Olivia Benson Quotes の小説・ストーリー

“I just can’t face any of them anymore, A. The way they look at me now pierces me inside. My whole reputation is tainted! This is what I get for being nice. I should have just let him find Breanna and walk away before anyone came.” “No! Don’t say that! Do you know why? Because that is not you. You are a gem of a person, Olivia Jamerson. It’s not your fault that they don’t appreciate it. It takes guts and a whole damn lot of heart to push aside your hatred for him and try to help protect him, something they all lack. So, don’t you dare regret that, okay?” she replied sternly. Tilting my head up, I saw her looking at me with concern and pity. A small ball of tears lingered in her dark brown ey

Without saying anything, Olivia sat on the sofa opposite Chaesa. "If you have something to say to me, then just say it; there is no need to beat around the bush," Olivia said. "Wow, what kind of bitch did Zayden bring to be this bold with me?" she said haughtily. "If you're just coming to make fun of me, I can't deal with you. My time is too valuable to listen to your banter," Olivia said, rising from her seat. "You have a lot of guts, too, as a woman, to be sacrificed."

He won't hesitate to remind me that I deserve a better man like him. Slowly, I peeped at them and noticed they weren't looking in my direction. I read their lips. They weren't speaking to each other either. The situation must have been so overwhelming that they could not even utter a word. “Olivia, you can do this. Don't subject yourself to suffering.” I assured myself with words of encouragement. I had no idea what I was talking about, but I was hoping it would be helpful. I needed all the motivation I could get.

“We’ll wait for Chet’s call together. Benson left my room and returned with a pot of tea and pastries for us to enjoy while we waited for Chet’s call. We had finished our first cup when Benson’s phone rang again. “Hello, Chet,” Benson said. “What did Olivia decide?” “She wants to do it,” Chet said. “Besides the million dollars and the expensive clothes, Olivia has always wanted to see the place where I was born and lived in my younger years.” “That’s wonderful,” I said. “Thank you, Chet.”

“I heard her mum used to be a teacher. It runs in the blood.” That last one hit differently. I blinked once and kept my smile frozen in place. “Well, I hope you all learn something from her consistency,” Mr. Ben continued. “Olivia George, congratulations once again.” As the class clapped, Lola leaned over from her seat beside me and whispered, “One day, I’ll snatch that top spot from you. Even if it’s by accident.” “You’ve been saying that since year one,” I whispered back. She rolled her eyes. “Consistency, babe. I’m just trying to copy you.”

She forced a smile onto her lips, nodding politely to the crowd, all the while trying to make some sort of sense of what Olivia's end game could be. When the applause died away, Olivia wasn't finished. She leaned forward again, eyes aglow, and spoke. "Bernice, if you don't mind, I'd like to add just a few more words." Bernice's eyes flickered to Olivia, who seemed to speak around a desert-dry mouth. "Naturally enough," she said; her voice wove in and out over her words. Olivia smiled even more widely, her eyes keening. "You've been such an inspiration to me, honestly. The way you have handled everything, your work, your duties, especially considering all of the trying situations you have had

“You tell me. Are you not tired of all this?” Olivia closed her eyes and breathed out, her forehead wrinkled in a frown, as if she was fighting off a headache. She finally opened them and said, “I am. I am exhausted. Sometimes I wish that I would just drop dead so that I could stop feeling like this.” I frowned. “Don't say that.” She nodded. “I know. I know it's selfish of me to think like that when I have a child. But, if it was not for her then I – Never mind.”

he continued, his voice lowering slightly, “what do you see yourself doing in the next few years? Surely you’re not planning to stay in the same classroom forever.” She took a breath, her mind racing to find an answer that would feel impressive. “I want to be… someone who makes an impact,” she said, her voice soft but steady. “Someone who’s not afraid to go for what they want.” “Good,” he replied, nodding in approval. “And if you could be anywhere in the world right now, doing anything you wanted—no limits—where would that be?” Olivia laughed, a little nervous under the weight of his question. “I don’t know,” she admitted, glancing out the window before turning back to him. “Somewhere exciti

Olivia said, her voice calm but heavy with authority. Shopia stepped closer, jabbing her manicured finger at Olivia’s face. “People like you should know your place! If you can’t afford anything here, don’t disgrace yourself by stepping inside! You’re embarrassing all of us!” The crowd murmured, some people now pulling out their phones to record the scene. Olivia squared her shoulders. “And is assaulting a small child what you call ‘elegant behavior’? If so, I’m proud to be poor rather than becoming someone like you.”

I know because Olivia called from London before I had finished my second coffee of the morning. “I’m watching it,” she said, without hello. “You absolute menace. You didn’t warn anyone.” “There wasn’t time to warn anyone.” “There was time, you simply chose not to use it.” But underneath the exasperation was something warm and a little awed, and I had known Olivia long enough to hear the difference. “Ava. The comments. Have you seen the comments?” “I haven’t looked yet.” “Look.”