Bridget Feblood Quotes

Bridget felt like she'd been sucked into a game of Clue. Delaney did it. In the football field. With an iron bar. Again, she had to force the words to die on her tongue. ~ Samantha Blake

Bridget. Sleeping with a twenty-nine year old off Twitter on the second date is not 'rather like in Jane Austen's day'. (Talitha) ~ Helen Fielding

I love 'Game of Thrones' and 'Breaking Bad.' ~ Bridget Regan

I hate exercise. ~ Bridget Fonda

I never make studies from nature. They would get in the way. I make use of my mind. ~ Bridget Riley

Write about the world where that name was first spoken. Write about the questions it throws up. And the answers you don't always have. ~ Bridget Whelan

It's all chop-change chop-change with you. Either go out with me and treat me nicely, or leave me alone. As I say, I am not interested in fuckwittage. ~ Helen Fielding

The poor soul would have been 100 - if he'd lived another twelve years. Apparently he asked to be scattered over the place where he spent his happiest moments - but Bridget wasn't keen no having ash all over her duvet. ~ Bridget Golightly

I never did mind about the little things. ~ Bridget Fonda

The eye can travel over the surface in a way parallel to the way it moves over nature. It should feel caressed and soothed, experience frictions and ruptures, glide and drift. One moment, there will be nothing to look at and the next second the canvas seems to refill, to be crowded with visual events. ~ Bridget Riley

But they weren't in an ideal world. And it was too bad, Kit thought, exiting the shop. Bridget might have talked to her if they were. Kit might have been able to trust her. And neither of them would have to fear a man with a whole different sort of thrust-corrupted, soured, rotting ... and seemingly unstoppable. ~ Vicki Pettersson

If you go from a structure where you have the support and that partner and that construction of a family and that's broken apart, I think that's probably a lot harder than always being a single mom and having the father being a support in another area. ~ Bridget Moynahan

Bridget cried for the leavers and the left. For the people, like herself, grimly forsaking what precious gifts they would ever get. ~ Ann Brashares

Painting is a science pursued as an enquiry into the laws of nature ... Observation is considered the key to natural science. ~ Bridget Riley

Maybe I should have followed him; but somehow it went from too soon to too late, without the right moment in between. ~ Bridget Collins

I'd heard about the traffic accidnet on the radio after I'd dropped Abbot off at school. I heard about the accident, that there were mutiple fatalities, an oil tanker ablaze, and the backed-up traffic on the interstate, and I had one simple though : I would take an alternate route. That was it, I would take an alternate route. Worse, I felt lucky - not because I was alive and others were dead but because I'd caught the update in time to avoid the exit ramp that would have landed me in he thick of it. ~ Bridget Asher

Gimme gimme you fucking greedy fucking cunt ~ Bridget Carpenter

In general, my paintings are multifocal. You can't call it unfocused space, but not being fixed to a single focus is very much of our time. ~ Bridget Riley

And of course Charlotte hasn't eaten a bit of dinner," Henry said, getting up. "I'll go see if Bridget can't make her up a plate of cold chicken. As for the rest of you-" He paused for a moment, as if he were about to give them an order-send them to bed, perhaps, or back to the library to do more research. The moment passed, and a look of puzzlement crossed his face. "Blast it, I can't remember what I was going to say," he announced, and vanished into the kitchen. ~ Cassandra Clare

They tried their best. Shayna and Emme crawled along their bellies in true Rambo-meets– Bridget Jones style ~ Cecy Robson

They're pretty good at building stuff," her sister said. "Like bridges and roads. I mean, could you even build a hut? Your basic mud hut?" "I could build a hut," said Cecilia. "You probably could," groaned Bridget, ~ Liane Moriarty

There's nothing like a good pair of heels. ~ Bridget Moynahan

The truth is that everybody has a past and everybody has an ex. ~ Bridget Regan

After all, which would you rather do, pal, screw Bridget Bardot's brains out or read reviews of her movies? ~ M.T. Bass

We were new then, our lives stretched out before us. Our families had let us go. Abbott had yet to find us. For this very short time, it would be just the two of us - just two kids. ~ Bridget Asher

Anyone can leave a legacy of hate, anger or secrets … It takes great strength of character to leave an honest legacy of love. ~ M. Bridget Cook

I just felt my good fortune, and I also trust my love for the book, my love for the material, and my reverence for Stephen King. ~ Bridget Carpenter

A rose petal so soft I can't feel where it begins. ~ Bridget Collins

Bridget was the first to bow forward and inspect our weapons. "May I hold my sickle? Just for a moment?"

