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"I think it’s you who’s going to rescue me. If I can be brave enough to let you.”

— E. J. Noyes, Reaping the Benefits

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Morgan took Jane’s hand and they walked toward the line waiting to scale the tower. Jane’s smaller hand tucked into hers felt like a lifeline, an anchor and Morgan never wanted to let go of this tether to normality, the sensation she could only describe as rightness.

— E. J. Noyes, Reaping the Benefits

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"... And even though I choose this and I enjoy having people admire the way I look and how that translates to something that’s emotionally recharging for me, sometimes I want to remind them that bodies are nothing more than containers to hold all the wonderful stuff that makes up humans.”

— E. J. Noyes, Reaping the Benefits

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“People tend to see what they wish to, what fits into their narrative.”

— E. J. Noyes, Reaping the Benefits

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"People don’t get upset about things that don’t mean anything to them, Belle.” 

— E. J. Noyes, Turbulence

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My mother gave me her look. The one that told me I was about to be delivered some home truths disguised as gentle guidance. Her style wasn’t to jackhammer, oh no. She was water, gently washing at your feet. It felt nice at first, until you realized that she’d rotted away all your foundations and you were about to be carried away by her tide.

— E. J. Noyes, Turbulence

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Audrey’s default state was calm amusement, along with an almost feline laziness as if nothing was particularly important. I envied and admired her for it.

— E. J. Noyes, Turbulence

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My earlier frustration and anxiety had dissipated, evaporating like steam. It was her. Her gentle humor and sweet words. Her presence. She settled me in a way I’d never felt before.

— E. J. Noyes, Turbulence

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My house style was to have no style, which according to my stylist was a style. How stylish of me.

— E. J. Noyes, Turbulence

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She scribbled. “Where do you think this vacillation comes from?” Vacillation, good one. I’d have to add it to my list of buzzwords.

— E. J. Noyes, Turbulence

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I told him frequently that bottling up emotions was unhealthy. He’d probably have a heart attack before he was fifty. No heart attacks for me—I made sure to take the cap off my emotional bottle on a semiregular basis, releasing anger by griping at incompetent people.

— E. J. Noyes, Turbulence

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My therapist used a lot of buzzwords, such as “fear conditioning,” “meaningful relationship goals,” and “defensive posturing.” I kept going back to her, so maybe she was on to something, or she was really good at bullshitting. Maybe I was just a gullible idiot who needed a guru. I certainly needed something.

— E. J. Noyes, Turbulence

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Apparently I had trust issues and used my work as a way to keep people at a distance.

— E. J. Noyes, Turbulence

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I’d been up working for most of the night before, and I still hadn’t had my midmorning coffee. Nobody is their most attentive or observant under such circumstances.

— E. J. Noyes, Turbulence

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“Trust, for me, is harder than love,” Hannah whispers, her mouth falling open as a breath trembles out. “I spent ten years playing everything so close to the vest, with a partner who... really wasn’t a partner. I didn’t believe a word he said.” There are tears in her eyes and as she smiles, they fall. “But I do. I trust you. With my daughter and with me. All of me. And I want to take the leap with you, Caroline. Sometimes I might not be able to find the right words, but I feel them.”

— Haley Cass, When You Least Expect It

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“I just didn’t realized until I looked back that I didn’t draw you just like I drew other people. Like a building. I drew you... like I would draw a queen. Like I’m in love with you.”

— Haley Cass, When You Least Expect It

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“No. I’m not... I can’t date right now.” Her eyebrows scrunch up in that contemplative way, those perfect lips twisting into a frown. “It’s... there’s so much...” She trails off, staring at Caroline intently, as if willing her to just understand what she’s trying to say.

It’s something she’s certainly picked up along the way with Hannah, the way she struggles at times to put into words what she has on her mind. Whether it’s because she doesn’t want to share and is so used to keeping everything close to the vest, Caroline isn’t sure. But she gets it.

— Haley Cass, When You Least Expect It