Top 250 Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes (2024 Update)
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201. “His finger flicked open a button on my cardigan-then two, three, four. It tumbled off my shoulders, leaving me in my camisole. He pushed up the hem, teasing and stroking his thumb across my stomach. My breath came in a sharp intake of air.”

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202. “Hate to disappoint, but no feathers. I came to Earth stripped naked.”

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203. “You picked the seats you did for a reason, right? Familiarity. Too bad the best sleuths avoid familiarity. It dulls the investigative instinct.”

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204. “Girl, I’m going to show you the bear in hug.”

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205. “You csared, Angel?”

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206. “I looked to the window. Patch was gone, but a single black feather was pressed to the outer pane, held in place by last night’s rain. Or Angel Magic.”

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207. “Vee scowled at him. She is famous for that scowl. It’s a look that does everything but audibly hiss.”

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208. “He wasn’t clean lines and perfect symmetries, and I found him even more interesting for it.”

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209. “I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. Cigars.”

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210. “Just head-to-toe black.”

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211. “Wondered why it was the people that I loved the most who could disappoint me the hardest.”

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212. “In a matter of seconds, the world had turned into a confusing labyrinth; the truth there and not there, shifting out beneath my feet, vanishing when I tried to look it head-on.”

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213. “One hamburger stand on the entire beach. It felt un-American.”

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214. “With you, what you see is what you get. And I see cheap.”

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215. “How warm I feel. How icredibly alive and vibrant and heedless every last inch of me feels next to you.”

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216. “Heat flushed Chauncey’s neck; it took all his energy to curl his hands into two weak fists. He laughed at himself, but there was no humor. He had no idea how, but the boy was inflicting the nausea and weakness inside him. It would not lift until he took the oath. He would say what he had to, but he swore in his heart he would destroy the boy for this humiliation.”

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217. “Your mine, Angel, and don’t you forget that.”

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218. “It isn’t about love,” Vee said. “It’s about fun.”

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219. “It’s true what they say – you know keenly, cruelly, what you’re missing after it’s gone.”

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220. “And then I felt it again. A change in the air. An invisible fog, strangely warm, hanging low, pressing all around, zigzagging closer like a hundred stealthy snakes in the air.”

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221. “Doesn’t matter. It’s done. No use fantasizing other scenarios.”

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222. “Vee lowered her lashes and smiled wickedly. “This class isn’t going to teach me anything I don’t already know.” “Vee? As in virgin?” “Not so loud.” She winked just as the bell rang, sending us both to our seats, which were side by side at our shared table.”

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223. “You’re going to love him. The two of you share the same fashion sense.”

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224. “Chauncey seethed at the outrageous insult. “And your father?” he demanded, extending the sword. He didn’t yet know all his vassals, but he was learning. He would brand the family name of this boy to memory.”

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225. “A guy like me could take advantage of a girl like you. Better show me what you’ve got.”

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226. “Patch traced a finger along my collarbone, then headed south, stopping at my heart. I felt it pounding through my skin. “Because I feel it here, in my heart,” he said quietly. “I haven’t lost the ability to feel emotion.” He watched me closely. “Let me put it this way. Our emotional connection isn’t lacking.”

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227. “The more time I spent with him, the more I knew the feelings weren’t going away.”

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228. “There was something so consuming about the way his eyes took me in, I almost felt his gaze like a real touch.”

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229. “I was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.”

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230. “The blood vessels in Nora’s face are widening and her skin is warming,” Patch said. “She knows she’s being evaluated. She likes the attention, but she’s not sure how to handle it.”

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231. “I wanted to imprint his touch, his taste, even the scent of him so solidly inside me that no one could take them away from me.”

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232. “When I was really low, when it was all I could do not to feel sorry for myself, I played that game too. I knew I could never win, but some days, the dark days, the allure of playing ‘if only’ was too strong to resist.”

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233. “What was up with class today? It was watered-down porn. He practically had you and Patch on top of your lab table, horizontal, minus your clothes, doing the Big Deed.”

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234. “The trouble was, my feelings for Patch weren’t harmless.”

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235. “Patch’s eyes were slate black, darker than a million secrets stacked on top of each other. He dropped his gaze to the ring in his hand, turning it over slowly. “Swear you’ll never stop loving me,” I whispered. Ever so slightly, he nodded.”

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236. “And you would have lost. We were surrounded. He threatened your life, and he would have made good on that threat. He had you, and that meant he had me, too.”

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237. “You think the two of us and a slummy motel make for a dangerous combination?”

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238. “Love the hair. Love when it’s out of control. It’s like seeing a side of you that needs to come out more often.”

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239. “Nora: This is crazy. Patch: I’m crazy. About you.”

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240. “He knew. And I wanted to know how –.”

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241. “If we hooked up, he could write me ballads and stuff. You gotta admit, nothing’s sexier than a guy who writes music.”

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242. “I didn’t do anything,” Scott protested. “Breaking and entering is nothing?” Detective Basso echoed. “Funny, the law disagrees.”

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243. “You can call me Patch. No really. Call me.”

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244. “What are you writing?” I asked. “And she speaks English,” he said while scrawling.”

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245. “She’d wanted to know that he cared about her enough to stop her doing something stupid.”

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246. “Subconsciously, I tugged the newsboy.”

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247. “She cleans a toilet inside and out under a minute. More like terrifying.”

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248. “How could I be hurting so badly when the connection between us was imaginary?”

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249. “Wiping his hands on his apron, he walked over, apparently enjoying my discomfort as I looked around for some way to escape, finding I had nowhere to go but deeper into the booth.”

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250. “Every family has troubles, but the way my parents handled ours...”

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