Lucy Hutton Quotes

I love you, Lucy Hutton. So much, you have no idea. Please be my best friend. ~ Sally Thorne

Lucy paused, hands full of green beans, her memory flashing back to the giant pots of crawfish on the stove. Her Mama's green eyes would squint into the steam, hair pulled back, a frown of concentration on her face. The salted water was flavored and ready to receive the "mudbugs" out of their burlap sacks. Other than an onion or maybe an ear of corn, if it wasn't alive when you threw it in, then it shouldn't be in the pot, she'd say. Did her Mama mind that Lucy didn't cook those old family recipes? Was she turning her back on her culinary heritage as surely as Paulette was?
She snapped the ends of the beans faster, glancing at the clock. This whole dinner was breaking her Mama's cardinal rule: don't hurry. She thought if a cook was in a hurry, you might as well just make a sandwich and go on your way. ~ Mary Jane Hathaway

Oh, well, I know that Libby." He rolls his eyes. "I've never met anyone more committed to, well, life that you are."
"Really?" I swallow rather hard. "Even though I keep on screwing my life up?"
"Sweetheart, precisely because you keep screwing your life up! I mean look at you. You had the crappiest career eve in the world before you turned everything around and became this shit-hot jewellery designer. You set your head on fire with a cigarette and ended up being utterly adored by the guy who had to put you out... And I do adore you, by the way," he adds, in a nonchalant sort of way, "in case you ever had wondered. Oh, and then there's your love of life. Loads of girls would have just sunk... ~ Lucy Holliday

One time they held hands while walking along the lake. Their joined palms felt like a fuse in an outlet, as if their touch was the source of everything that mattered, as if by doing this, holding hands in public, they'd be able to make better photographs and write better stories. Make better love. The power of those few minutes of not hiding felt like it could fuel an entire country. ~ Lucy Jane Bledsoe

Now Lucy sighed on his behalf. Communication must be difficult when your ass whittled the opposite sex's vocabulary down to one word. ~ Tessa Bailey

Why are we still afraid of being other than men? Women are still in hiding. ~ Lucy R. Lippard

Someone told me I had funny facial expressions. I don't know whether I take that as a compliment or not, but. ~ Lucy Punch

mind began growing distant. Her eyes stayed shut without her needing to clench them. Slowly, she started to doze. But then her cell began to buzz. She'd put it on silent and left it on her desk, but ~ Lucy Lambert

Nobody's bought this land. And no one's going to want it either. It's dying land, lonely land."
"Like me, then," I said.
"Yes, like you." You chewed the corner of your lip. "You both need saving. ~ Lucy Christopher

L'Age Licence. As in: License to experience, mess up, license to fail, license to do... whatever, before you're settled. ~ Lucy Knisley

How would she find her herd? How would she find you? ~ Lucy Christopher

The cast called her Lucy, but everyone else called her Mrs. Ball. She was honest with people. If she liked you, you knew it. If she didn't, you knew it, also. ~ Keith Thibodeaux

What I like in L.A. is that it's a lot more brutal. In England it's, 'Have a cup of tea, have a chat,' and you still don't get the part. In L.A. you go in, do your bit, and if they don't like you, you're straight out again. In a sense, that's more honest. ~ Lucy Punch

Get the hell away from her." "I mean it Solange," he said, his jaw clenching. "Get off her. Now. ~ Alyxandra Harvey

As the prospect of a Tory government gets nearer, many traditional Labour voters - some who switched away in recent times and many who stayed at home - seem more determined to prevent that happening. ~ Lucy Powell

We actually did quite a lot of comedy on 'Xena'. The whole show was very tongue-in-cheek. ~ Lucy Lawless

Writing a novel without being asked seems a bit like having a baby when you have nowhere to live. ~ Lucy Ellmann

Kieran, can you make a run for it with Lucy?" Nicholas asked. "'You can take one of the Jeeps," he added as Logan tossed Kieran his keys.
"I'm not leaving you guys," I sputtered. "When did you fall and hit your head?"
"Lucy, you're out of arrows and we're out of options." He darted a quick glance at Quinn, who was behind me.
I grabbed a fistful of Nicholas's shirt. "I'm not leaving you, you big dumb idiot." I whipped my head around and shot Quinn a glare. "Take one more step. I dare you." I knew full well he'd planned to sneak up on me and toss me over his shoulder. He paused, knowing equally well that I'd damage him if he tried.
He did it anyway.
I was suddenly airborne and then draped over his shoulder, which dug painfully under my ribs. "It's just faster this way," he said.
I shifted, cursing. "Put me down, you undead asshat."
"Just trying to save your ungrateful life," he shot back with grim cheer. I punched him right in the ass since I couldn't reach any other part of him. ~ Alyxandra Harvey

