Adrian Sydney Quotes

That's not what I meant! What happened?"
He shrugged. "I told the truth."
"Adrian!"
"I'm serious. She asked me what my greatest strength was. I said getting along with people."
"That not bad," I admitted.
"Then she asked me what my greatest weakness was. And I said, 'Where should I start.'"
"Adrian! ~ Richelle Mead

What about you, Sage? I know we don't have to worry about you violating the dress code. Did you have fun at your Alchemist spa this weekend? ~ Richelle Mead

Adrian!You Used compulsion on that guy. That ... I mean, it's ... "
"Awesome?Yeah,I Know ~ Richelle Mead

Self-discipline without talent can often achieve astounding results, whereas talent without self-discipline inevitably dooms itself to failure. ~ Sydney J. Harris

Job is perhaps the oldest piece of literature known to man. How did Job know the Earth is suspended in space? Job could only know through divine inspiration. ~ Adrian Rogers

I use the language I use to my friends. They wouldn't believe me if I used some high-flown literary language. I want them to believe me. ~ Adrian Mitchell

On stage, we just want to generate hysteria. We don't care about looking cool or posing. ~ Adrian Edmondson

Patriotism is a hard disease to eradicate, and ennui stamps us all. ~ Adrian McKinty

I said once that lies have no rights against truth. I was wrong. In daily life, it's the truth that's disenfranchised. What fits the popular narrative, what makes an observer happy with the consistency of events, is what is believed. ~ Adrian Lamo

Releasing an explosive breath, Ross went to the chair where Sophia had sat, his fingers coasting over its back and arms. Driven by primal urges, he hunted for any trace of warmth her hands might have left on the wood. He breathed deeply, seeking to absorb a lingering hint of her fragrance.
Yes, he thought with purely masculine agitation, he had been celibate for too long. ~ Lisa Kleypas

Fortunately, I've never had to be too critical of my own work, because the world is critical enough. ~ Adrian Tomine

I hoped there weren't any vomit chunks in my wavy auburn locks. That would be sure to ruin Marlboro Man's dinner.
"You okay?" Marlboro Man asked when I returned to our table. He'd ordered a Coke, and his bread plate was covered with crusts. I'd been gone over ten minutes.
"Yes," I said. "I'm sorry; I just…I just got a little sick all of a sudden."
"What's wrong?" he said, by then probably alarmed by the green tinge of his new wife.
"I have no idea--it just hit me like a ton of bricks," I explained. "I'm fine now, though!"
"Maybe you're pregnant," he said with a sly grin.
I knew enough about the timing of conception and morning sickness to know that pregnancy likely wasn't the problem. "I don't think that's it--," I began. Then it hit me again even more violently than before, and I ran back to the bathroom, where I lost it again--this time in a different stall.
Sydney, we have a problem. ~ Ree Drummond

I spent my first two years at a small all-male college in Virginia called Hampden-Sydney. That was like going to college 120 years ago. The languages, a year of rhetoric, all of the great books, Western Man courses, stuff like that. ~ Stephen Colbert

Nah, you always look good. As for me ... well, it's hard to explain. The auras are getting to me. There's so much sorrow around here. You can't even begin to understand. It radiates from everyone on a spiritual level. It's overwhelming. It makes your dark aura downright cheerful. ~ Richelle Mead

Before she could answer, the door vibrated with a demanding thump. "Sydney," came a muffled voice from the other side.
"Yes," Nick said, rising to his feet.
Sir Ross's tall form filled the doorway. His face was expressionless as he looked at the two of them. "I was just told of Lord Radnor's presence." He went directly to Lottie, crouching before her much as Nick had. Seeing her bruised arm, Sir Ross gestured toward it carefully. "May I?" His voice was more gentle than she had ever heard it.
"Yes," Lottie murmured, allowing him to take her hand in his. Sir Ross examined the darkened wrist with a gathering frown. His face was very close, and his gray eyes were so kind and concerned that Lottie wondered how she could have ever thought him aloof. She recalled his reputed compassion for women and children - a focal point of his magisterial career, Sophia had told her.
Sir Ross's mouth flexed in a faint, reassuring smile as he released her hand. "This won't happen again - I can promise you that."
"Wonderful party," Nick said sarcastically. "Perhaps you can tell us who the hell included Lord Radnor on the guest list?"
"Nick," Lottie interceded, "it's all right, I am certain that Sir Ross did not - "
"It is not all right," Sir Ross countered quietly. "I hold myself responsible for this, and I humbly beg your forgiveness, Charlotte. Lord Radnor was most certainly not included on the guest list that I approved, but I will find out how he man ~ Lisa Kleypas

