Best 77 of Lucy quotes - MyQuotes
There hasn't been any other woman," Heath said against her mouth, making her tremble. "There couldn't be. I'm too obsessed with my own wife. There's only one thing you can give me that no one else can . . . and heaven and hell be damned, I'll get it from you no matter how long I have to wait, no matter how hard I have to ride you. No, I'm not talking solely about my husbandly rights, although that would be a good place to start.
There was a family joke that Lucy's first words were, "Nicholas is bugging me!
I’m leaving.” Her cold lips barely moved as she mouthed the words. Horror fisted around his vitals. “No.” For the first time she met his eyes. Hers were red-rimmed but dry. “I have to leave,Simon.” “No.” He was a little boy denied a sweet. He felt like falling down and screaming. “Let me go.” “I can’t let you go.” He half laughed here in the too-bright, cold London sun before his own house. “I’ll die if I do.” She closed her eyes. “No, you won’t. I can’t stay and watch you tear yourself apart.” “Lucy.” “Let me go, Simon. Please.” She opened her eyes, and he saw infinite pain in her gaze. Had he done this to his angel? Oh, God. He unclasped his hands.
Exactly. These guys just want me to play Snow White singing in her little cottage while they do all the work.' Lucy snorted. 'Snow White and the Seven Buttheads. You could give Disney a run for their money.' Nicholas poked her in the ribs. 'I am not a singing dwarf!' 'No, you're a butthead. Weren't you paying attention?
His type was the shy, bookish nerds, which was exactly what he’d been until he joined the Army. He’d been a late bloomer, hitting a second growth spurt after nineteen, when he’d shot up six inches in two years and packed on the muscle that made it possible for him to do his job. But the external changes hadn’t changed who he was inside, and he was still the sci-fi and fantasy loving guy who read scientific journals for fun.
That's good," Hunter said, panting. "Keep grinning at your attacker like that and they'll think you're way creepy. And mental." I grinned wider. "I totally love this. Who can I punch next?
I nodded. “Where’s your hunter?” She flinched. “He went home. We thought it would be best.” Her eyes went from worried to warning. “He’s under Drake protection.” “So am I, or so I’ve been led to understand.” “Of course you are,” Lucy said, her nose pressed to the window. “Misunderstanding. No big deal.” Solange quirked a half smile. “You might try complete sentences, Lucy.” “Can’t. Busy.” I was curious despite myself. “What are you doing?” “Drooling,” Solange explained fondly.
Your idea of romance requires a corset and a time machine.
I want to sit on the other side of the table from him so he doesn't think I'm interested, but there's no room on the other side so I sit as far away from him as I can and try to have an out-of-body experience.
Then you must decide whether you're going to marry for love or for duty, because the only one who can decide that is you.
Now that it's over, I just wanna hold her I'd give up all the world to see That little piece of heaven looking back at me. Now that it's over, I just wanna hold her. I've gotta live with the choices I've made And I can't live with myself today.
About once every six months someone notifies me that Lucy and Desi Arnaz are separating.
And your people tried to kill my best friend, so you'll forgive me if I'm not overly keen on learning the secret handshake." She shook her head sadly. "You should be going on dates and hanging out at the mall. Not wearing stakes on your belt." I shrugged one shoulder. "The mall sucks.
You can have a normal life. It's not too late for you." I nearly laughed. "You've clearly never met my parents. Normal was never an option.
Strong people rarely recognize their own strength
She blows a heavy breath, her eyes so full of tears that if she blinked, they'd fall. And then she does. She blinks. They fall. I break. - Cam
By then I already knew that I wanted to have a powerful odor and would not care if it gave offense.
He was always more good than bad. He's still more good than bad, I think. It just goes to show how much of both a person can hold.
The night didn't go so well because I broke his nose, which was an accident that happened when I hit him in the face because he touched my arse.
Only you would reduce centuries of the mythical undead to ‘fangy. ’ ” (Quinn to Lucy)
You think you walk, Lucy? I think you fly. You see yourself in a uniform? I see you in a cape. You're a hero, of the quietest but most genuine nature.
Night, G'rard." " 'Night, mouse.
She had shown me how to behave when applying for a job, how to show the proper amount of respect, submission, eagerness to please, even though in my heart I would not mean any of those things; she said that as soon as I had the job and was safely in it, I could let my real personality come out. I was not opposed to deception, but I woud have preferred not to start out that way.
The world has a way of making things happen just when they are meant to.
Know what we did, Lucy? You and me? We spent our whole lives yearning. Isn't that the God damndest thing?
He'll want to stay there forever, in a life that was simple, and the only thing that mattered was love.
It might’ve been my fichu." -Patricia to Lucy about her engagement to vicar Penweeble.
Surround yourself with the right people, and realize your own worth.
Well, life's not that easy. There's a cost for the things we want. That's what makes them worthwhile
Every day you say something or do something that challenges me, changes me.
That's why you can't give up. Heroes don't give up.
