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“Be leery of silence. It doesn't mean you won the argument. Often, people are just busy reloading their guns.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“You need to calm down and remember that everyone grieves differently. Doesn't mean they don't care. You don't judge people in pain, and you damn sure don't lash out at them when they've lost what Syn has!”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Born of Betrayal

“Never let fears get in the way of happiness, because fear can lead to such irrational reasoning, and we can make dreadful mistakes, saying things we can’t take back.”
― Jacqueline Winspear, The Consequences of Fear

“Sometimes it's easier to be mad at the people close to us,' Vivi said, 'than to be mad at the people who deserve it.”
― Holly Black, The Lost Sisters

“No, he was angry because he wanted to help more, and he couldn't. Knowing that all you can give isn't enough is its own burden. That was all.”
― James S.A. Corey, Babylon’s Ashes

“Never make crucial decisions when angry. The rage that clouds judgement fades and only its consequences linger thereafter.”
― Stewart Stafford

“NO one from Bill Cosby’s family was by his side in court [for the sentencing]. Not his children, not Camille. But Camille was still vocal and outraged. In fact, the week before, she had hand delivered an ethics complaint about Judge O’Neill to the state’s Judicial Conduct Board. Her complaint claimed that O’Neill had a grudge with Castor dating back to 1999 when they both ran for district attorney and O’Neill dated a woman in Castor’s office.
She also called O’Neill “arrogant,â€� “corrupt,â€� and “unethicalâ€� and revealed she’d hired a retired FBI agent to investigate the judge.”
― Nicole Weisensee Egan, Chasing Cosby: The Downfall of America's Dad

“Camille Cosby released a statement of her own. In it she lashed out at the media, at Steele, and at the entire prosecution team. She compared her husband’s case to that of Emmett Till, a fourteen-year-old African American boy who was lynched in 1955 Mississippi after being falsely accused of leering at a white woman, and Darryl Hunt, an African American man who served nineteen years in prison after being falsely convicted of raping and murdering a white woman in North Carolina in 1984.”
― Nicole Weisensee Egan, Chasing Cosby: The Downfall of America's Dad

“Shouldn't you be taking her to a doctor instead?"
"Oh! Why didn't we think of that?" India snapped. He could take his imperiousness elsewhere, she didn't need it. "Thank you, but we got this."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to pry. Is there anything I can do?" He continued to study Tara.
India should have told him to help by leaving. Instead she said, "You can start by fixing the damn health care system, by not making compromises on the policy you've drawn up.”
― Sonali Dev, Incense and Sensibility

“You've been keeping in touch with the reporter?"
"He came by the diner the other day. And that reminds me, you told me he was a by-the-book detective. Calhoun has evidence to the contrary."
He squared his shoulders and faced me head-on. Betsy was pushed out of the middle.
"What are you implying?" he spat.
"Hey, y'all," Betsy interjected.
"I'm not implying anything. I just want to know if you still think Detective Thornton is a pristine detective."
"Do you always believe everything people tell you?" Alex's jaw clenched.
"No." I bared my teeth.
If he wanted a fight, he'd certainly get one!
He took a step closer to me. "You believe the reporter?"
I jerked my head.
His neck was corded and his arms tensed. Boy, was he angry. "Some asshole floats into town with tall tales, dangling bait in front of your pretty little face, and you just bite? You've known him for two damn seconds. Me, you've known your whole damn life."
"Um... y'all," Betsy said louder.
"Where is all this anger comin' from?" I shrieked. "Somebody is going around murdering people. And since the department had to march to the tune of a crooked cop, I felt I had to do something."
That was a grave allegation I honestly didn't believe. He had ruffled my feathers and I was lashing out.
"And your keen investigative skills led you to believe I was dirty? Perhaps you think I'm the one going around killing people?" His voice teetered on unhinged.
"Don't be stupid," I said, more calmly.
He felt patronized, that was beyond obvious. Guilt washed over me like a tidal wave and I was searching for the appropriate words to apologize effectively, when he said, "What's with you and older men? Daddy issues?"
I gasped. "How dare you?"
That was the ugliest thing he could have ever said in this moment. And he'd said it.
His facial expression changed, and he took a step forward. I took one backward.
Eddie's commanding voice boomed, "Enough."
"I tried to warn y'all," Betsy said softly.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and Killer Cravings

“You need to grow up and deal with the fact that just because I can do some stuff doesn't mean I can do everything we used to, even if it makes you feel bad, because pretending it don't happen doesn't stop it from being a thing. it just is.”
― Laura Tims, The Art of Feeling

“All you have done is help yourself to our money.'

'Your mate's money.' Another flash of hurt. 'Thank you so much for taking time out of your home-making and shopping to remember me.'

'I built a room in this house for you. I asked you to help me decorate it. You told me to piss off.'

'Why would I ever want to stay in this house?' Where she could see precisely how happy they were, where none of them seemed remotely as decimated as she'd been by the war. She'd come so close to being a part of it- of that circle. Had held their hands as they'd stood together on the morning of the final battle and believed they might all make it.

Then she'd learned precisely how mercilessly it might be ripped away. What the cost of hop and joy and love truly was. She never wanted to face it again. Never wanted to endure what she'd felt in that forest clearing, with the King of Hybern chuckling, blood everywhere. Her power hadn't been enough to save them that day. She supposed she'd been punishing it for failing her every since, keeping it locked up tight inside her.

Feyre said, 'Because you're my sister.'

'Yes, and you're always sacrificing for us, your sad little human family-”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“There was nothing that could have been done to save him, Nesta.'

The words were kindling. Elain had accepted his death as inevitable. She hadn't bothered to fight him, as if he hadn't been worth the effort, precisely as Nesta knew she herself wasn't worth the effort.

This time, Nesta didn't stop the power from shining in her eyes, she shook so violently she had to fist her hands. 'You tell yourself there's nothing that could have been done because it's unbearable to think that you could have saved him, if you'd only deigned to show up a few minutes earlier.' The lie was bitter in her mouth.

It wasn't Elain's fault their father had died. No, that was entirely Nesta's own fault. But if Elain was determined to root out the good in her, then she'd show her sister how ugly she could be. Let a fraction of this agony rip into her.

This was why Elain had chosen Feyre. This.

Feyre had rescued Elain time and again. BUt Nesta had sat by, armed only with her viper's tongue. Sat by while they starved. Sat by when Hybern stole them away and shoved them into the Cauldron. Sat by when Elain had been kidnapped. And when their father had been in Hybern's grip, she had done nothing, nothing to save him, either. Fear had frozen her, blanketing her mind, and she'd let it do so, let it master her, so that by the time her father's neck had snapped, it had been too late. And entirely her fault.

Why wouldn't Elain choose Feyre?”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames