Georgie Pillson Quotes

She was a gardener of the ruthless type, and went for any small green thing that incautiously showed a timid spike above the earth, suspecting it of being a weed. She had had a slight difference with the professional gardener who had hitherto worked for her on three afternoons during the week, and had told him that his services were no longer required. She meant to do her gardening herself this year, and was confident that a profusion of beautiful flowers and a plethora of delicious vegetables would be the result. At the end of her garden path was a barrow of rich manure, which she proposed, when she had finished the slaughter of the innocents, to dig into the depopulated beds. On the other side of her paling her neighbour Georgie Pillson was rolling his strip of lawn, on which during the summer he often played croquet on a small scale. Occasionally they shouted remarks to each other, but as they got more and more out of breath with their exertions the remarks got fewer. Mrs. Quantock's last question had been "What do you do with slugs, Georgie?" and Georgie had panted out, "Pretend you don't see them. ~ E.F. Benson

Georgie paused on the threshold for a moment as if hesitant to enter the habitation of such a perjurer lest it should be struck by lightning. ~ Tom Holt

Things didn't go bad between Georgie and Neal. Things were always bad
and always good. Their marriage was like a set of scales constantly balancing itself. And then, at some point, when neither of them was paying attention, they'd tipped so far over into bad, they'd settled there. Now only an enormous amount of good would shift them back. An impossible amount of good. ~ Rainbow Rowell

It wasn't just that she let him down, and put him off, and continually left him waiting
It was that she'd tied him to her so tight. Because she wanted him. Because he was perfect for Georgie, even if she wasn't perfect for him. Because she wanted him more than she wanted him to be happy.
If she loved Neal, if she really loved him ...
Shouldn't she want more for him than with me, always with me? ~ Rainbow Rowell

You should know I never intended to fall in love again. I never imagined I'd have a reason to move on, and when you came along, I wasn't prepared. I didn't know how to handle you. You were… a lot to take in at once. I tried to keep my wall up, but you blew right past it."
She grinned.
"Tramontana." Her Italian accent had improved dramatically.
"Exactly." I leaned forward and cupped her cheek, stroking my thumb across her skin. "You're the woman I love now, Georgie. The only woman. ~ R.S. Grey

Georgie and Neal were bad at a lot of things, but they were good at being on each other's side. ~ Rainbow Rowell

She spent the whole time in a fog. Lying in her bed, deliberately not calling him. Why should she call him? What was she supposed to say - sorry? Georgie wasn't sorry. She wasn't sorry that she knew what she wanted to do with her life. She wasn't sorry that she was making it happen. ~ Rainbow Rowell

The point is - I get to do this, Seth. I get to talk to guys. Do you want me to spend the rest of my life alone?" "No. Don't be ridiculous." "Then back off." He leaned forward, resting an elbow on her armrest. "Are you lonely, Georgie? Do you have needs? ~ Rainbow Rowell

Someone was knocking on her windshield. Georgie lifted her head off the steering wheel. It was Kendrick. She couldn't really hear what he was saying. She rolled down the window. "Are you okay?" he asked. "I'm fine." "Okay." Kendrick nodded. "'Cause, the thing is, you look kind of like you're sitting in your car crying." "I'm done crying," she said. "Now I'm just sitting in the car." "Oh, well. Okay. ~ Rainbow Rowell

I really look up to people who experiment in all areas and I think Johnny Depp is a really good actor to look up to because he's done so many genres of films. ~ Georgie Henley

You have a very distinct presence.'
'Distinct.'
'Palpable,' Neal said.
Georgie tried not to smile. Is that a compliment?'
'I don't know, do you want it to be?'
'Do I want people to know when I walk into a room?'
'Do you want me to know?'
'I
'
Neal glanced up over her shoulder then looked back down.
'Your boyfriend needs you. ~ Rainbow Rowell

Willa had always thought her grandmother was sweet, but she'd been one of those people with invisible thorns, preventing others from getting too close. Georgie Jackson had been a nervous, watchful person, not at all frivolous, which Willa had found extraordinary, considering how rich the Jacksons had once been. But after her family had lost their money, Georgie had worked as a maid for various wealthy families in town until she was well into her seventies. ~ Sarah Addison Allen

Georgie never thought she'd be old enough to talk about life in big decade-long chunks like this. ~ Rainbow Rowell

