Top 160 Alessandra Torre Quotes (2026 Update)
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101. “Life is a series of stupid decisions interrupted by luck.”

— Alessandra Torre

102. “Certain loves can’t be fought. The harder you tried, the harder you would be knocked back, over and over again, until it beat you into submission, until your heart caved and body surrendered. Love like that didn’t know the rules of society; it didn’t care about life mistakes. It only knew what must be, and what would happen – no matter what.”

— Alessandra Torre

103. “Subdued. Maybe that was what depression dipped in false cheer looked like.”

— Alessandra Torre

104. “Forget the Fortune Bottle. This woman could have a career in food porn.”

— Alessandra Torre

105. “I didn’t know what I hated more, when his eyes were unreadable or when I didn’t like what I read in them.”

— Alessandra Torre

106. “Thank God he woke up. His face was too beautiful to be mutilated.”

— Alessandra Torre

107. “I was a southern girl. We were all born to go to heaven, even if it was the last place I belonged.”

— Alessandra Torre

108. “If eye contact had a leash, his would have been wrapped tightly around my heart.”

— Alessandra Torre

109. “How much money I have is not indicative of my worth. If it was, then I would be the lesser individual on this porch.”

— Alessandra Torre

110. “Not since last week, when the easy wealth I’d enjoyed my whole, pampered life ended faster than a Taylor Swift relationship.”

— Alessandra Torre

111. “She and I were alone in this house, the fireflies more active than our souls.”

— Alessandra Torre

112. “And by the way, you really do suck in the romance department. Hallmark will never put that last paragraph on a card.”

— Alessandra Torre

113. “There should be laws against men who could kiss like that. With a mouth that dominated yet begged. Tongue that teased yet delivered. Tastes that dipped into an addiction stream and hooked a woman after just the first hit.”

— Alessandra Torre

114. “It is the first time I haven’t fought the feeling, haven’t tried to control it with closed eyes or a redirection of my mind. Instead I embrace it, flexing my hands around the shaking steering wheel, celebrating the release of dark energy as it spreads through my body.”

— Alessandra Torre

115. “But whatever embers of love I felt for Tobey was nothing compared to my love for Chase. That was a wildfire, burning hot and mad and out of control, eating everything in sight. It consumed my marriage and left only charred black.”

— Alessandra Torre

116. “How does someone keep a chicken inside a fence? I had closed my eyes at that one, picturing Cocky running off into the cotton fields, and me, standing at the edge of the fence, hollering the rooster’s name like a crazy woman.”

— Alessandra Torre

117. “Others letting you down is ice cream and cookies compared with the rejection of your own soul. I don’t know what is sadder, expecting myself to fail or being too scared to dream of success.”

— Alessandra Torre

118. “When You Say You Are Going to Do Something, Shut the Hell Up and Do It.”

— Alessandra Torre

119. “I was a woman unaccustomed to guilt, and it drowned me – pulling me deeper, cutting off my air supply.”

— Alessandra Torre

120. “I will worship at the shrine of Brad from this day forth.”

— Alessandra Torre

121. “I love her completely. She returns the love wildly. This love is worth the unsaid truths. The hidden lies.”

— Alessandra Torre

122. “Closure. Such an odd concept. Did relationships really need it? Or was it just an excuse for one last glimpse at what could have been?”

— Alessandra Torre

123. “You know this business, Cole. Your production budget is climbing faster than Lindsay Lohan’s chance of a crack baby pregnancy.”

— Alessandra Torre

124. “He doesn’t know anything yet. He knows I fell for a boy. He knows I had a baby. All he knows are the first lines of a song. He hasn’t even heard the melody yet.”

— Alessandra Torre

125. “Control. It is a food that Nathan feeds on, devours with a vulgarity that clashes with his smooth exterior. He wants to control me, and he wants an audience – an audience that he controls in the process.”

— Alessandra Torre

126. “There is something soothing about the act of writing, a drug that lures you into another world, but then forgets to stop, and sometimes carries you all the way into sleepdom.”

— Alessandra Torre

127. “Full of innocence, full of hope. It is almost a shame to destroy that. The sweetness never stays long. It is destroyed quickly, replaced with tears and fear. It is sad that he now connects that fear with the experience, has grown to enjoy it on a level almost equal to the innocence.”