"Sure," said Nikolas with a chuckle, handing it to her. "Show us your moves."

"Twirl it!" blurted Anthony.

"Go on, Bridge. Bring that baby in!" Gillian looped her hips with animation.

To Anthony's delight, Bridget began to twirl the sickle as though it were an extension of her arm. "Patrick?" he called over his shoulder. "Will Bridget's room be next to mine? ~ Lowvee Cole

All Bridget Jones did was give us a word for it - singleton - which was the worst possible thing. ~ Daisy Donovan

Senior Republicans certainly expected the president to come clean over Miss Lewinsky. ~ Bridget Kendall

By about the sixth week the smallness of the class, and whatever makeshift intimacy had sprung up there, became suddenly oppressive to me ... suddenly I wanted the anonymity of a large class, where class members did not really have faces and names and problems. In six weeks with Susan, Lodeme, Betty, Valerie, Ellen, Frances, Pat, Marie, Bridget, and Barney, ( ... ) brought to the stubborn limits of our knowability, we were now left with the jagged scrape of our differences. ~ Lorrie Moore

Kyra." Fred caught Kyra's eyes. "I'm not in love with Ariana and I don't want half the kingdom."
"You don't?"
He shook his head. "But I might stick around for a little while longer. There are some interesting things in the Kingdom of Mohr."
"Like what?"
"Like a certain funny and extremely talented potioner."
Kyra took a breath. "I have to warn you, Hal isn't that great as a boyfriend. He's pretty self absorbed. ~ Bridget Zinn

And then he saw her burning eyes. They gazed at him calmly and he saw in them benediction.
He fell to his knees before her, pressing his face to her purple-velvet-clad-belly. "Séraphine, Séraphine, Séraphine. O most beloved of women, most fiery of saints, never leave me, please. I'll erect columns of white marble to you, build gardens of delight for you, cause ships to sail and warriors to rise for you, if you'll only remain by my side."
She smiled down at him and cupped his cheeks. "Valentine, do you love me?"
Ah, God, it was like a shot to the gut.
He squeezed tight his eyes. To come so close and lose her because of this. "If I were able I would love you as no man has ever loved a woman since the beginning of time."
She knelt then to face him and whispered, "But you are able."
He clutched her. He wouldn't let her go, no, not even when she realized... "Séraphine, my darling, burning one, do you not remember? I told you, so long ago now, that I lacked that part. I cannot-"
"But you can, Valentine." She touched a finger to his cheek and then showed it to him.
He blinked.
Her finger was wet. His eyes were wet.
She smiled at him, his burning Séraphine, and it was as if the night sky were ablaze. "You love me."
"I love you," he said in wonder, and felt his chest fill with warmth. "I love you."
"And I love you," she whispered, her hands cupping his face.
So he kissed her until she was limp and pliable and so very hot ~ Elizabeth Hoyt

I love Jet Li, he's really special. ~ Bridget Fonda

Will sat where he was, gazing at the silver bowl in front of him; a white rose was floating in it, and he seemed prepared to stare at it until it went under. In the Kitchen Bridget was still singing one of her awful sad songs; the lyrics drifted in through the door:
"Twas on an evening fair I went to take the air,
I heard a maid making her moan;
Said, 'Saw ye my father? Or ye my mother?
Or saw ye my brother John?
Or saw ye the lad that I love best,
And his name it is Sweet William?"
I may murder her, Tessa thought. Let her make a song about that. ~ Cassandra Clare