Dee Quotes

“I didn't tell you this because I'm sure you would've changed your mind about the dress."
"What?" I frowned. "Does it make my butt look big?"
She laughed. "No. You looked stunning in it."
"Then what's the deal?"
Her smile turned downright mischievous. "Oh, you know, just that the color red is Daemon's favorite.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“We can't lose you," she said after a few moments of awkward as hell silence. "You have to understand that we aren't doing this because we don't care about Kat. We're doing this because we love you."

"But I love her," I said without hesitation.

Dee's eyes widened, probably since it was the first time she'd herd me say it out loud, well, about anyone other than my family. I wished I had said it more often, especially to Kat. Funny how that kind of shit always turns out in the end. While you're deep in something, you never say or do what you need to. It's always after the fact, when it's too late that you realize what you've should've said or done/

It couldn't be too late. I knew that. The fact that I was still alive was testament to that. Like Dee said, though, there were worse things than death.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Origin

“What?" he demanded.
"Did you just...clean a dish?" Dee backed away slowly, blinking. She glanced at Daemon. "The world is going to end. And I’m still a vir—"

"No!" both the brothers yelled in unison.

Daemon looked like he was actually going to vomit. "Jesus, don’t ever finish that statement. Actually, don’t ever change that. Thank you."

Her mouth dropped open."You expect me to never have—"

"This isn’t a conversation I want to start my morning with." Dawson grabbed his book bag off the kitchen table. "I’m so leaving for school before this gets more detailed."

"And why aren’t you dressed yet?" Dee demanded, her full attention concentrated on Daemon. "You’re going to be late."

"I’m always late."
"Punctuality makes perfect.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Shadows

“Daemon!" Dee called from the kitchen. "I need your help!"
"We should go see what she's doing before she destroys your kitchen." He rubbed his hands down his face. "It's possible.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“Some powers come more easily to others, but Matthew rocks at reading energies.”
“What?” I set my fork back down. “Our biology teacher is an alien? Holy crap…all I can think of is that movie The Faculty.” Dee choked on her orange juice. “We don’t snatch bodies.”
I hoped not.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“I think it's obvious if you're wanted here or not."
"Daemon," hissed Dee, her cheeks red. She turned to me, tears in her eyes. "He's not being serious."
"Are you being serious, Daemon?" Ash turned in his lap, head cocked to the side.
My heart was already pounding in my chest when his eyes met mine. His were sheltered. "Actually I was being serious." He leaned over the table, staring up at me through thick lashes. "You're not wanted here."
Dee spoke again, but I was beyond hearing. My face felt like it was on fire. People around us were starting to stare. One of the Thompson boys was smirking while the other looked as though he wanted to crawl underneath the table for me. The rest of the kids at the table were staring at their plates. One of them snickered.
I'd never been more humiliated in my life.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“Ada dunia di sekelilingmu. Ada aku di sampingmu. Namun, kamu mendamba rasa sendiri itu.”
― Dee, Filosofi Kopi: Kumpulan Cerita dan Prosa Satu Dekade

“Cuaca demi cuaca melalui kami, dan kebenaran akan semakin dipojokkan. Sampai akhirnya nanti, badai meletus dan menyisakan kejujuran yang bersinar. Entah menghangatkan, atau menghanguskan.”
― Dee, Filosofi Kopi: Kumpulan Cerita dan Prosa Satu Dekade

“Wow, you're never allowed to sleep late again. You're crankier than a fat guy in stilettos.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Lament: The Faerie Queen's Deception

“It's like thinking you're going to heaven, but when you get there it turns out to be Cleveland.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Ballad: A Gathering of Faerie

“Don't worry about it, Mikey," Dee said comfortingly. "You'll probably be next, so you won't be here when our Great Deception comes crashing down.”
― L.J. Smith, The Forbidden Game

“Stay."

The strangled word, spoken in anguish, tore at her heart, ripped through her resolve. She swiped at the tears raining over her cheeks and slowly turned, forcing the painful truth past her lips. "I can't stay. I can no longer give you what you want. I can't give you a son."

Dallas stepped off the veranda and extended a bouquet of wildflowers toward her. "Then stay and give me what I need."

Her heart lurched at the abundance of flowers wilting within his smothering grasp. She shook her head vigorously. "You don't need me. There are a dozen eligible women in Leighton who would happily give you a son and within the month there will be at least a dozen more—"

"I'll never love any of them as much as I love you. I know that as surely as I know the sun will come up in the morning."

Her breath caught, her trembling increased, words lodged in her throat. He loved her? She watched as he swallowed.

"I know I'm not an easy man. I don't expect you to ever love me, but if you'll tolerate me, I give you my word that I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy—"

Quickly stepping forward, she pressed her shaking fingers against his warm lips. "My God, don't you know that I love you? Why do you think I'm leaving? I'm leaving because I do love you—so much. Dallas, I want you to have your dream, I want you to have your son."

Closing his eyes, he laid his roughened hand over hers where it quivered against his lips and pressed a kiss against the heart of her palm.

