Rachel Coker Quotes

I licked my sugary, lemonade-soaked lips and leaned my head against the porch post. The sky was bluer than the ocean- a light, jewel-toned blue. What would it be like to wear a necklace made of sky stones? I tossed the idea around in my mind, smiling to myself. ~ Rachel Coker

When the public protests. confronted with some obvious evidence of damaging results of pesticide applications, it is fed little tranquilizers pills of half truth. ~ Rachel Carson

That was just a hug, and we were fully clothed."
He shot me a weird look, and the flush on his neck got redder.
"I mean
our skin didn't touch,' I hurried on, and now, oh God, I was blushing too.
"So maybe this thing needs skin-on-skin-contact. Or hand-on-hand. Or ... ~ Rachel Hawkins

But if these past years in Morganville have taught me anything, it's that sometimes you have to just ... jump. It's not safe. It's never safe. But sometimes you have to live dangerously. ~ Rachel Caine

It was astonishing how much meaning could be crammed into a single word. How did such words not crumble under their own weight? ~ Rachel Hartman

The Arkûl don't come down this road, Human. No one does. There's no one to hear you scream. No one except for me." - Rachel Vaveran ~ S.G. Night

I like writing people from a slightly sharp angle and then throwing more light on them. I think in life we see somebody and make judgments very quickly about who they are and what they are. Or we think people are boring because they appear ordinary. ~ Rachel Joyce

Yet I still, he said, believe in love. Love restores almost everything, and where it can't restore, it takes away the pain. ~ Rachel Cusk

A Lake Charles-based artist, Sally was a progressive Democrat who in 2016 primary favored Bernie Sanders. Sally's very dear friend and worl-traveling flight attendant from Opelousas, Louisiana, Shirley was an enthusiast for the Tea Party and Donald Trump. Both woman had joined sororities at LSU. Each had married, had three children, lived in homes walking distance apart in Lake Charles, and had keys to each other's houses. Each loved the other's children. Shirley knew Sally's parents and even consulted Sally's mother when the two go to "fussing to much." They exchanged birthday and Christmas gifts and jointly scoured the newspaper for notices of upcoming cultural events they had, when they were neighbors in Lake Charles, attended together. One day when I was staying as Shirley's overnight guest in Opelousas, I noticed a watercolor picture hanging on the guestroom wall, which Sally had painted as a gift for Shirley's eleven-year-old daughter, who aspired to become a ballerina. With one pointed toe on a pudgy, pastel cloud, the other lifted high, the ballerina's head was encircled by yellow star-like butterflies. It was a loving picture of a child's dream--one that came true. Both women followed the news on TV--Sally through MSNBC's Rachel Maddow, and Shirley via Fox News's Charles Krauthammer, and each talked these different reports over with a like-minded husband. The two women talk by phone two or three times a week, and their grown children keep in touch, partly across the ~ Arlie Russell Hochschild

We hardly ever know the decisions we make that change our lives, mostly because they are the small ones ~ Rachel Hawkins

I am really passionate about my career and my music and I am so lucky to be able to do what I do for a job, so for all the early morning starts and long days, I could never trade it all in. ~ Rachel Stevens

Balance is not something that shows up one day and is suddenly here to stay; it's the result of creating moments of mindfulness and gratitude throughout our day. That's why it's called a practice - it never ends. ~ Rachel Brathen

I was half lawyer; I always noticed the loopholes. ~ Rachel Hartman

Last semester was intense," I said to Dad.

"Intense?" he echoed, picking up my file. "Let's see. On your first day at Hecate, you were attacked by a werewolf. You insulted a teacher, which resulted in semester-long cellar duty with one Archer Cross. According to the notes, the two of you became 'close.' Apparently close enough for you to see the mark of L'Occhio di Dio on his chest.

I flushed at that, and felt Mom's arm tighten around me. Over the past six months, I'd filled her in on a lot of the story with Archer, but not all of it.

Specifically, the whole me-making-out-in-the-cellar-with-a-murderous-warlock-working-with-the-Eye-part. ~ Rachel Hawkins

How often do you think we write our own ending before the story is even finished? How often do we give up on ourselves when our lives are just starting? Things get hard and we immediately back away and assume that means we're going in the wrong direction, doing the wrong thing. If anything, when the waters get thick, that's our sign to keep going. ~ Rachel Van Dyken

I traced my finger along her smooth jaw line and then reached for the back of her head, pulling her into my space as I blew a kiss across her lips. "And now? Now are you excited?" "You're getting warmer," she whispered. I sucked on her bottom lip then let my mouth hover over hers as I answered, "I want you to be on fire. Not just warm, but blazing. Not intrigued, but impressed. Not just excited. I want you enthralled. And at the end of the night, what I really want ... " I closed my eyes so I wouldn't kiss her again. " ... is for those tears to be washed away from your memory for good. ~ Rachel Van Dyken

Cupping her face, I reclaim her lips and gently guide her body next to mine on the bed. Rachel's tank rides up and my fingers explore the satin skin of her belly. There are so many places I long to go, so many places I crave to take her.
"I want to go further," she whispers. When I skim the waistband of her pants, her breathing hitches.
Further. Damn, my entire body responds. I don't miss the way her hand fidgets with the hem of her shirt. Scared I'll spook her, I don't push her too far, but I'm all for reading body language. I place my hand over hers and her smile appears.
"You sure?" I ask. I kiss each and every centimeter of her exposed skin as I move up her tank. I linger over the material of her bra and Rachel fists the sheet with both hands. She's so damn hot I'm about to forget slow and go for fast.
But I ignore those urges and guide the material up and over her head. I don't know what the hell I did to have such a beautiful creature in my bed, but she's here and I'm going to spend tonight worshipping this gift in front of me. ~ Katie McGarry

