Hello friends. This post is a collection of quotes from the book - The Wife Upstairs by Rachel Hawkins. With delicious suspense, incisive wit, and a fresh, feminist sensibility, The Wife Upstairs flips the script on a timeless tale of forbidden romance, ill-advised attraction, and a wife who just won’t stay buried.
There’s a trick to spinning lies. You have to embed the truth in there, just a glimmer of it. That’s the part that will catch people, and it’s what makes the rest of your lies sound like truth, too.
One thing growing up in the foster system taught me was to watch people’s eyes more than you listened to what they said. Mouths were good at lying, but eyes usually told the truth.
What would it feel like to be the kind of woman who spent $250 on an ugly bag just because you could?
We may be standing here, his hand on my arm, but we’re not together. There’s still a big fucking canyon between the Eddie Rochesters of the world and me.
Gossip is tricky, slippery. Pretend to be too interested, and suddenly you look suspicious.
I’ve been dodging men’s hands since I was twelve, so wishing a man would touch me is a novel experience. I think I like it.
I’m so used to men lying to me, manipulating me, that now I see it where it doesn’t exist.
This is another trick I’ve learned over the years - make people think they have the upper hand, and they trust you so much faster.
What I have is, after all, like winning the fucking lottery, and I’ve learned the hard way that wanting more is what fucks you in the end.
I don’t know what the signs are that a man is thinking of proposing to you - I’ve actually never known anyone who got engaged. People I’ve met are either firmly single or already married, and not for the first time in my life, I wish I had an actual friend. Someone to talk to, just one person who knew the whole truth about everything. But I’ve only got me.
No one has ever chosen me before. I’ve spent my life being passed around and looked over.
I know plenty of girls dream about their wedding day, but I never had, not really. Maybe it had just seemed like something so far out of the realm of possibility for me, or maybe I just had bigger things to worry about. Turns out, I fucking love this shit.
Men can do that - find one thing that looks good, then wear it for the rest of their lives, pretty much.
Usually, the size difference between us is kind of a turn-on. Eddie is sleek, but brawny - he’s got real muscle, the kind you get from actually working, not just going to the gym. He makes me feel even smaller and more delicate than I am. But for the first time, it occurs to me how easy it would be for him to hurt me. To overpower me.
That’s what you do when people threaten you, Jane. When they try to fuck you over. You don’t give in to them, you don’t give them what they want, you remind them that you’re the one in charge, you’re making the rules.
It’s one thing to consider seducing the man who murdered your best friend, the man who’s keeping you locked up, the man you thought you knew, the man you married. It’s another thing to go through with it.
I’ve known violent men. I’ve been around too many of them, and I learned how to sniff them out early. I had to.
I’d always been the type to seize on opportunities that presented themselves, rather than the person to go out and make those opportunities happen.
I’ve gotten good at thinking on my feet over the years and getting past shock as quickly as possible. That’s been a necessary survival skill. It serves me well now.
The stressful part is always making the decision. Once you’ve made it, it’s done, and you feel better.
A man who overestimates his intelligence is a man who can be easily manipulated.
I’m just a girl who got caught up in other people’s bullshit. Who got to taste a different life only to have it taken away, because that’s how it always goes.