Eleanor And Park Quotes Novels & Stories

She found Joel still seated comfortably as he bobbed his head to the music in his ears. Shooting him a killing look, she sat on one of the chairs close to the door. The motivational posters of various colours that decorated the sky-blue painted walls caught her attention. And most of them, she observed, contained quotes from famous people. Some she had heard of and some she had read about. "A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it's in hot water." ~ Eleanor Roosevelt. That one made her smile. “The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." ~ Nelson Mandela

Eleanor said, looking at me with a smirk. "My dear El, I don't run after trouble, trouble runs after me. I just know how to put an end for them." I shrugged and I looked down at her; she was shorter than me. We stared at each other with satisfaction for a moment before we burst out in laughter and high fived each other for the success we had just achieved.

Then suddenly resumed. “I think you should.” Ava blinked. Interesting. Very interesting. The recommendation sounded sincere. Not strategic. Not calculated. Supportive. A rare difference. Eleanor looked toward her. “You have built something impressive.” Ava smiled softly. “Thank you.” The older woman nodded. Then returned her attention to the scarf. Yet a few moments later she spoke again. “Do not underestimate yourself.” The statement lingered. Unexpectedly powerful. Interesting. Very interesting. Because Ava remembered a time when hearing those words from Eleanor would have seemed impossible.

“I think lucky and brave aren’t the same thing.” Eleanor looked at him for a long moment. “You’re going to do very good work,” she said softly. “For the rest of your life. I want you to know that I believe that completely.” “I’ll try,” Dave said. “Don’t try,” Eleanor said, with the particular firmness of someone who had lived long enough to know the difference. “Just do it. The way you’ve been doing it all year. Without asking whether it’s worth it. Because it always is.”

Her eyes were wandering around my face for a reaction. "Soo…" I shrugged. "About the pool..." We got interrupted by the knock on the door. "Who?" "Sir, just wanted to let you know that...." It's fine. Eleanor stopped halfway. "Come on, Eleanor. Went from making a toast to hugging by that pool." "Huh? Pool? What? No?" She hits her forehead lightly in frustration. I don't know if I need an explanation for any of that. Jealousy… "You know what?? Just get some refreshment. I want to get busy with something." He stopped her from saying all the things she was about to say.

Eleanor said again and I held her hand gently. "Let's go together. We'll leave this pack and go to a better world where we'll be free from all this clutches. No one to order you around, sexually harass you or hit you and no one to keep us confined. We'll find our freedom" I stated calmly and her gaze softened. "Sounds nice. But I'm scared" Eleanor muttered with a smile. "Don't be scared, hon. Trust me as you always do" I replied and hugged her... Eleanor's POV

"I love Adrian. And I’d rather be a 'dressmaker' with a heart than a lady with nothing but a cold bank account." The silence that followed was deafening. Eleanor’s fork paused in mid-air. Adrian actually stopped breathing for a second. "How... quaint," Eleanor finally said, her voice dripping with venom. "I suppose we’ll see how far that 'heart' gets you when the year is up." After lunch, Eleanor left with a swirl of expensive perfume and a final, lingering look of hatred. Adrian led me back to the foyer, his hand tight on my arm. "What was that?" he hissed as soon as the door closed. "'I love Adrian'?"

Whether intentional or not, Eleanor glanced at Alex Ye as she spoke, seemingly seeking affirmation or perhaps hinting at some gossip. Alex's expression remained unchanged, only nodding in agreement with a quiet "Mhm." Eleanor inquired further, "You and Michelle got home around that time, right?" Alex: "Mhm." Eleanor: "Did you see the fireworks?" Alex: "Mhm." In Eleanor's opinion, her son clearly lacked a sense of romance. Noticing Alex's indifferent attitude, Eleanor shifted her attention to Michelle. She said, "Michelle, you might not know, but there's a saying in Rivenhold..."

Eleanor looked at Niro, but his eyes were expressionless now. "N-Niro..." she whispered softly, but he just put his hands in his pockets and turned away. "Niro!" Knight repeated. "Lexus is in the police car," he simply said. He started walking away. "Niro..." Eleanor called again. She took a deep breath, gathering strength to make her voice a little louder. She wanted Niro to hear clearly. "Thank you for always saving me, and now, for saving us," Eleanor said tearfully.

"Why would he do that?" "Well, I don't know. I was walking up the stairs and he stopped me and said all sort of nasty words, like Luciano knows good thing when he sees one," Eleanor narrated absentmindedly, then switched to mimicking Elliot's voice. "Luciano wouldn't minds sharing, oh! I can't wait to do what my mind's says, oh! Luciano must feel very lucky. I'm sure he wouldn't mind sharing or renting you out for a night." She said croakily. "I'm not an asset if I'm in allowed to speak, so what's with the whole 'sharing me stuff' I would have smack his face hard if I wasn't a slave." Eleanor scoffed rolling her eyes, then gasped loudly when she realised all what she had said.