear all your thoughts. But I don't think that's true anymore." She wiped her eyes. "Because I don't want to be meant for someone like you.”

“It is two A.M., and you are tired. You miss the love of your life. You want to go home. You would rather be with her, in bed, hearing the light buzz of her snoring, watching her sleep, than be here. [...] You imagine a world where the two of you can go out to dinner together on a Saturday night and no one thinks twice about it. It makes you want to cry, the simplicity of it, the smallness of it. You have worked so hard for a life so grand. And now all you want are the smallest freedoms. The daily peace of loving plainly.”

“O amor da minha vida partiu e não posso simplesmente telefonar-lhe e dizer-lhe que tenho muita pena e fazer com que ela volte. Ela foi-se para sempre. Portanto, sim, Monique, isso é algo de que me arrependo. Lamento cada segundo que não passei com ela. Arrependo-me de cada coisa estúpida que fiz que lhe causou um pingo de dor. Deveria tê-la perseguido pela rua no dia em que ela me deixou. Deveria ter-lhe implorado que ficasse. Deveria ter pedido desculpa e enviado rosas, e deveria ter ido para cima das letras do letreiro de Hollywood e gritar: Estou apaixonada pela Celia St. James! e deixá-los crucificar-me por isso. Isso era o que eu deveria ter feito. E agora que não a tenho e tenho mais dinheiro do que alguma vez poderia gastar nesta vida, e que o meu nome está cimentado na história de Hollywood, e que sei como tudo é oco, martirizo-me por cada segundo que escolhi isso em vez de amá-la com todo o orgulho.”