"I can't promise that I won't have days when I'll look toward the horizon and feel the aching emptiness that comes from knowing we'll never have a child to pass our legacy on to…"Opening his eyes, he captured her gaze. "But I know the emptiness you'll leave behind will eat away at me every minute of every day."

-Dallas and Dee”
― Lorraine Heath, Texas Glory

“She rolled her eyes. "Then what happened?"

Rubbing his temples, he glanced at the door. "Bethany and I were making out and something happened that never happened before."

Dee leaned back. A look of supreme disgust clouded her pretty face. "Uh, yuck if this is about any kind of premat-"

"Oh my God, shut and listen, okay?" He dragged a hand through his hair. "we were making out, and I lost my hold on my human form. I lit up like a freaking Christmas tree.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout

“Dee:I can't believe you ate all the ice cream, Daemon!
Daemon:I didn't eat all of it.
Dee:Oh, so it ate itself? Did the spoon eat it? Oh wait, I know. The carton ate it.
Daemon:Actually, I think the freezer ate it.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Onyx

“What are you doing?" she asked.

Grimacing, he considered returning his mouth to hers and kissing her until she forgot the question and his strange behavior, but he had to know the truth. Dammit, he had to know. "Amelia told me that her toes curl when Houston kisses her. I was just trying to see if your toes curl when I kiss you."

She turned a lovely shade of rose and rolled her shoulders toward her chin. "My whole body curls when you kiss me."

"Your whole body?"

She nodded quickly."Every inch."

"Well, hell," he said as he settled his mouth greedily over hers with plans to keep her body tightly curled for the remainder of the night.

-Dallas and Dee”
― Lorraine Heath, Texas Glory

“Austin could do little more than stare at the woman. "It's a prairie dog," he reminded her.

Cautiously, she brushed her fingers over its head. "It's just a baby. Please help her."

Dee was looking at him with so much hope in her big brown eyes that he couldn't do what he knew needed to be done. He slipped his gun into his holster. Thank God, she was married to his brother and not to him. Dallas could break her heart. Austin wouldn't.”
― Lorraine Heath, Texas Glory

“Cordelia!"

She staggered to a stop and slowly turned as her father's voice reverberated around the room.

"You just accused your brothers of trying to commit murder."

"No, Father. From this day forward, Cameron is the only brother I have. If you allow these two to remain in your home after what I have just told you, then I also have no father."

"You're as high-spirited and stubborn as your mother. I warned Leigh that he needed to keep a tight rein on you, but he wouldn't listen."

"Dallas isn't one to follow in other men's footsteps. Giving him permission to marry me was the finest gift you could have ever given me.”
― Lorraine Heath, Texas Glory

“I had done something wrong. I shouldn't have shown him. But he had known, hadn't he? What had I done? I retreated quickly down the aisle, pushing my way through the double doors into the porch, where I swiped one of my eyes dry. For a long moment I stood in the dim room, looking blankly at the flyers for bake sales and Bible studies on the noticeboard.
Then I heard him shout, "Damn you! Why?"
I looked through the clear glass of the porch doors to see if he spoke to some barely seen faerie. But to my eyes, there was no one there but Luke and God.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Lament: The Faerie Queen's Deception

“And all because a boy loved a girl,” she said at last.”
― Lauren Kate, Rapture

“Hey, buddy. Are you ready to swim with Joshua? And eat hot dogs?”
Brady nodded. “Hot dogs! Thew’s a pawty in my tummy!” He giggled and grinned at me.
I rolled my eyes and set him down on the floor. “You’re going to make me sing it back?” 
He nodded, bouncing.
I rubbed my hand over my stomach. “So yummy, so yummy.” 
He fell back onto his bottom and rolled on the floor in a fit of laughter. 
“No more YoGabbaGabba, li’l man. It makes Dee’s brain crazy.”
― Amber L. Johnson, Eight Days a Week

“That's the second reporter to call me 'boyish.'"
"Boyish is nice," Dee offers.
He tips his head towards her. "I'm nineteen. I'm not boyish."
"It's your hair," I tell him without glancing up from the magazine, and Dee laughs.
"My hair?" he asks, incredulous. "What's wrong with my hair?"
"Nothing. But you had it that way when you were younger, right? During the Finch Four years?"
He frowns. "Yeah, I guess. I don't know."

"Yeah," Dee says. "You did. Same haircut. Kind of almost shaggy."
"Shaggy?"

"Yeah." I gesture near his ear. "It sort of starts to curl right here. The look is a little..."
Dee and I both study his face for a moment.
"...boyish," Dee decides.
We both giggle, and Matt's eyes widen as if we've betrayed him. "Girls are mean! I'm bailing out of this bus at the next rest stop."
"Unlikely," I tell him.”
― Emery Lord, Open Road Summer

“That dress is couture," the stylist calls nervously before I can answer. The poor woman's eyes display sheer horror, like she's watching peanut salt fall onto the dress in slow motion.

"Oh no," Dee says sarcastically. "Well, good thing I didn't eat it.”
― Emery Lord, Open Road Summer