Phew, I am so glad its Friday tomorrow,” Lucy exhaled, flopping back onto the white leather sectional sofa. “I am so knackered it is unbelievable.
Clasping her to him, he hugged her for a long while and she felt his guilt and fear subside. “Do you want to see something very special—something magical?” Giggling she whispered, “You already showed me that this morning.” He swatted her bottom. “Minx! Not that!
Chase is playing escort this morning. He gets cranky if we keep him waiting too long." "We wouldn't want the man with the Taser to get cranky.
Henceforth the leaves of the tree of knowledge were for women, and for the healing of the nations.
They had known each other intimately, as husband and wife, countless times, He had held her with tenderness and passion, but never with such rampant wildness.
You know who Mr. Darcy is?" "I exist, therefore I know who Mr. Darcy is.
Who are you?” Her eyes snapped open, and her voice held a hysterical edge. “Do I even know who you are?” He stepped over Walker’s battered corpse and grabbed her by the shoulders, leaned down so that his no-doubt foul breath washed over her face. “I am your husband, my lady.” She turned her face away from him. He shook her. “The one you promised to obey always.” “Simon—” “The one you said you’d cleave to, forsaking all others.” “I—” “The one you make love to at night.” “I don’t know if I can live with you anymore.” The words were a whisper, but they rang in his head like a death knell.
Where's Lucy?" I asked the others. "At the farmhouse," Nicholas said with grim satisfaction. "How'd you manage that?" "She's in a closet." Solange rolled her eyes. I stared at Nicholas. "You locked your girlfriend in a closet? Smooth." "She's going to eviscerate him," Quinn said cheerfully.
I'm eclectic,' she said to the HDs once and I could see them trying to work out where she plugged in.
Pearls, because your skin is as smooth and luminescent as one, and because the first time my lips caressed your throat I thought your flesh as opulent and lush as one. Gold,” he whispered, moving closer, “because it reminded me of how your hair looked in the dying candlelight, how it burned and glistened, and how badly I want to lie in bed, in our chamber, and watch you at your dressing table, unpinning it for me. I will have that, Lucy, the rights of a husband to enter his wife’s room, to see her at her toilette, to watch what no other man will ever be granted. You do understand that? That I won’t settle for less?” “You have made your line in the sand very clear.” He grinned. “You can cross it anytime you wish, you know. You might even like it on my side.
She heard him close the door. “I was going to impress you with my romantic eloquence, of course. I’d thought to wax philosophical about the beauty of your brow.” Lucy blinked. “My brow?” “Mmm. Have I told you that your brow intimidates me?” She felt his warmth at her back as he moved behind her, but he didn’t touch her. “It’s so smooth and white and broad, and ends with your straight, knowing eyebrows, like a statue of Athena pronouncing judgment. If the warrior goddess had a brow like yours, it is no wonder the ancients worshiped and feared her.” “Blather,” she murmured. “Blather, indeed. Blather is all I am, after all.” She frowned and turned to contradict him, but he moved with her so that she couldn’t quite catch sight of his face. “I am the duke of nonsense,” he whispered in her ear. “The king of farce, the emperor of emptiness.” Did he really see himself so? “But—” “Blathering is what I do best,” he said, still unseen. “I’d like to blather about your golden eyes and ruby lips.” “Simon—” “The perfect curve of your cheek,” he murmured close. She gasped as his breath stirred the hair at her neck. He was distracting her with lovemaking. And it was working. “What a lot of talk.” “I do talk too much. It’s a weakness you’ll have to bear in your husband.” His voice was next to her ear. “But I’d have to spend quite a bit of time outlining the shape of your mouth, its softness and the warmth within. -Simon to Lucy on their wedding night.
Heath," she whispered, "you're all I want. No one else ... no one . . .
I want this, I do, but the bigness of the world ... it ... it kinda scares the shit out of me.
She´s mine, broken or not,” he said darkly.
I had one more thing to add to my expanding world.
Besides, we've all had to overcome a bit of stupidity when falling in love. I'm afraid it comes with the territory.
I´m with you, but Lucy?” He sounded dark and baleful. “Lucy´s mine.
Well, we can’t sit around here worrying all night. I have to do something. ” “Why don’t you call up another vampire hunter for tea?” he suggested drily.
He caressed the side of her jaw with his fingertips, sending a light shiver down her spine. "I should warn you that if we lose the paper, we'll have to sell the house.” “That’s fine.” “And the furniture.” “I don’t care.” “And—“ “We can pawn, sell, and trade off everything we own… but if you dare say one thing about my diamond, you’ll regret it for the rest of your married life. This ring is mine, and it's not leaving my finger." He grinned at her vehemence. "I wasn’t going to say anything about your ring, honey.” Bending down to kiss her, he left wet handprints on the waist and bodice of her gown, but Lucy was too enthralled by his hearty kiss to protest. "You taste like coffee," she whispered when his lips left hers. "I could do with more." "Coffee or kisses?" "Always more kisses . . .