Cecilia Grant Quotes & Sayings

Even two people who are no more than friends by daylight can fell prey to the influence of a secret dark room. — Cecilia Grant

I've never asked you to give the least considerations to my feelings.
He could picture her holding the word with fingertips at arm's length, like a scullery maid disposing of a dead rat. — Cecilia Grant

He'd shut the door on the subject of loss, thrown all the bolts, and shoved a heavy table up against it for good measure. — Cecilia Grant

Good." He drank in her nakedness, fervent as a man downing ale after three days in the desert. His eyes, gleaming with unholy intention, came to rest on hers. "Now fuck me."
The command knocked her back like a handful of dust in the face. But only for a moment. He was the one tied up. She folded her arms again. "If you want my cooperation you had better address me more politely than that."
"Fuck me." Like the world's wickedest elocution pupil he articulated the words, lips and tongue and teeth put to such nefarious use. "Fuck me until I thrash and shout beneath you. — Cecilia Grant

Love makes us all do unaccountable things. — Cecilia Grant

Some men there were who know how to look at a lady, and make her feel she'd been seen. Or perhaps there was no question of knowing how. Some men just looked at ladies that way. [ ... ] Tell me what absorbs you so, such a man might say. I wonder at your thoughts. He might even guess. It's to do with cards, isn't it? — Cecilia Grant

It's not unlike a marriage, the partnership. All the effort and good intentions in the world can't make things right if you choose poorly in the first place. — Cecilia Grant

Hope, and faith that your efforts will have been enough. And as much peace as you can muster with the possibility that they won't. — Cecilia Grant

I love you for your quickness and your brokenness and your sharp edges too. — Cecilia Grant

Honor is the best part of you, Will Blackshear. And I don't make that pronoucement lightly. No woman could, who's ever seen you naked. — Cecilia Grant

I'd think a man who has sinful thoughts, yet conducts himself decently, is a better exemplar of virtue than a man who's never tested by such thoughts at all. — Cecilia Grant

The smallest grain of natural honesty and benevolence has more effect on men's conduct, than the most pompous views suggested by theological theories and systems. — Cecilia Grant

No doubt she'd thought she was doing him a kindness, urging him to kick up his heels and loosen his too-tight cravat and learn to savor careless pleasures. As though he hadn't heard such urgings before, from every feckless acquaintance made uncomfortable by his example of propriety, or every heedless one who sailed through life never noticing that it was vigilant people, the people standing back from the merriment, who stomped out the fiery raisins dropped by others and kept everything from going up in flames. — Cecilia Grant

How could he claim to love her, when he did not love what was essential in her? — Cecilia Grant

With all the insolence she swallowed, it was a wonder her corsets still laced. Retort after rejoinder after sharp-edged remark: Why do you address me? What can I possibly have to say to a man who would split a pair of fives? Be quiet. Go to sleep. Go away. Come back when you have another erection. — Cecilia Grant

Don't you find that a terribly romantic idea? Love stealing in to overtake two people who'd believe they were merely friends? — Cecilia Grant

In its place welled up that same dismay she'd known on her first viewing, some ten months past, of a naked man. Whose idea of good design was this? Why those awkward angles, and what could be the necessity for all that hair? If one believed, as the Bible and the Greek myths had it, that man had been created first and woman after, then one must conclude there had been some dramatic improvement in the process following that amateurish first attempt. — Cecilia Grant

She'd been lovely the first time he'd spied her, distant and disapproving in church. She was lovely each time he peeled away her clothing, and when she lay in his arms, and when her features went dim and unfocused as he lost himself. But she was never lovelier than when she spoke this way, all afire with the knowledge of wrongs to be righted and good to be done. — Cecilia Grant

There was little point in mourning a thing you'd never had, and so she didn't mourn, most days. — Cecilia Grant

If you expect to never make a mistake with the people you love, you'll only disappoint yourself. Over and over. — Cecilia Grant