I know some good old gals in their 50s and 60s. All these women tell me, 'Forty to 50. Those are the hot times.' So far, you couldn't prove it by me. But hell, I'm only two years in. ~ Lauren Hutton

I can't help seeing 'Waste Land' as the third in a triptych with my earlier films 'Devil's Playground' and 'Blindsight,' and not least in the awe and gratitude I feel for the group of people who were courageous enough to share their stories with us - and to live lives so rich in inspiration for us all. ~ Lucy Walker

I don't have to be able to see you to feel your disapproval, you know." Tristan finally broke the silence. The two hour carriage ride had been painfully quiet. Tristan leaned his head against the back of the leather seat. "I have my reasons, and I don't intend to share them with my valet." Ellis grunted, but remained quiet. "She is better off without me." Four beats later, Ellis responded. "There is no reason to share your thoughts with a mere valet, my lord." "I cannot give her the life she deserves." "As you say." "Her ladyship seems to think my blindness makes no difference." "Please pardon the pun, my lord, but how very insightful of her." "I shall fire you when we reach London." "I shiver with anticipation." How was it he could not seem to even have his own employees agree with him? And"I don't have to be able to see you to feel your disapproval, you know." Tristan finally broke the silence. The two hour carriage ride had been painfully quiet. Tristan leaned his head against the back of the leather seat. "I have my reasons, and I don't intend to share them with my valet." Ellis grunted, but remained quiet. "She is better off without me." Four beats later, Ellis responded. "There is no reason to share your thoughts with a mere valet, my lord." "I cannot give her the life she deserves." "As you say." "Her ladyship seems to think my blindness makes no difference." "Please pardon the pun, my lord, but how very insightful of her." "I shall fire you when we reach London." "I s ~ -Callie Hutton, The Baron’s Betrayal

June falls asleep upon her bier of flowers;
In vain are dewdrops sprinkled o'er her,
In vain would fond winds fan her back to life,
Her hours are numbered on the floral dial. ~ Lucy Larcom

Anyway, there were more after the war than before. ~ Hutton Gibson

If you want something done, ask a busy person to do it. The more things you do, the more you can do. Lucille Ball

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When she opened her eyes they were confronted by a musical box against the opposite wall - one of those early Bavarian toys where mechanical figures perform to the tune.

'How odd,' she thought. The little stage showed a group of fiddlers, two couples in costumes like those of the ball she had just quitted, and in a doorway at the side, a gypsy or beggar man.

Very faintly the distant waltz came to her ears, but no footsteps ringing in the abandoned halls.

With her hand pressed to her unsteady heart, acting under a sudden compulsion, she pushed down the lever. Delicate plucked music started up; the fiddlers sawed with their clumsy arms in time to an ethereal waltz. The couples moved jerkily out and each raised an arm to clasp its partner. To various clicks and rumbles from under the floor they began to revolve with each other and to orbit round the room. Their movements were sinister because of being both reluctant and predestined. Here they were and this is was what they must do. ("Many Coloured Glass") ~ Lucy M. Boston

This is why I write: I believe the ordinary world is filled with extraordinary stories. ~ Lucy Ke

It is a conquest when we can lift ourselves above the annoyances of circumstances over which we have no control; but it is a greater victory when we can make those circumstances our helpers,
when we can appreciate the good there is in them. It has often seemed to me as if Life stood beside me, looking me in the face, and saying, Child, you must learn to like me in the form in which you see me, before I can offer myself to you in any other aspect. ~ Lucy Larcom

Blood might be thicker than water, but love was the most powerful magic of all. ~ Lucy Connors

I am so picky about what films I get myself into because it's such an explosion of energy and commitment once you get in there, you destroy your life until you deliver these films. I never want to be in the position of making films that won't be a great use of 90 minutes of someone's life. ~ Lucy Walker

Narnia, held captive by the "post-Christian" Telmarines, cannot be rescued and renewed until Peter and Edmund exercise their masculine gifts to defeat the Telmarine army while Susan and Lucy exercise their feminine gifts to wake up the trees from their deep slumber. ~ Louis A. Markos

I mean, that star over there is blinking at me madly now, but for how long? An hour or two, or for the next million years? And how long will we sit here like this? Just another moment, or the rest of our lives? You know which one I'd prefer ... ~ Lucy Christopher

I began a lifelong affair with nostalgia, with only the vaguest notions of what I was nostalgic for. ~ Lucy Grealy

I was making $50 a week as a house model at Christian Dior for nine months before I learned that photographic models made $50 an hour! ~ Lauren Hutton

For us political activists and candidates, the morning after any election is a mix of emotions - the personal and the immediate, the culmination of your own recent campaigning efforts; and the fortunes of your party and the success or otherwise of what you stand for and believe in. ~ Lucy Powell