Top 180 M.L. Rio Quotes (2024 Update)
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151. “My martyrdom is not the selfless kind. I can’t look at Filippa, shamed by all the injuries I’ve inflicted- like a man with a bomb strapped to his chest, ready to blow himself up without a thought for the collateral damage.”

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152. “This is the sort of game where people get hurt.”

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153. “The idea that I would have to... let go of him, before we were old and falling to bits, never occurred to me,” Wren went on, picking her words one by one, like a child stepping from stone to stone to cross a stream. “But it doesn’t just feel like I’ve lost a cousin. It feels like I’ve lost part of myself.”

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154. “My chest ached, but the ache went deeper than muscle and bone, like some sharp thing had ripped a little hole right through me.”

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155. “I breathed in and held the sweet woody air in my lungs for as long as I could.”

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156. “Her unmasking was harsh, mesmeric, somehow dignified.”

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157. “My desire to keep him there had, at some point, transcended the alignment of an actor’s motivation and his character’s. I desperately wanted him to stay, seized by the nonsensical idea that if he left, I would lose him, irretrievably.”

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158. “What did she want to tell me that was so tremendous it had drawn tears from her, a woman made of marble?”

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159. “The next half hour was devoted to a series of painful yoga positions. Gwendolyn, for a woman in her sixties, was disturbingly limber. As the minute hand inched toward the nine, she straightened up from her King Pigeon Pose with an ecstatic sigh that must have made someone besides me uncomfortable.”

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160. “I knew you better than you knew yourself. I was terrified you’d do exactly what you did.”

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161. “His bravado sounded suddenly false. He knew what I knew. For the moment, that was enough. The play would falter on.”

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162. “It means that you have better reasons than the rest of us to hold a grudge, but you’re also the first one who’s going to forgive him.”

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163. “What are you thinking about?’ I said, ‘The same thing you’re thinking about.’ We didn’t even need to say your name.” She frowns down into the red pool of her wine. “It was just a kiss, but God, it hurt like hell.”

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164. “James,” I said, with no idea what I meant to say after. He turned the water off, one hand lingering on the handle. A few tiny drops clung to his eyelashes, rolled down his face like tears. “What?” he said, slightly delayed.”

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165. “Our last isolated, innocent moment; the stillness that precedes the blows and billows of a storm.”

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166. “But the difference between us was that she assumed people just knew those sorts of things, while I was always worried that they didn’t.”

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167. “I’ve hope to live, and am prepared to die.”

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168. “Instead he was handsome the way you think of the devil as handsome-forbiddingly so.”

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169. “That loathsome opiate, relief, raced through my veins again – sharp and lucid at the initial prick, before everything went numb.”

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170. “Richard wasn’t an easy person to like, But he was an easy person to love.”

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171. “Alexander squeezed my arm. “And I and now we three have spoke it, let the stupid bastard do his worst.”

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172. “His voice sounded flat, wrong, as if someone had struck a false note on the piano.”

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173. “Here you will make many friends, and perhaps a few enemies. Do not let the latter prospect frighten you – if you haven’t made any enemies in life, you’ve been living too safely.”

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174. “Once upon a time, us.”

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175. “People often wanted my explanation of my relationship with James – which seemed inherently unfair, expecting one half of an equation to account for the whole – but no one has ever offered their own diagnosis.”

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176. “You didn’t tell me.” I didn’t realize until it was out of my mouth that that alone was worse than any of the rest of it. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

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177. “Like she’s a shark and you’re an oblivious fur seal.” Me: “Why is that the word everyone’s using to describe me lately?” James: “Who else called you a fur seal?” Me: “Not that. Never mind.”

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178. “I stole furtive glances at my classmates as they wrote and listened and occasionally posed questions, struck by how lucky I was to be among them.”

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179. “We were always surrounded by books and words and poetry, all the fierce passions of the world bound in leather and vellum.”

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180. “I bought a copy of the complete works with my precious pocket money and carried it everywhere, all too happy to ignore the less poetic reality of the outside world.”

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181. “No man is, perhaps, until he experiences it himself and deniability is no longer plausible. What were we, then? In ten years I have not found an adequate word to describe us.”

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182. “There was something unfamiliar in his smile, some fierce gladness that made me at once eager and uneasy.”

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183. “Who is it that you’re jealous of? Him or me?”

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184. “More willing to go to war than face my own ugly, meager demons.”

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185. “I wanted, in some strange way, to thank him for refusing to believe me.”

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