There's a big difference in reaching for the best we can be and in trying to be something we are not and never will be." "So women can't do everything men can?" Tina clarified. "I'm afraid not." A slow grin began to form. "Women can do more." "Georgie," Lucious admonished. Laughter bubbled up within her. "Some things are just different, that's all." He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close. "I think, Bettina Landrum, your mama is full of sass from getting that piece of legislation named after her." "She is?" Tina asked. "She is." He looked over his brood of girls. "But the truth is, your mama can do anything she sets her mind to." Georgie gave him a playful push. "Don't tease, Lucious. They'll believe you." "And well they should." Leaning over, he gave her a kiss flush on the lips. ~ Deeanne Gist

You'll float down here with your friends, Beverly, we all float down here, tell Bill that Georgie says hello, tell Bill that Georgie misses him but he'll see him soon, tell him Georgie will be in the closet some night with a piece of piano wire to stick in his eye, tell him - ~ Stephen King

After two months of hanging out in The Spoon's production room, Georgie was 53 percent sure that Neal liked her. ~ Rainbow Rowell

Georgie took out her phone. 'I want to take a picture of you two.' She held up her phone and motioned for us to get together.
Darcy and I lined up against the railing. 'No, I need you closer together to get you both in the photo,' she instructed.
I had taken countless pictures on the waterfront and I knew that if you were getting the skyline in the background, you didn't need to be that close.
Darcy put his arm around my shoulder and we leaned in. I slipped my arm around his waist and I noticed how easily I fit into the little nook on his side.
'Oh, hold on, I'm having problems.' Georgie played with her phone for a few moments while we just stood there in our posed embrace.
'Georgie ... '
She looked up at her brother and blushed. 'Um, I think it works now. ~ Elizabeth Eulberg

Jerome sighed and set down his fork. "Are you still doing that, Georgie? Don't I suffer enough without having to endure the humiliation of a succubus who moonlights as a Christmas elf?"
"You always said I should quit the bookstore and find something else to do," I reminded him.
"Yes, but that was because I thought you'd go on to do something respectable. Like become a stripper or the Mayor's mistress. ~ Richelle Mead

I think I want you," he said.
Georgie squeezed the hand he was holding to his chest, and used it as an anchor to pull herself closer. "You think..."
Neal licked his bottom lip and nodded. "I think..." The closer she was, the more he looked away. "I think I just want you," he said.
"Okay," Georgie agreed.
Neal looked surprised – he almost laughed. "Okay?"
She nodded, close enough to bump her nose up against his. "Okay. You can have me."
He pushed his forehead into hers, pulling his chin and mouth back. "Just like that."
"Yeah."
"Really," he said.
"Really," she promised. ~ Rainbow Rowell

Her imagination painted Georgie twenty years later, sitting in leg irons before some Broken psychiatrist. Well, you see, it all started with bubbles ... ~ Ilona Andrews

Heather leaned into Georgie and sighed. "Sometimes I feel like her daughter. And sometimes I feel like the dog with the least ribbons." Heather ~ Rainbow Rowell

You don't know what it really means to crawl into someone else's life and stay there. You can't see all the ways you're going to get tangled, how you're going to bond skin to skin. How the idea of separating will feel in five years, in ten - in fifteen. When Georgie thought about divorce now, she imagined lying side by side with Neal on two operating tables while a team of doctors tried to unthread their vascular systems. ~ Rainbow Rowell

Georgie hadn't known back then how much she was going to come to need Neal, how he was going to become like air to her.
Was that codependence? Or was it just marriage? ~ Rainbow Rowell

The morning sun on her white hair and pale face made her seem almost translucent. She'd been a beautiful woman in her day, with wide eyes, high cheekbones, and a long, thin nose. Sometimes you could still catch sight of that beauty, and it was like looking through enchanted glass. ~ Sarah Addison Allen

And how do you know he has a big dick? You've seen him once. And it was a five-second 'Oh, that's my boss, Kline' conversation while we were walking across the parking lot. You haven't even met him in person."

"Five seconds is all I need." She tapped the side of her head. "You know my cockdar is off the chain. I can sense a giant swinging penis pendulum from at least ten miles away. It's a God-given talent, Georgie."

I choked on my wine. "Let's not bring God into this."

She raised an eyebrow. "God knows the G-spot needs a more than adequate-sized wiener to get the job done."

