Celia Quotes

“I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.”
― William Shakespeare

“Celia, wait,” Marco says, standing but not moving closer to her. “You are breaking my heart. You told me once that I reminded you of your father. That you never wanted to suffer the way your mother did for him, but you are doing exactly that to me. You keep leaving me. You leave me longing for you again and again when I would give anything for you to stay, and it is killing me.”
“It has to kill one of us,” Celia says quietly.”
― Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

“Marco moves to close the distance between them, kissing away her tears before catching her lip with his own.
As he kisses her, the bonfire glows brighter. The acrobats catch the light perfectly as they spin. The entire circus sparkles, dazzling every patron.”
― Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

“I was too young that time to value her,
But now I know her. If she be a traitor,
Why, so am I. We still have slept together,
Rose at an instant, learned, played, eat together,
And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans,
Still we went coupled and inseparable.”
― William Shakespeare, As You Like It

“O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.”
― William Shakespeare, As You Like It

“Here comes Monseiur Le Beau.
Rosalind: With his mouth full of news.
Celia: Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young.
Rosalind: Then shall we be news-crammed.
Celia: All the better; we shall be the more marketable.”
― William Shakespeare, As You Like It

“I don't want just bits and pieces of you that I can steal away. I told you—you're worth more than being someone's secret."
"Yeah, well, it's not really a secret anymore," she declared.
"I know it isn't."
She groaned. "Then what, Corrado? What do you want?"
His strong hands cupped both of her cheeks as he leaned down toward her. He stared into her eyes, drinking in the devotion she—for some godforsaken reason—felt toward him. "I'm a greedy man, Celia. I want everything.”
― J.M. Darhower, Made

“A blush tinged her bronzed skin as she wrapped her arms around herself. Corrado grasped her wrists, pulling her hands away when she tried to shield herself. He stared at her, stunned to see the uncertainty in her eyes.
"You're not nervous this time, are you?" he asked, half-teasingly, half honestly wanting to know. She'd been so confident, unwavering before.
"It's the way you're looking at me."
"How am I looking at you?"
"Like you look at the Taj Mahal. Or the Sistine Chapel. You're staring at me like you stare at the Mona Lisa."
"I've never seen those things."
"It's like you've never seen something so beautiful before."
"I haven’t.”
― J.M. Darhower, Made

“Please," she pleaded again, hands roaming his back, nails scraping his skin. "More." He pushed into her slowly, sinking every inch of himself inside again. "Like that?" "Harder," she demanded. "Fuck me, Corrado.”
― J.M. Darhower, Made

“Сега няма грим по лицето, косата й не е напръскана с лак за коса, нощницата й прилича на стара рокля от прерията. Поема си дълбоко въздух през носа и аз я виждам. Виждам селското момиче, което е била преди десет години. Била е силна. Не е оставяла никой да се задява с нея.”
― Kathryn Stockett, The Help

“Let's away,
And get our jewels and our wealth together,
Devise the fittest time and safest way
To hide us from pursuit that will be made
After my flight. Now go in we content
To liberty and not to banishment.”
― William Shakespeare, As You Like It

“And she likes having the space to herself, the stillness and the calm sweetened with the subdued scent of frozen flowers.”
― Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

“He opened his eyes and scanned her face, trying to find any sign of distress, but he there was none. Excitement, he realized as she opened her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip, as if she were fighting to contain it all inside of her.
The blood furiously pumping through his system cleansed away every ounce of hesitation. Despite what he'd said to her, despite his warnings about what type of man he truly was, she offered herself to him. She was giving herself to him, all of her, and it was a gift he was more than happy to receive.
'Everything,' he'd said. He wanted everything.
And now he would take it.”
― J.M. Darhower, Made

“The sensation of being inside of her, their bodies connected, sent a chill down Corrado's spine that rivaled only the thrill he got from hearing her whimper and moan. He did that. He caused that. His hands—hands that roamed her flushed skin, hands that cupped her warm cheeks as he kissed her deeply—didn't just cause pain. Those hands didn't just brutalize. They were capable of pleasure, too, pleasure reserved for her.”
― J.M. Darhower, Made

“Smiling, Celia leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed him. She pulled back, pressing her hand flat against his chest. His heart thumped erratically against her palm.
"You're wrong about yourself," she said seriously. "You said you were heartless, but that's not true. I can feel it, Corrado. It's in there. And as long as it's beating, I know it's there, working overtime, and you'll never convince me otherwise.”
― J.M. Darhower, Made

“After one last kiss, she stepped away, wrapping his jacket tightly around her. "I'm keeping the coat."
"Okay."
"I'm going to wear it to bed."
"Okay."
"With nothing on underneath it."
Winking, she slipped inside, leaving him on the porch with that mental image ringing through his head.”
― J.M. Darhower, Made

“А всеки път, когато госпожа Силия загаря боба, се опитвам да призова самообладанието, от което, кълнеше се майка ми, не притежавам и грам.”
― Kathryn Stockett, The Help

“Боже, вие… вие го повалихте… — казвам аз, но едно гласче в главата ми ме пита съвсем спокойно, все едно си пием чая, „Това наистина ли се случва?“ Нима бяла жена пребива бял мъж, за да спаси мен? Или онзи така ми е отвинтил главата, че сега лежа мъртва на земята…”
― Kathryn Stockett, The Help

“Видях тази рокля преди четири дни и още тогава ми се стори като за пачаври — тя, разбира се, избра роклята с дълбокото деколте — но нямах представа какво ще стане, когато тя се напъха в дрехата. Набъбнала е като втасало тесто.”
― Kathryn Stockett, The Help

“Non percepiamo le sbarre finché non ci sbattiamo contro.”
― Erin Morgenstern, Il Circo della Notte

“Sny nigdy nie są snami, Mademoiselle Celio. Są naszymi najskrytszymi marzeniami i najmroczniejszymi sekretami, zdradzanymi jedynie pod osłoną nocy. Dzięki nim możemy poznać nasze prawdziwe oblicze.”
― Shelby Mahurin, Gods & Monsters