Top 80 B.K. Borison Quotes (2026 Update)

1. “Christmas Eve will find me Where the love-light gleams. I’ll be home for Christmas If only in my dreams.”

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2. “Honey,” her eyes trip back and forth between my own, a sad smile pulling at the corner of her lips. “Just because you let yourself love someone, doesn’t mean they’re going to leave.”

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3. “Doing less doesn’t make you less.”

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4. “There may be plenty of fish in the sea, but most of those fish are bottom-dwellers with weird lanterns hanging off the front of their faces.”

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5. “Leaning on other people doesn’t make your achievements any less yours, La La. You can trust me to help you carry the load. You don’t have to do all of this alone. I know you can take of yourself. You’ve been doing that as long as I’ve known you. But let me hold your hand while you do it, okay?”

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6. “Why are you giving these guys your time? Why are you settling for crumbs when you deserve the whole damn cake?”

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7. “Let it be known that telling a woman to relax has never once resulted in said relaxation.”

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8. “I’m going to love her in all the quiet ways, the slow ways, the loud and obnoxious ways.”

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9. “I’m going to love her in all the quiet ways, the slow ways, the loud and obnoxious ways. My heart has been moving steadily in that direction since she fell down the steps of a hardware store, right into my arms.”

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10. “It’s okay to want different things,” she says. “People change. You’re allowed to change. Doing less doesn’t make you less.”

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11. “I know you came back here because you were looking for your happy. But Evie, you gave me mine while you were looking for yours and I think it’s only fair if I try to return the favor.”

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12. “There’s a special kind of magic on nights like this, a certain sort of nostalgia when the past intermingles with the present and flirts with the future.”

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13. “I guess I thought owning a Christmas tree farm would be romantic.”

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14. “Moments frozen in time throughout the years, always just for a second or two. But it has always been enough to make me feel like maybe he might want me the same way I’ve always wanted him. More than a friend.”

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15. “If kissing him in the snow was magic then this is – this is sugarplum fairies and toffee brittle crunch on top of dark chocolate cupcakes.”

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16. “I need you to date me,” I blurt out. My palms are sweating, my heart is somewhere in my throat, and my stomach has completely removed itself from the conversation. Luka, for his part, doesn’t so much as flinch. He just calmly twirls his fork around and around, collecting the world’s longest spaghetti noodle. “Okay.” He pops his fork into his mouth.”

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17. “I don’t believe in fate, or kismet, or any rule or reason to the universe and all its random, wonderful, terrible happenings. But I do believe I found Luka when I needed him the most, and I like to think my mom played a part in that. It’s a comfort.”

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18. “And isn’t it silly, to love the way someone’s things look like next to yours? Little bits and pieces of a life lived in parallel.”

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19. “But that’s the thing about happiness, I guess. You can show whatever you want to the world and not feel a lick of it inside yourself.”

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20. “Why are we slow dancing?” Luka rests his chin on top of my head. “This is how my parents argued,” he confesses quietly, a grin in his voice. “Or I guess, this is how they had big conversations. My dad said he liked to keep my mom close, but I really think he wanted a way to politely restrain her.”

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21. “It’s hard to love someone without restraint. To give yourself over to the swell and pull of it without fear of what might happen. I think it’s only natural to hold a part of yourself back and protect what you can.”

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22. “Luka filled the empty places in my life slowly, carefully, with his easy smile and stupid jokes. He brought me back to myself. And it’s been that way ever since.”

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23. “You keep showing me pieces of yourself that I want to collect like seashells.”

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24. “What do you know about causal analysis?”

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25. “He looks like sugar and spice and everything not so nice, sleep rumpled and flushed in my bed.”

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26. “He’s saying a million things with that look, I just can’t hear what they are.”

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27. “You look nice,” he says, voice hoarse. “I look like a drowned rat.” “A nice one, though.”

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28. “No hello. No how are you. Just, wanna go get a grilled cheese?”

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29. “I swear I’ve turned into the tin man since she started sleeping in my house. A bunch of rattling cans, looking around for where the hell my heart got off to.”

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30. “I’m not great at listening to myself. Some days I push myself too hard. Some days we don’t get a single customer and I panic about losing everything. Some days I make up an elaborate story with my best friend and pretend we’re in a relationship so a social media influencer likes us more.” She gives me a rueful grin. “Some days I’m so tired I can hardly remember my name. And that’s what’s expected, right? When you own a business. I.”

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31. “I’ve never been kissed like this before, with the night sky pressing down on me and Luka everywhere else.”

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32. “Wanted to,” he mumbles. Pink touches the tips of his ears. “I missed – I missed home, and I couldn’t sleep, so I just drove back.”

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33. “I don’t want to let her go yet. I want to hold on to this feeling for a little longer.”

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34. “You’re not always going to know what the right thing is,” he had said. “When that happens, you continue.”

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35. “Because I love Luka. I’ve been falling in love with him for close to nine years. Every day a little bit deeper. And if I give into him now only for it to break apart later, I won’t have anything left.”

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36. “My middle schooler doesn’t think the earth is flat, but she does think Taylor Swift invented friendship bracelets.”

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37. “Evie is like a tide rolling in and clipping me at my ankles. A low, forceful tug. A blissful inevitability.”

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38. “Nah, Lucie.” In my dream, he brushes a kiss against my forehead. “I think you’re the magic.”

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39. “What a gift that is. To still wish and dream and want. To find the good. To wear it on your sleeve.”

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40. “I love you, Nova girl. I tried my very best not to, but you wiggled your way right in there with no respect for my opinion on the matter.”

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41. “It feels like every time I get my hopes up for something good, reality comes out swinging. I don’t know how to be a hopeful person anymore.”

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42. “The weather is just starting to change, summer releasing its grip for a freefall into autumn. The mornings are cooler, the colors brighter.”

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43. “You better get used to having me around.” I sniffle. “Haunting me?” “No.” He smiles. “Loving you.”

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44. “It’s okay if it takes you some time to find it again. And it’s okay if you find it just to lose a bit of it here and there. That’s the beauty of it, yeah? It comes and goes. Not every day is a happy one and it shouldn’t be. It’s in the trying, I think.”

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45. “I don’t want something perfect; I want something honest. Something that can be mine.”

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46. “I’ve always liked flowers best. They’re pretty, but more resilient than people give them credit for.”

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47. “Oh, to have the confidence of a young white man.”

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48. “She’s been waiting for you her entire life, and you’ve been searching for her just as long.”

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49. “I don’t concern myself with the fragile egos of men.”

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50. “Isn’t that how it goes? The most precious, delicate things wedge themselves between the plans you’ve made for yourself. They wiggle in your arms and wrap their tiny fingers around your thumb after nine months of bone-deep panic. They barge into your kitchen looking for condiments.”

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