"I'm pretty sure that comment just got you wait-listed for heaven. ~ Max Monroe

Mrs. Georgette Roxby, known by her husband as Georgie, dressed to best show off her ample assets. Being plump everywhere, especially where it mattered, she had acquired the habit of hiding things in her bosom for later use; thus only requiring her to carry around a small clutch to all affairs where she could apply her other nasty habit of smacking her husband in the arm with her purse. ~ Staffan Bertel

And has it ever occurred to you, Miss Griffith, that you would probably not be able to take a good express train to London if little Georgie Stephenson had been out with his youth movement instead of lolling about, bored, in his mother's kitchen until the curious behaviour of the kettle lid attracted the attention of his idle mind? ~ Agatha Christie

I'm surprised to see you here."
"You shouldn't be," Neal said. He lifted his chin and looked directly in her eyes. For the second time in five minutes. For the second time ever. "I'm here because I knew you'd be here. Because I hoped you would be."
Georgie felt like a snake was unwinding itself in the back of her neck and along her shoulders. She swayed a little, and her mouth clicked open. "Oh."
Neal looked away, and Georgie took in three gallons of air.
He was shaking his head. "I'm... sorry," he said. "I wanted to see you. But then I got angry. I didn't know what to – you've been ignoring me."
"I haven't been ignoring you," she said.
"You stopped coming back to talk to me."
"I thought I was bothering you."
"You weren't bothering me," he said, facing her again. "Why would you think that?"
"Because you never come talk to me."
"I never had to come talk to you." Neal looked bewildered. "You always came to me."
"I..." Georgie finished her drink so she could put down the cup.
Neal took it from her. He set the cup and his bottle on a desk behind him.
"I thought I was bothering you," she said. "I thought you were just humoring me."
"I thought you got tired of me," he said.
She brought her hands up to her forehead. "Maybe we should stop thinking. ~ Rainbow Rowell

She and Neal had decorated that house together. They'd gone to the hardware store every weekend for a year to argue about paint. Georgie would always choose the most saturated color on the card.
"You can't always pick the bottom color," Neal would say.
"But the bottom color makes all the other colors look dull."
"You're looking at them wrong."
"How is that possible? ~ Rainbow Rowell

We respect each other's need for distance, Georgie and I, and so I don't go after her--she always wants time after something like this, to scribble down new lines of her own verse. No one's ever allowed to read it--not me, not even Max. I suppose it's Georgie's way of wandering in the woods. ~ Laura E. Weymouth

I love you. I love you both so much."
"To the moon and back?" Alice asked.
"Oh my God," Georgie said, "so much farther. ~ Rainbow Rowell

Our lips melted together as he kissed me. Hard. Aggressive. Impatient. If kisses could kill, ours would have. ~ R.S. Grey

She misses him more now than when he was away ~ Melina Marchetta

And why was she only attracted to guys who were sleeping with somebody else? If Georgie were a wild animal, she'd be a genetic dead end. ~ Rainbow Rowell

The British rockers saved me. They brought me to a different generation altogether [in the 60th]. The Who and The Yardbirds and Georgie Fame and Van Morrison and all those people. The only person who ever did my songs in [ U.S] country was Bonnie Raitt. ~ Mose Allison

Georgie, have you gone insane?"
I smiled. "No, brother. All is well."
"Then why on Earth are you in Italy?"
"To find love, of course. ~ R.S. Grey

Well, talking to me isn't going to get you any closer to dating him. At least we're going to be in a quaint, romantic place this weekend. Ask him to take a walk in the forest. Or ask him to go antiquing. Maybe he likes old furniture.' Jeremy shrugged.

Georgie gave him a doubting look. 'Yes, because there's nothing more romantic than looking at used chairs. ~ Chessela Helm

Nd how sometimes when she can't get her clients talking about what happened over there she'll get a map of the country, an appropriate map for their world, and pinpoint where they last lived, where their family went missing.
Sometimes they would be reluctant to talk, but when they saw the map they would point to a place and say, "There. My village,"
and that's how their dialogue would begin. With a sense of place. ~ Melina Marchetta

You can't make me do anything. I'm an adult. And I'm much stronger than you."
"Upper body strength isn't everything; I have wiles."
"Not really."
"Yes, I do. I'm a woman. Women have wiles."
"Some women. It's not like every woman is born wily."
"If I don't have wiles, she said, "how come I can get you to do most anything I want?"
"You don't get me to do anything. I just do things. Because I love you."
"Oh."
"Christ, Georgie, don't sound so disappointed. ~ Rainbow Rowell

Georgie, I've got it," she said. "I've guessed what it means."

