Best 77 of Lucy quotes - MyQuotes
Well, life's not that easy. There's a cost for the things we want. That's what makes them worthwhile
How easily such a thing can become a mania, how the most normal and sensible of women once this passion to be thin is upon them, can lose completely their sense of balance and proportion and spend years dealing with this madness.
He continually thought of Lucy. But he did not think anything definite about her. He merely thought of her.
There was a family joke that Lucy's first words were, "Nicholas is bugging me!
Solange and all her irritating brothers could get themselves killed without me. I deserved to be part of their clandestine plans. I'd earned it. And I was sure they'd need a human touch at some point. And if they asked Hunter to help instead of me, I'd stake every last one of them myself. Mom says jealousy is unattractive. So's a broken nose. I'm just saying.
Hart and Hope,” I muttered. “If you’re going to name your kids like that, of course they’re going to think they live in a comic book.
Can you shoot a person if you have to?" "Do you think these men had anything to do with the explosion?" "Yes." He did, but he'd have said yes either way. "Then I will blow the motherfuckers' squirrel-sized peckers off.
Do you think you love that fellow?" "I don't know." She closed her eyes, but the tears overflowed nevertheless. "All I know is that he opened a door into a whole new world I never even knew existed. I've stepped through that door, and I cant return. (...) Its like being blind from birth and then one day suddenly being able to see. And not just see, but to witness the sun rising in all her glory across the azure sky. The dusky lavenders and blues lightening to pinks and reds, spreading across the horizon until the entire earth is lit. Until one has to blink and fall to ones knees in awe at the light. (...) Even if one were to be made blind again in the next instant, one would ever after remember and know what was missed. What could be.
Heath," she whispered, "you're all I want. No one else ... no one . . .
Isn't it the most blissful thing in the world to be away from everything you have ever known--to be so far away that you don't even know yourself anymore and you're not sure you ever want to come back to all of the things you're a part of?
A psychic friend could come in very handy." I reshuffled my cards. "I predict I will," she said.
I had one more thing to add to my expanding world.
The world has a way of making things happen just when they are meant to.
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.
That's why you can't give up. Heroes don't give up.
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.
Once the devil knows your name, he calls it until you come.
Your idea of romance requires a corset and a time machine.
About once every six months someone notifies me that Lucy and Desi Arnaz are separating.
You look like you belong in a bad comic book,” I told him cheerfully. ---------------------- “What did the Drakes do that’s got you all pissy?” “Pissy? Did you just call me pissy?
Three eternities passed before she ran a hand under her red nose and nodded. "Fine. I'll go." Alex's lungs expanded as he let the air back in. "But the first woman who makes a crack about my hair--" "I'll punch her lights out." Alex pulled her to her feet. "You're supposed to love me, so it needs to be more severe than that." "I'll yank out her heart with ice tongs." "Aw." Lucy patted his chest. "You would do that for me?" He captured her hand, felt its warmth all the way through his shirt. "No amount of carnage is too much for my girl.
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.
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.
But sometimes we encounter people from our past for a reason, and while it may seem uncomfortable at first, perhaps it's precisely what you need. Fate rarely makes mistakes
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.
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.
I’m sorry.” She bit the inside of her cheek, trying not to cry. At the same time, she was oddly touched by his apology. “I’m sorry,” he said again. Something tore quite explicitly, and she inhaled but didn’t make a sound. He opened his eyes, looking stricken and hot and savage. “Oh, God, sweetheart. I promise it will be better next time.” He kissed the corner of her mouth softly. “I promise.” She concentrated on steadying her breath and hoped he would finish very soon. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but this was no longer pleasant for her. He parted his mouth over hers and licked her bottom lip. “I’m sorry.
Get the hell away from her.” “I mean it Solange,” he said, his jaw clenching. “Get off her. Now.
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.
Know what we did, Lucy? You and me? We spent our whole lives yearning. Isn't that the God damndest thing?
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.
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.
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.
If you want something done, ask a busy person to do it. The more things you do, the more you can do. Lucille Ball (Source: brainyquote dot com) .
Her eyes went so wide they nearly bulged. It was probably wrong of me to find that amusing. Or to want to take a photo of Nicholas with his fangs out and wearing a black cape lined with red satin and then hang it over my pillow in a heart-shaped frame.
We had accepted each other's shortcomings and differences; then, just when we began to feel the yoke of each other's companionship, just when we began to feel the beginnings of what might eventually lead to lifelong loathing, we decided to move in together. It could have been worse. People marry at times like tat; they then have ten children, live under the same roof for years and years, eventually die and arrange to be buried side by side. We only signed our names to a two year lease.
Only you would reduce centuries of the mythical undead to ‘fangy. ’ ” (Quinn to Lucy)
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.
Besides, we've all had to overcome a bit of stupidity when falling in love. I'm afraid it comes with the territory.
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.
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?
You see, we were able to give you something, something which even now no one will ever take from you, and we were able to do that principally by sheltering you. Hailsham would not have been Hailsham if we hadn’t. Very well, sometimes that meant we kept things from you, lied to you. Yes, in many ways we fooled you, I suppose you could even call it that. But we sheltered you during those years, and we gave you your childhoods. Lucy was well-meaning enough. But if she’d have her way, your happiness at Hailsham would have been shattered. Look at you both now! I’m so proud to see you both. You built your lives on what we gave you. You wouldn’t be who you are today if we’d not protected you. You wouldn’t have become absorbed in your lessons, you wouldn’t have lost yourselves in your art and your writing. Why should you have done, knowing what lay in store for each of you? You would have told us it was all pointless, and how could we have argued with you? So she had to go.
He was a demon who dreamed of a Star.. She was a Star who dreamed of Falling..
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.
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.
Henceforth the leaves of the tree of knowledge were for women, and for the healing of the nations.
Night, G'rard." " 'Night, mouse.
He'll want to stay there forever, in a life that was simple, and the only thing that mattered was love.