— Alessandra Torre

128. “I delete the last line, and then the entire paragraph. Lies. I am forgetting that this is not an ordinary novel, that I can’t take fictional liberties, can’t provide clues, or lead the readers down a path I didn’t travel.”

— Alessandra Torre

129. “If our love was lingerie, it would never come off.”

— Alessandra Torre

130. “But back then, I only dreamed about, yearned for, and wrote about love. I didn’t realize what a brutal beast it could be.”

— Alessandra Torre

131. “I spend my days on a strict schedule. It helps to tell my brain when to behave a certain way and helps to keep my impulses and fantasies under control.”

— Alessandra Torre

132. “You can become anything,” I say to her. “Make sure that you don’t become selfish, unimaginative and dumb.”

— Alessandra Torre

133. “You meet the guy and tell me you aren’t going to hide in a plane restroom and whisper when you complain about him.”

— Alessandra Torre

134. “She made me feel that in all of the rotten of my soul, there still existed goodness, light. Hope.”

— Alessandra Torre

135. “Its. A. Chicken. There ain’t no Chef Boyardee prepackaged meals in nine different flavors.”

— Alessandra Torre

136. “Silence doesn’t mean interesting. It could just mean boring. Sometimes you open the door and find out that it’s a big ornate sexy door to an empty closet. Maybe the only thing you’re interested in is the mystery, and you’ll find yourself bored with what’s inside.”

— Alessandra Torre

137. “Please.” The word was disgusting as it came out, rank with misuse, and he felt irritation in the midst of his panic. But it was the panic that drove this train, panic that pushed every retort out of his mind and left him broken and desperate, in front of this man.”

— Alessandra Torre

138. “Yes.” Brett smiled and I cringed at his omission of ‘ma’am.’ The word was a Southern requirement, a verbal side dish that must accompany every course. It didn’t matter if the person addressed was six years old. Or twenty. Or ninety. In the South, we said ‘please’ and ‘thank you,’ ‘sir,’ and ’ma’am.”

— Alessandra Torre

139. “So Aunt Jillian quit her job and hitched her wagon to Brant. Lived off food stamps and her savings account in a spare bedroom at Brant’s house for two years. Then she brokered their first deal and all of the Sharps moved their bank account decimals seven places to the right.”

— Alessandra Torre

140. “The man shouldn’t be allowed to have a mouth. Shouldn’t be allowed to use that thing like a weapon.”

— Alessandra Torre

141. “I cannot be rescued; there is no Happily Ever After because, at the end of all this. Cinderella isn’t allowed to kill the prince.”

— Alessandra Torre

142. “Killer: yes. Exploiter of secrets: no.”

— Alessandra Torre

143. “I understood cheating, understood the betrayal that you went through when you found out. Understood the lows that your self-esteem struggled with, the validation that you tried to find, the loneliness that haunted your nights as you mourned a future that, in an instant, disappeared.”

— Alessandra Torre

144. “When there is evil in someone, it grows, unattended by all and fielded by its harborer. I know this; I feel it each and every day, growing stronger inside of me till one day – snap – it will take control, and every logical thought process, every thought of survival and preservation, will disappear, and I will be a loose cannon, fired and on my path of destruction, with nothing but my own doom ahead of me and the demise of whoever lay in my final path.”

— Alessandra Torre

145. “Incredible how quickly a world can change. How my entire person, our friendship, can be reduced to nothing, with just one confession.”

— Alessandra Torre

146. “I am a woman. I don’t always act rationally, especially when it’s a week before my period, my brain was still strung out from orgasms, and I was looking at another woman’s lipstick on my man.”

— Alessandra Torre

147. “New York. Tomorrow. He needed more time to prepare. But a lifetime wouldn’t be enough. He’d never be ready to face her again. Not without pulling her into his arms. Not without refusing to ever let her go.”

— Alessandra Torre

148. “You live here, you work in the industry. You don’t have to be it.”

— Alessandra Torre

149. “The story of their marriage. Bits of time stolen between lives apart.”

— Alessandra Torre

150. “He is my jailor as much as Nathan. He, like Nathan, seems entitled to sample from my body – but offers nothing in return.”

— Alessandra Torre