Top 80 B.K. Borison Quotes (2026 Update)
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51. “Aiden looks like a brooding Disney prince in a Carhartt hoodie.”

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52. “I’ve been thinking about kissing you all week,” I feel him say against my lips. That’s nice. I’ve been thinking about kissing him since I was twenty-three.”

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53. “You don’t have to be alone to be lonely.”

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54. “I wanted to do more than kiss her in the kitchen.”

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55. “I love when we do this. When he says my name and then I say his. Fond exasperation and gentle amusement in every syllable. A call and response. The chorus to the song I can’t get out of my head.”

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56. “We’ve hugged. We’ve cuddled. We’ve twisted ourselves around one another on the couch watching movies. But we’ve never panted into each other’s skin. Moved together to chase friction and heat and wanting.”

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57. “Ah, Lucie.” Aiden smiles, his fingers fanning out wide against my back. “I’d know you anywhere.”

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58. “Every day isn’t a fairy tale. We’ve worked hard for our relationship. To build it. To maintain it. I’ve become so many versions of myself and so has he, but we’ve found a way to fall in love with one another over and over again. Every time.”

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59. “I can be brave enough for the both of us. I can make my own magic. You just have to give me a reason to.”

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60. “I collect my frustration like Gabe’s wayward assignments and stack it into something neat and tidy in my chest.”

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61. “What if this is what you’ve been waiting for? What if it’s all a string of choices and moments and events and decisions that have led you to exactly right here? And what if what happens next – what if what happens next is the good part? The part you’ve been waiting for.”

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62. “He’s staring at me with a cocky grin kicking up his mouth. Oh, to have the confidence of a young white man.”

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63. “I feel like an impostor.”

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64. “It’s my favorite time of year, this in between of fall and winter. It’s feels like the whole world is holding its breath. Stillness and sweetness, all rolled into one.”

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65. “Her eyebrows jump up. She glances at the box in my lap and then back to my face. “You have a pineapple pizza?” I nod, annoyed with myself. “I do.” “You said pineapple on pizza is disgusting.” “It is.” “Then why do you have it?” “Because you said it was your favorite,” I admit. “And I want your favorite to be my favorite.”

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66. “Maybe this is what happy is supposed to be. A person, a place. A single moment in time.”

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67. “But there’s magic too. In between the hard work, there are perfect moments where everything lines up exactly right. What else is that, if not the universe telling me I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be? I’m right next to him, holding his hand.”

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68. “I feel like one of the snow globes I keep on the very edge of my desk. Like he’s just shaken me all up, and I’m twisting head over heels, glitter and snowflakes rushing around me.”

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69. “Lucie laughs, bold and bright. I want to yank out the headphone jack and fill the studio with it.”

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70. “I like that. Thinking that I’m worth paying attention to. Something ordinary made extraordinary by the person you’re sharing it with.”

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71. “Maybe watching you fall in love with somebody will give my cold, dead heart some hope.”

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72. “Once upon a time I thought a relationship meant having shackles on my wrists, binding me to the needs of another person. I thought I’d have to sacrifice the things I’ve wanted most to be half of a whole. But now I know it just means I’ve got a safety net. Someone to lift me up and hold me steady. Someone to nag me about the spare key under my potted plant and someone to cut my grapes into tiny hearts. A partner. A friend.”

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73. “How to accept things without wondering what you’ve done to deserve them.”

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74. “For the hopeless romantics. And the reluctant ones too.”

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75. “You’re a little young to be a ghost.” “Says who?” I shrug. “I died young.” “And your voice. What’s going on with that?” I arch an eyebrow. “My accent?” She nods. “I died Irish.” Her brows pinch together. “You’re not Irish anymore?” “No.”

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76. “I imagine somewhere in this sprawling city, Lucie is smiling. For one night at least.”

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77. “But what’s wrong with being a romantic? I can be a confident, independent woman and still want someone to hold my hand. To ask about my day. It’s a good thing to want pas-sion and excitement and care. Attention and affection. I don’t want to settle for anything less than that.”

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78. “Has anyone ever fought for her the way she deserves?”

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79. “I swallow and gently pat the corners of my mouth with the napkin resting in my lap. I am a lady.”

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80. “I want to keep Lucie on the line. I want something different.”

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81. “He pushes his head into my hand, closing his eyes. “Leaning on other people doesn’t make your achievements any less yours, La La.”

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82. “Where are you from?” he asks. The depths of hell. Sent to destroy men who lie on the internet and are mean to those in the service industry.”

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83. “I’ve been flirting with you.” “Since when?” “Since I made a vague innuendo about oral surgery, give or take a couple of hours.”

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84. “I want goose bumps. I want to be wanted. All this time and I – I haven’t given up. I guess I’m just waiting for it to find me.”

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85. “I think I used to be, but that part of me feels fractured. Wobbly. Broken down by a thousand and one callers who have fallen out of love. Who never had it in the first place. Love and romance seem like a fairy tale now, something we tell kids to help them sleep better at night. Something we tell ourselves too.”

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86. “Never in my life have I been so turned on by parallel parking.”

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87. “I’ve never been anyone’s favorite,” he whispers. “Well,” I say, feeling defensive. “You’re mine.”

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88. “Long-time listener, first-time caller,” he says over the line. There’s a reluctant grin in his voice. It twists his words up at the edges, just like his smile. “I was hoping you could give me some advice.”

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89. “But I’ve never had much luck with wanting things. The things I want almost always turn into the things I don’t get to have.”

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