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“She was a complicated woman living a complex life. Art theft and forgery, an estranged uncle, and a murdered, homosexual husband. Alec was used to war, politics, natural disasters â€� tangible stories without too much mystery. He wondered if he was capable of writing a story with so much passion going on.”
― Hugo Woolley, The Wasp Trap

“How could he say, look, I've tried not to fancy you since you first took your coat off in this office. I try not to give names to what I feel for you, because I already know it's too much, and I want peace from the shit that love brings in its wake. I want to be alone, and unburdened, and free.

But I don't want you to be with anyone else. I don't want some other bastard to persuade you into a second marriage. I like knowing the possibility's there, for us to, maybe . . .

Except, it'll go wrong, of course, because it always goes wrong, because if I were the type for permanence, I'd already be married. And when it goes wrong, I'll lose you for good, and this thing we've built together, which is literally the only good part of my life, my vocation, my pride, my greatest achievement, will be forever fucked, because I won't find anyone I enjoy running things with, the way I enjoy running them with you, and everything afterward will be tainted by the memory of you.

If only she could come inside his head and see what was there, Strike thought, she'd understand that she occupied a unique place in his thoughts and in his affections. He felt he owed her that information, but was afraid that saying it might move this conversation into territory from which it would be difficult to retreat.

But from second to second, sitting here, now with more than half a bottle of neat whisky inside him, a different spirit seemed to move inside him, asking himself for the first time whether determined solitude was what he really wanted, for evermore.”
― Robert Galbraith, Troubled Blood

“But you could never say it all and you could never say it enough.”
― Liane Moriarty, Here One Moment

“Well," said Robin at last, "again, in future, maybe we could try the talking thing, before you die of a stress-induced heart attack or, you know end up killing someone we need to question?"

Strike grinned ruefully.

"Yeah. We could try that, I s'pose . . . "

Silence closed around them again, a silence that seemed to the slightly drunk Strike to thicken like honey, comforting and sweet, but slightly dangerous if you sank too far into it. Full of whisky, contrition and a powerful feeling he preferred at all times not to dwell upon, he wanted to make some kind of statement about Robin's kindness and tact, but all the words that occurred to him seemed clumsy and unserviceable: he wanted to express something of the truth, but the truth was dangerous.”
― Robert Galbraith, Troubled Blood

“She waited for him to say something else, suddenly acutely aware, as she'd never been before, that a bed lay directly above them, barely two minutes from where they sat. And, like Strike, she thought, everything I've worked and sacrificed for is in jeopardy if I take this conversation to the wrong place. Our relationship will be forever marred by awkwardness and embarrassment.

But worse than that, by far: she was scared of giving herself away. The feelings she'd been denying to Matthew, to her mother, to Ilsa and to herself must remain hidden.”
― Robert Galbraith, Troubled Blood

“I try not to give names to what I feel for you, because I already know it's too much, and I want peace from the shit that love brings in its wake. I want to be alone, and unburdened, and free.”
― Robert Galbraith, Troubled Blood

“Instead of sharing my inner thoughts with others, I tend to keep them to myself. I don't want to put a burden on anyone else with my feelings, so I usually just push them to the side and wait until they build up to the point of explosion. If I do open up to someone and share my emotions, it's a sign that I've been holding them in for too long.”
― Rifa Coolheart

“Sometimes I feel like I miss you when you're right in front of me.”
― Yulin Kuang, How to End a Love Story

“I would have fallen in love with you sooner, if you'd let me.”
― Yulin Kuang, How to End a Love Story

“And thenâ€� He leans in. Not much. Just slightly. Just enough that if she moved even an inchâ€� Their lips would touch.”
― Amelia Frostwood, Between Us: A Slow-Burn Romance Full of Banter, Chaos, and Unfinished Conversations