Tough Chicks Quotes

“Gripping his hand, she shook. “The name’s Neve, not damsel in distress.”
― Katherine McIntyre, Poisoned Apple

“Because you are probably the single strongest, most capable person I've ever met, and you just had a total meltdown. I was there when you came to work the day after your stepdad's funeral. I was there when that idiot accidentally shot you through the hand with a nail gun, stapling you to a stud wall, and you calmly whipped the hammer out of your belt, got the nail out, and without batting an eyelash or dropping a tear told him to get the rest of the wall together while you went for a tetanus shot. You're a seriously tough cookie, Miss Anneke, so if you're this upset, upset enough to let my distasteful hateful personage come anywhere near you, leet alone comfort you? Things must be bad.”
― Stacey Ballis, Recipe for Disaster

“You will tell me who said this to you and I will take care of it."
I'm touched by his defense. "What will you do? Beat up the other imperial princesses because they were mean to me? You're sweet. But I prefer to fight my own battles.”
― Emiko Jean, Tokyo Ever After

“Here is your Carnitas Eggs Benedict with Chipotle Hollandaise. I still feel bad about dropping your food the other day."
He shook his head. "Don't apologize. You were shocked. I'm just grateful I can eat here every day now."
"Until you close it down."
Ouch. "Well, maybe we can add these to the menu."
Julieta rolled her eyes.
Man, she was tough.”
― Alana Quintana Albertson, Ramón and Julieta

“Instead of him savoring imminent victory, his mind swept back to the taste of her sauce on his tongue—woodsmoke and black pepper, sweet heat. Much better than he was giving her credit for.
But what knocked him flat was the smoothness of her finger—delicate, pliable, soft. So unlike her rigid poise, the angular cut of her high cheekbones. The slash of her pointed chin. Sharp edges that matched the cut of her words. Sharp edges at odds with the supple curve of her fingertip.
For a moment, when he’d slipped his mouth around her pinky, he’d felt a jolt. An awakening. An awareness that maybe the hardness on her outside didn’t match the woman inside.”
― Chandra Blumberg, Stirring Up Love