The only way through is that kissing gate."
"Why is it called that?"
"I don't know." Lottie considered the gate thoughtfully. "I suppose because a kiss would be the unavoidable consequence of two people trying to pass through it at the same time."
"An interesting theory." Sydney paused inside the narrow gate. Leaning against one side of it, he sent her a challenging smile, knowing full well that she could not go through without brushing against him.
Lottie raised her brows. "By some chance are you expecting me to test it?"
Lord Sydney lifted one shoulder in a relaxed shrug, watching her with a vagabond charm that was nearly irresistible. "I won't stop you, if you feel so inclined."
-Lottie & Nick ~ Lisa Kleypas

I know how devastated you must be to miss me, but leave a message, and I'll try to ease your agony ~ Richelle Mead

How can a bishop marry? How can he flirt? The most he can say is "I will see you in the vestry after service." ~ Sydney Smith

I pulled her to me under the covers, resting her head under my chin. I kissed her head lightly and whispered words of love to her. From now on, I'd tell her how much I loved her every day. ~ Sydney Proctor

The game of business used to be like football: size mattered. Then it changed to basketball: speed and agility. Today, business is more like chess. Customer priorities change continually, and the signals given by these changes are vital clues to the next cycle of growth ... ~ Adrian Slywotzky

Most modern comedy is crap. ~ Adrian Edmondson

My love for Sydney burned just as strongly. Life was good. ~ Richelle Mead

There was nothing I could do but squirm faster and try to trust Adrian, who was surely one of the most competent mere mortals I'd met in years. He had a (small, girlie) gun, he had his wits, and he had ... I don't know. Maybe a silver bikini under his commando-wear, for all I knew. ~ Cherie Priest

My mother had never openly protested my relationship with Sydney. Really, there'd been no chance. I'd simply shown up at Court with a bride in tow, and no one had been able to put asunder those whom the state of Nevada had brought together. ~ Richelle Mead

You know what I think is better than being cool, is being happy and you seem really happy tonight Sydney. You know, when somebody criticizes you, or says something behind your back, those words that they said about you, it's like you feel like those words are written all over your face, all over you. And then, those words start to become echoes in your own mind. And then, there's a real risk that those words could become a part of how you see yourself. The moment that you realize that you are NOT the opinion of somebody who doesn't know you or care about you, that moment, when you realize that, it's like you're Clean. ~ Taylor Swift

I was very aware of the fact that there are a lot of comics out there that I love, because I've grown up my whole life reading comics and I know every little nuance of the language and all the implications. ~ Adrian Tomine

There's a part of me that feels like it gets really frustrating to keep working in the manner that I made the book 'Shortcomings,' where everything is pretty accurate to the real world. ~ Adrian Tomine

I'm not going to leave you here to bleed my friend dry."
"If that had been my intent, they'd already be dead on the floor. ~ Lara Adrian

Down the Woodstock Road towards them an elderly, abnormally thin man was pedalling, his thin white hair streaming in the wind and sheer desperation in his eyes. Immediately behind him, running for their lives, came Scylla and Charybdis; behind them, a milling, shouting rout of undergraduates, with Mr Adrian Barnaby (on a bicycle) well in the van; behind them, the junior proctor, the University Marshal, and two bullers, packed into a small Austin car and looking very elect, severe and ineffectual; and last of all, faint but pursuing, lumbered the ungainly form of Mr Hoskins. ~ Edmund Crispin

I've changed Sydney. It's my city, my people. I'm theirs. We belong to each other. ~ Harry Triguboff

Oscar inspected the gun. He seemed about as enthusiastic about learning to use a new weapon as Adrian was.
'Come on,' said Adrian, raising his gun again. 'I'll buy you a pizza if you hit a bull's-eye before I do.'
Ten seconds later, he owed Oscar a pizza.
Adrian groaned. ~ Marissa Meyer

Being with you, Adrian. It's everything I've ever needed ... I feel like you love me for me. Not for what I have to offer you or what you can acquire or who you can make happy by being with me. And the things you make me feel
I thought I'd never be free to feel, so I don't regret us. I'll never be sorry for loving you. ~ Lynetta Halat

The car doesn't so much drive as float above the road, like we're making our way to Sydney in a hovercraft. ~ Elle Lothlorien

Friend, you cannot legislate the poor into freedom by legislating the wealthy out of freedom. And what one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving. The government can't give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody. And when half of the people get the idea they don't have to work because the other half's going to take care of them, and when the other half get the idea it does no good to work because somebody's going to get what I work for. That, dear friend, is about the end of any nation. ~ Adrian Rogers

When we inform, we lead from strength; when we communicate, we lead from weakness - and it is precisely this confession of mortality that engages the ears, heads and hearts of those we want to enlist as allies in a common cause. ~ Sydney J. Harris