Psychology Quote by Shana Abé

“I hate it here. I hate everyone here. I hate that I am so different. I love it here and I want to belong…

— Shana Abe

“How good to see you, Miss Jones.” That debonair tone, the friendly press of his hand upon mine. It was such a contrast to…

— Shana Abe

“You’re naught but a human man. You couldn’t possibly understand.” He lifted a brow, still smiling. “Liar.” “Cutpurse.” “Runaway.” “Swindler! “Coward,” he said softly,…

— Shana Abe

“He had a swift and utterly lucid vision of himself in this position in thirty-odd years. Loathsome tea, hot steam, silver spoon, and fifty-year-old…

— Shana Abe

“Why do you want to know?” The shrug again. “Just wondering.” “Really. You’ve skipped your lawn tennis or duck hunting or whiskey drinking or…

— Shana Abe

“She was too compelling to look at directly. Bright like the sun, bright and terrible. Only one other being could look upon her, and…

— Shana Abe

“You said I was pretty, before." "Did I?" A new laugh escaped him, mirthless. "How unoriginal. I must be the master of understatement. I…

— Shana Abé

“I thought that ground fire couldn’t reach the zeppelins,” I said. “I thought that guns on the ground didn’t have the range.” “Eleanore. Do…

— Shana Abe

“Something inside his chest unlocked--wildly, slowly, a peculiar sort of melting. He was lost. He was the thorn and the thistle, blown upon her…

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“Right,” I said once more, because it sounded firm, and because Armand’s brittle desolation was beginning to eat at me. None of this, after…

— Shana Abe

“She did what she could for him. She kissed him in return. She lost her breath and both her hearts, and finally Turned to…

— Shana Abé

“Your Royal Grace, Forgive my boldness. If I might inquire: How old are you? —Kimber”

— Shana Abé