Top 100 Nenia Campbell Quotes (2026 Update)
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51. “There was something devastating about being handled gently by a cruel man. Maybe because it felt so intentional, so excruciatingly deliberate.”

— Nenia Campbell

52. “Young girls chased after bad boys for the same reason that riders broke wild horses; they wanted the rush of taming something, of bringing that raw energy to heel.”

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53. “A geas was a contract with the goddess of Fate. Sometimes one was born indentured, other times it was bestowed upon one as a curse. Because if one did not fulfill the terms of one’s geas, one died. It was old magic, the magic of the gods, spoken in the tongues of those who controlled the dragons – and it was supposed to be extinct.”

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54. “All lines are gray in the dark.”

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55. “She seemed like the kind of woman who would fall in love with the sky.”

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56. “Men who thought of themselves as gods fell the farthest, and the hardest.”

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57. “That’s why all humans are so afraid to die. Nobody wants to think they don’t matter.”

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58. “Is that something you fantasize about? Being held down and taken against your will until you come? It’s in all the books you asked me to buy for you. Every single one.”

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59. “Phineas Riordan was exactly what came to mind when someone imagined a cruel prince from a fairytale: the kind that ruined maidens instead of saving them.”

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60. “Words were the bane of her existence. She drowned in them when all she wanted was silence, only to have them recede when one desperately-sought phrase would be the key to her salvation. Most things were like that: excess in times of abundance, and shortages in times of dearth. Life, she realized, was an unbalanced scale, and would never weigh in one’s favor, struggle as one might.”

— Nenia Campbell

61. “Don’t look at Daddy like that.” He caught her chin, thumbing her kiss-swollen lips. “It’s just going to make what’s going to happen that much harder for you.”

— Nenia Campbell

62. “I didn’t understand what it was about men – not all men, but a good portion of them – that turned a good, solid “NO” into an “I’m just playing coy; try harder.”

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63. “Knives and candlelight,” he said, “how romantic.”

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64. “Knowledge is a rope, and you’re weaving a noose out of it. Leave some slack for the enemy.”

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65. “Time can be as fluid as water, and never in the way you’d like; it slows down to a standstill when you wish you could get things over with, and rushes by in a blur when you wish things would last.”

— Nenia Campbell

66. “I’m not asking you to be bad, I’m asking you to be bad for me.”

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67. “He was wild, like her, with the kind of profile sculptors liked to cast in bronze: a fiery young god chiseled from the elements. Even in moments of icy repose, she could sense that menace clawing just beneath the surface. The knowledge of its presence drew her, even as she knew that it should have repelled.”

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68. “If you don’t cut it out, I’m pulling this car over and everyone in the parking lot at Sizzler’s is going to know my name.”

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69. “And so the wolf lay with the lamb.”

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70. “Look at you, trying to climb my face. You always did love my mouth.”

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71. “The man standing in front of her was not the man he had been ten years ago. He had been hardened by violence, and she could see the glints of that menace winking out from every facet of his being like diamonds bursting under pressure. And she was as much a captive to that vicious brilliance as a moth was to a killing flame.”

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72. “I guess we don’t get to fight for the fate of the world in t-shirts.”

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73. “What will you do to me, my little sparrow? Beat your hands against my chest? Scratch me up? Shout at me in that sweet, trembling voice? If that’s the case, you tempt me to villainy, simply by making me crave the punishment.”

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74. “Some people are born to fandom, others have fandom thrust upon them.”

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75. “You came to my room in the middle of the night to show me your swords? And they say romance is dead.”

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76. “This was what happened to girls who played dark games; they lost to the men who played them better.”

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77. “As if I’d had time to drug it in the two milliseconds she’d let me out of her sight.”

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78. “His tenderness had awakened something inside her that threatened to devastate, even as it promised to satisfy the deep-seated craving she had to be loved with a savagery that bordered on ruthless. And if she let herself accept that love, she would also have to live with the fear that it could be taken away.”

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79. “Gavin had thought tragedy suited her: a young Miss Havisham, wearing the moth-eaten tatters of her frayed hopes like a ravaged bride. She had thought at first that it was the chase he craved, or the thrill of conquest, but while both of those might have been true, it was her humiliation that got him off. Physical, psychological, sexual – his favorite games were the ones he played with her head.”

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80. “There were things one could do, things so terrible, Val was certain they could make someone stop loving you. She was equally certain that she had done some of these things, and as desperate as she was to be proven otherwise, she was equally afraid that she was right. That she had become as awful as the rest of the world seemed to think she was. That she was unlovable.”

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81. “For what is magic, but passion freed from reason?”

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82. “I thought crime was a game,” he said. “But if it is, it’s one I don’t think anyone can win.”

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83. “Jay had forgotten how good it could feel to be consumed – so good that you didn’t feel the pain of it until you were already long gone.”

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84. “This is what he likes – violence and rebellion. But only when he can control it.”

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85. “The cruel boy who had used to fling her own confused desires back into her face like a knife-thrower at a carnival had become a man who could charm her into holding those selfsame blades at her own throat.”

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86. “Nothing is as deadly as the love of a powerful man.”

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87. “When your whole foundation fractured well past the point of repair, all you could do was glue the pathetic, jagged shards of your life back together and try not to bleed on them.”

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88. “He smelled like alcohol and a bad dream.”

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89. “People love beautiful things, but it isn’t enough to simply love them from afar. They want to possess them, own them. Even if – in the case of living things – the cost of ownership is that it can no longer be alive.”

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90. “You’re like one of those stars that explodes inward and sucks everything around it into darkness. You’re not living to live – you’re living for death.”

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91. “I believe you are familiar with my stance on handcuffs, shape-shifter. Particularly when you’re the one wearing them.”

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92. “There was no pleasure in possessing something of value if it came in shattered fragments.”

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93. “He wanted a fight, yes – but he wanted her willing, not besieged, with his name shattering from her lips like a broken shield as she surrendered.”

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94. “There it is,” he breathed. “That’s how you looked the night you came to me. Hot and golden, with that black dress all but falling off your body. You looked at me just like that.”

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95. “When we mated I felt your heart stop beating and it was as if the world had stopped turning. It was only while surrounded by death that I realized I had never felt more alive.”

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96. “Some plants were pyrophytic and only germinated when ravaged by fire. Gavin had scorched her with the savagery of his cruel passions until she had been conditioned to bloom in the flames.”

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97. “What was it about us, as humans, that drove us to make apologies for beautiful things?”

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98. “She pressed herself to him willingly, opening his mouth with her lips. He’d been expecting a fight, and a heartbeat before he kissed her back she felt all the tension melt from his body and he yielded to her fully, bending to her like a blade of grass against the wind.”

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99. “Fear could drive one to violence as quickly as anger could.”

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100. “I don’t know how many nights remain to us, but I know I want to spend them all with you.”

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