Now though Georgie was devoted to his Lucia, he was just as devoted to inductive reasoning, and Daisy Quantock was, with the exception of himself, far the most powerful logician in the place.

"What is it, then?" he asked.

"Stupid of me not to have thought of it at once," said Daisy. "Why, don't you see? Pepino is Auntie's heir, for she was unmarried, and he's the only nephew, and probably he has been left piles and piles. So naturally they say it's a terrible blow. Wouldn't do to be exultant. They must say it's a terrible blow, to show they don't care about the money. The more they're left, the sadder it is. So natural. I blame myself for not having thought of it at once... ~ E.F. Benson

But the not-self cannot have the bad, meaning they of the government and the judges and the schools cannot allow the bad because they cannot allow the self. And is not our modern history, my brothers, the story of the brave malenky selves fighting these big machines?"
nah, that's too serious. How's about:
"There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie and Dim, Dim being really dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar making up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening. ~ Anthony Burgess

I pop another piece of donut in my mouth and smile. "It's fine. I won't tell a soul you checked me out."
"I wasn't - " He clears his throat. "Forget it. You're ridiculous."
I'm grinning outright now, because that's two you're ridiculouses this morning, and when he takes to repeating himself, I know I've successfully gotten under his skin.
Georgie, one; Andrew Mulroney, Esquire, zero. ~ Lauren Layne

Georgie?" He reached out with both hands to steady her - and himself. His mind had trouble focusing. He couldn't believe Georgie was actually standing in front of him. She looked liked an angel - in knee-high biker boots. Those boots looked even better in real life than in his imagination. He gazed into her eyes and was filled with so many emotions, so many things he wanted to say to her, he didn't know where to start. "I like your shoes," he said. ~ Jennifer Shirk

Georgie was the good in me. Without her, I was sure I'd sink into the darkness of my mind and never emerge. She gave me the light to keep coming back. To crawl away from the evil I was surrounded by, the nightmares, the coldness, and she made me human again." Deck ~ Nashoda Rose

Nothing good is easy."
"Not true," Ludy said. "Sleep. TV. Jell-O Instant Pudding."
"I don't want to go out with Jell-O Instant Pudding," Georgie said.
"I would marry Jell-O Instant Pudding. ~ Rainbow Rowell

Since when do you believe in 'meant to be'?"
"Since fucking ever, Georgie, pay attention. I'm a romantic."
"Just ask the parade of Saturday-morning girls."
"Parades are romantic. Who doesn't love a parade? ~ Rainbow Rowell

Georgie grabbed a Zima then poured it into a cup so she wouldn't look like she was drinking Zima. ~ Rainbow Rowell

Want your boat, Georgie?' Pennywise asked. 'I only repeat myself because you really do not seem that eager.' He held it up, smiling. He was wearing a baggy silk suit with great big orange buttons. A bright tie, electric-blue, flopped down his front, and on his hands were big white gloves, like the kind Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck always wore.

Yes, sure,' George said, looking into the stormdrain.

And a balloon? I've got red and green and yellow and blue...'

Do they float?'

Float?' The clown's grin widened. 'Oh yes, indeed they do. They float! And there's cotton candy...'

George reached.

The clown seized his arm.

And George saw the clown's face change.
What he saw then was terrible enough to make his worst imaginings of the thing in the cellar look like sweet dreams; what he saw destroyed his sanity in one clawing stroke.

They float,' the thing in the drain crooned in a clotted, chuckling voice. It held George's arm in its thick and wormy grip, it pulled George toward that terrible darkness where the water rushed and roared and bellowed as it bore its cargo of storm debris toward the sea. George craned his neck away from that final blackness and began to scream into the rain, to scream mindlessly into the white autumn sky which curved above Derry on that day in the fall of 1957. His screams were shrill and piercing, and all up and down Witcham Street people came to their windows or bol ~ Stephen King

Suckle was the first West Indian DJ and he had this fantastic source of music. ~ Georgie Fame