Namaste friends. This post is a collection of quotes from the book - The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid. The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo is a wildly addictive journey of a reclusive Hollywood starlet as she reflects on her relentless rise to the top and the risks she took, the loves she lost, and the long-held secrets the public could never imagine.
The world respects people who think they should be running it.
It strikes me as a unique form of power to say your own name when you know that everyone in the room, everyone in the world, already knows it.
Do yourself a favor and learn how to grab life by the balls, dear. Don’t be so tied up trying to do the right thing when the smart thing is so painfully clear.
When you’re given an opportunity to change your life, be ready to do whatever it takes to make it happen. The world doesn’t give things, you take things. If you learn one thing from me, it should probably be that.
I think the difference between an actress and a star is that the star feels comfortable being the very thing the world wants her to be.
If you’ve never been smacked across the face, let me tell you something, it is humiliating. Mostly because your eyes start to tear up, whether you mean to be crying or not. The shock of it and the sheer force of it stimulate your tear ducts. There is no way to take a smack across the face and look stoic. All you can do is remain still and stare straight ahead, allowing your face to turn red and your eyes to bloom.
The truth is, praise is just like an addiction. The more you get it, the more of it you need just to stay even.
You have to push people’s boundaries and not feel bad about it. No one is going to give you anything if you don’t ask for it.
You know damn well what you are. How you affect the people around you. I’d kill for a chest like that and full lips like yours. You make people think of undressing you just by showing up in a room fully clothed.
People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is “You’re safe with me” - that’s intimacy.
When you’ve been bested, sometimes it’s good to recognize it and move on.
Sometimes reality comes crashing down on you. Other times reality simply waits, patiently, for you to run out of the energy it takes to deny it.
No one goes around throwing caution to the wind unless the wind is blowing their way.
Of course, that’s the easiest lie to tell, one you know the other person desperately wants to be true.
We’re all whores, really, in some way or another. At least in Hollywood.
You do not know how fast you have been running, how hard you have been working, how truly exhausted you are, until someone stands behind you and says, “It’s OK, you can fall down now. I’ll catch you.”
There is a certain freedom in marrying a man when you aren’t hiding anything.
You should know this about the rich: they always want to get richer. It is never boring, getting your hands on more money.
You, of all people, should know that you can’t tell a single thing about a person’s true character if you both want the same thing. That’s like a dog and a cat getting along because they both want to kill the mouse.
You’re not really famous if anybody still likes you.
Pictures speak very loudly. In general, we can almost never shake what we see with our eyes.
Taking pride in your beauty is a damning act. Because you allow yourself to believe that the only thing notable about yourself is something with a very short shelf life.
It’s always been fascinating to me how things can be simultaneously true and false, how people can be good and bad all in one, how someone can love you in a way that is beautifully selfless while serving themselves ruthlessly.
Relationships are complex. People are messy, and love can be ugly. I’m inclined to always err on the side of compassion.
We all can’t go around treating people like dog shit and then expecting that a simple I’m sorry erases it.
Guilt is a feeling I’ve never made much peace with. I find that when it rears its head, it brings an army. When I feel guilty for one thing, I start to see all the other things I should feel guilty for.
Sex is just an act. Sexuality is a sincere expression of desire and pleasure.
Some marriages aren’t really that great. Some loves aren’t all-encompassing. Sometimes you separate because you weren’t that good together to begin with. Sometimes divorce isn’t an earth-shattering loss. Sometimes it’s just two people waking up out of a fog.
No one is just a victim or a victor. Everyone is somewhere in between. People who go around casting themselves as one or the other are not only kidding themselves, but they’re also painfully unoriginal.