Katherine Pierce Quotes Novels & Stories

“You’re thinking too small.” I frowned. “She wins because you keep playing at jealousy,” Katherine continued. “You act like a wounded girl. And now she is just doing what anyone in her place would be doing, living the moment while you down in your pain.” “I am not…” “You are,” she interrupted smoothly. “It’s why nothing you do works.” The insult landed harder than I wanted to admit. “I tried,” I snapped. “I pushed where I could.”

They just stood there, shoulder to shoulder, looking out over the lake, both wrapped in the stillness. Katherine was the first to break the silence. “Thank you,” she said, her voice low and sincere, the wind catching a strand of her hair and blowing it across her face. She didn’t brush it away. “For what you did. For Carolina. For Devon.” Kingsley turned to look at her. She was still watching the water, arms crossed loosely over her chest, her expression thoughtful. “You didn’t have to come,” she continued. “You didn’t have to get involved, or say anything. And giving up your prize like that… that’s not nothing. That’s huge. You did something really selfless.”

I wasn’t able to help myself. So I knew nothing to say to him because no one ever said the right words to me. -:- Alexander Walters “Alex, it’s a pity that you have to go through this and I know it’s tough for you but there are some things that you just have to be strong to live with,” Katherine said and I arched my brows at her. Did she just say that to me?

I think I'm just finally being something I was always there. She tilted her head, considering that. Yes, she said. That's exactly it. We stayed talking for a long time after that, the wine going slowly, the evening settling around us. Katherine talked about choice and guilt and the particular kind of social pressure that sat on women who stepped outside the lines that had been drawn for them, and she spoke from experience, from her own divorce and everything that had come after it, and I listened and felt understood in a way that still surprised me slightly, how easy it was with her, how little I had to manage.

She wished she could take them both down in one shot. Liz sniggered and turned around, sleeping with her back to Katherine. "Am I not good enough? Or I am not a kind woman," asked Katherine with a thoughtful expression as she held another glass of wine in her hand. She stretched her legs on the window panel and leaned on the chair, as she looked at the peaceful night. "Kindness has no link with stupidity," Liz answered, "You know, before liking someone, you had better research that man. Especially since you have a dark past with someone who used to be the love of your life, even though I gave you enough warning about him."

“But relationships also require softer intelligence.” “…Softer.” “Yes.” I disliked that phrase immediately. Percy pressed on bravely. “Remembering things she says. Understanding moods. Paying attention when she’s upset even if she claims she’s fine.” “That sounds manipulative.” “That’s because you negotiate treaties like hostage situations.” A pause. “…Fair.” Percy looked genuinely shocked I admitted that. Then: “Sire… if I may offer one important observation?” “You may.” “Lady Katherine doesn’t seem materialistic.”

“They see me caring about something — or someone — for the first time in years, and they think it makes me weak. So they punish the one person who makes me feel alive.” She shook her head slowly. “But it’s just a job. I’m just a creative —” “No.” His hands tightened on her arms. “Don’t ever say that. You’re not ‘just’ anything. You walked into that building and turned everything upside down. You challenged me. You changed me. And now you’re crying because of them, and they’re not even worth a single one of your tears.” Katherine gave a small, broken laugh. “That sounds like something out of a bad romance novel.”

Katherine glared and angrily shouted, "Nonsense!" "You don't even know the cause of the illness yet you're here boasting. A bunch of incompetents, and you have the nerve to call others con artists. Even if he is a con artist, at least he gave us something! What about you? All you do is talk about tests and scans. Without your machines. Can you do anything at all?" After saying that, Katherine was about to give the pill to her mother. "No!"

“Anyone can tell this is photoshopped.” “You are lying against me now,” I joined in with an angry look. “You want to paint me out to be the horrible person. It won’t work. I’ll make sure I make you regret this. Better don’t cross my lane or I’ll show you the true meaning of pain. You poor wench.” Katherine smiled that sweet smile and looked up at me. "I wonder." She said softly, "what would happen if Dacre ever got to hear of this?" She didn’t blink. Just smiled.