Remember why you fell in love in the first place. ~ Rachel Hauck

I'm from Maine. I eat apple pie for breakfast. ~ Rachel Nichols

Time was something altogether more fragmented than it had been before. It was like throwing a handful of feathers into the air and watching them drift. Moments no longer flowed from one to the other. ~ Rachel Joyce

I told you not to trust a wolf," he continued. His words dripped like honeyed venom. "Because it would only ever want to break you." Darren let out a small, harsh laugh. "Haven't you figured it out yet? I'm the wolf, Ryiah. I guess what I really should have told you was to never trust a prince, but that's not quite as memorable. ~ Rachel E. Carter

Rachel: They asked me a lot of questions about you. I played dumb.
Annabeth: Was it hard? ~ Rick Riordan

Frightening, isn't it? That something I decide today impacts future generations. Beyond my own flesh and blood. ~ Rachel Hauck

Jessica Jackley has a gift for making people want to fork over their cash. To total strangers. Far, far away. ~ Rachel Sklar

I've found that when you're wrapped up in the process of dating and want so badly to have something work out with someone -anyone- it's easy to forget that your choices aren't limited to one person or the other. There's also the choice I always forget about: To not choose anyone in order to keep myself open to someone who IS right for me. ~ Rachel Machacek

At times, Melete continued, it had seemed to her that this fact was what had created this behavior. Her sense of reality, in other words, had created something outside itself that mocked and hated her. But as I say, she said, those thoughts belong to the world of religious sensibility, which has become in our times the language of neurosis. ~ Rachel Cusk

I was no suffragette, but I was pretty sure the he-can't-control-himself defense was a big, stinky load of horseshit. ~ Rachel Vincent

God told you to leave that trunk in the basement for me?" Incredulous. Doubt. Awe. "I think He did. I believe He did. And you found it. And you wore it. ~ Rachel Hauck

Less than two weeks before my 34th birthday, I bought pots. Most people were amazed that I did not previously own pots, but that was before I explained that I had never used my oven, and used my stovetop for my dishrack. ~ Rachel Sklar

No step taken in faith is wasted, not by a God who makes all things new. ~ Rachel Held Evans

Please may this not be a game. Please may this not be a game. Because if it's a game, I know I'm going to lose. ~ David Levithan

It's not the amount of time that matters, Nina. It's what you do with it. ~ Rachel Vincent

She hadn't been Rachel that night. She was evidence, a body of things to be picked and probed at, pictured and asked about, recorded and quoted. I want my life back. The voice was faint inside her own mind. She could hear the plaintive, almost despairing note to that voice. Like the wail of a scared child, this wasn't just about facing her fears. This was about everything. Her injuries, the loss of the life and world she'd once taken for granted, her long recovery. ~ Anais Torres

But it never ceases to amaze me how difficult the things that are supposed to be instinctive really are. ~ Rachel Joyce

I'm marriable. But I'm not married. ~ Rachel Weisz

We could get so into health food that our husband doesn't feel welcome at his own table. In other words, we could get so consumed with the healthy food that we are no longer healthy people. We could, in pursuit of health, break fellowship with our husbands as well as Jesus ~ Rachel Jankovic

I reached up and cupped the back of his neck and drew him down to me, and we kissed again. ~ Rachel Ward

What's wrong with her soul?"
"Nothing. She's just not actually in possession of it. ~ Rachel Vincent

... "Holy crap!" Rachel wondered what it was about extreme disaster that made people invoke both religion and excrement - bookends to mark the polarities of human condition? ~ Douglas Coupland

Do be careful. I can't replace you as easily as all that. ~ Rachel Caine

Good game," someone said, patting my shoulder.
"Thanks," I said, laughing.
Then I felt arms come around me and pull me close.
"Hey," Jason said, kissing my neck before parking his chin on my shoulder.
Smiling brightly, I turned around in his arms. "Great game."
"Thanks."
"You hit a home run," I said, like maybe he hadn't realized it.
"I know it seems odd, considering how long I've played baseball, but I've never hit one before," he said. "But I knew, I knew as soon as I felt the bat make contact with the ball, that it was going to go out of the park. I don't know if it sounded different or felt different, but I just knew."
"You did look stunned out there."
"I was. Like I said, I'd never done that before. I mean, hitting has never been my strength."
"It was tonight." I reached up and kissed his chin.
"I need to figure out what it was I did that made me hit the home run."
"You connected the bat to the ball."
"No, it was more than that. Something I did before the game, maybe--"
"No, no, no," I said, lifting myself up onto my toes so I could look directly into his eyes. "There was no thing you did other than keeping your eye on the ball and hitting at the precise moment when the impact would send the ball over the fence."
"I'm not so sure."
"Okay, you want to know what it was? It was having me for a girlfriend--"
He put his hand behind my head and kissed me to shut me up. Obviously, he didn't thi ~ Rachel Hawthorne

Be real, is salt holding you at gunpoint right now? ~ Rachel Higginson

All of sudden I cared what someone thought of me. Because we are friends. And making you miserable and angry makes me miserable and angry. I don't want to be the person to make you mad or cry, Ryiah. I want to make you laugh. I want you to make me laugh, because gods know you are the only one who can. So, yes, I am sorry, I am sorry because even if I was right, I was also wrong. And I'd rather lose a silly battle than your friendship. ~ Rachel E. Carter