Rachel Ward Quotes

And just when I though things were starting to get better, everything had gone wrong again. ~ Rachel Ward

" But we are starting again, Jem. If I hadn't met you, it probably would have been dope and pills and smoking crack and shooting up junk. Prison. Hospitalization. That's how it would have been for me, but you saved me from that. It's going to be different for us now." ~ Rachel Ward

This was me, the real me, and Spider was the only person ever to have found me, to see me for who I was. And I saw him too. ~ Rachel Ward

Do you know what it's like to hear those words? To hear the person you love telling you they love you, too? If you don't now, I hope you do one day. ~ Rachel Ward

However cozy things seemed, the facts of life were the same. You couldn't escape death: It would get us all in the end. ~ Rachel Ward

Roller Boogie is a relic from - when else? - the '70s. This is a tape I made for the eight-grade dance. The tape still plays, even if the cogs are a little creaky and the sound quality is dismal. It's a ninety-minute TDK Compact Cassette, and like everything else made in the '70s, it's beige. It takes me back to the fall of 1979, when I was a shy, spastic, corduroy-clad Catholic kid from the suburbs of Boston, grief-stricken over the '78 Red Sox. The words "douche" and "bag" have never coupled as passionately as they did in the person of my thirteen-yer-old self. My body, my brain, my elbows that stuck out like switchblades, my feet that got tangled in my bike spokes, but most of all my soul - these formed the waterbed where douchitude and bagness made love sweet love with all the feral intensity of Burt Reynolds and Rachel Ward in Sharkey's Machine. ~ Rob Sheffield

I've been as critically rubbished as acclaimed and the worst thing about that is that it usually plays into your own self-criticism. ~ Rachel Ward

I can't stand men crying. It's wrong, isn't it? Their faces aren't made for it, they kind of crumple; it's painful to watch. ~ Rachel Ward

Lovers, yes, we're lovers now. ~ Rachel Ward

I was tired of being me. ~ Rachel Ward

My best day ever. Got up. Had breakfast. Came to school. Bored, as usual. Wishing I wasn't there, like usual. Kids ignoring me, suits me fine. Sitting with the other retards - we're so special. Wasting my time. Yesterday was the same, and it's gone, anyway. Tomorrow may never come. There is only today. This is the best day and the worst day. Actually it's crap. ~ Rachel Ward

When I wanted to be an actress, I never wanted really to be the kind of actress I became. ~ Rachel Ward

Spider?" I'd said, with a question mark in my voice.
"Yeah."
"You know at school . . . what did you do that for? Wade in like that?"
Spider frowned. "He was disrespectful, Jem. What you said - I could tell it was real. It was what you were really feeling. He had no right to make a joke of it."
"Yeah, I know, he's a tosser, but it's nothing to do with you. You made a right show of yourself. You made a show of me."
"I didn't want him to get away with it."
"Yeah, but I don't need a knight in shining armor. I can look after myself." He was smiling a bit now. I paused. "It's not funny, man. It's made everything worse," I said quietly. "I've got comments all the time now, 'bout you and me. Sly comments."
He looked away, studied his hands. The knuckles on the right one were nearly healed up now.
My mouth had gone dry, but I had to get this clear with him. "You do know there's no 'you and me,' don't you, Spider?"
He looked up. "What?"
"We're not like . . . together. Just mates."
There was something about his sullenness when he said, "Yeah, 'course. Just mates. Mates is good," that made me think he felt the exact opposite. I was churning inside, cursing that day under the bridge. People were so bloody difficult. Why had I ever got involved?
He stood up, came toward me, putting an arm out. I thought, Shit, he's going to hug me. Hasn't he listened to anything? But his hand formed a fist, and he lightly punched my arm. "Listen, ~ Rachel Ward

Part of me wanted this more than anything else in the world - to have someone to hang out with, be like everyone else for a while. The rest of me screamed to get the hell out of there, not to get sucked in. ~ Rachel Ward

How easy to be a bird or an animal, living from day to day, unaware you're alive, unaware that one day you will die. ~ Rachel Ward

People just don't seem to get me. Don't understand that I need my space. Always telling me what to do. They think rules and routines and clean hands and your p's and q's will make everything all right. They haven't got a clue. ~ Rachel Ward

We all know that everything will end some day, but we can not let that slow us. We must not let that stop us from living. ~ Rachel Ward

There's very little bohemia in Australia and it's one of the things I miss most about not living in Europe. ~ Rachel Ward

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

I remember having to take detours around the Hollywood sign to avoid having to see this grotesque poster of myself on Sunset Boulevard. ~ Rachel Ward

I always tell young actors to have a back-up. You don't want to find yourself at the age of 30 still struggling to make a living out of acting. ~ Rachel Ward

I got pigeonholed a bit. When I wanted to be an actress, I never wanted to be the kind of actress I became. ~ Rachel Ward

You're in a movie because you're appealing and because you represent the aspiration, the fantasy, the ideal. ~ Rachel Ward

Free speech in Bangladesh can get you killed ~ Rachel Martin

Rachel believes in it, the laws of of pattern formation and how they are universal: whatever she sees, crystallizing, a landscape of fractals, of emergence and symmetry, her world falling happily into shape where he must forge it, a pioneer of industry, sooty and scarred. For Rachel Wolff, quite simply, there are patterns everywhere, she can't help it; she is an illustrator, naturalist, cartographer - and her eye, a kaleidoscope. ~ Emma Richler

My favorite albumn ever is Jeff Buckley's GRACE. I feel a weird unexplainable connection to him. ~ Rachel Bilson

I normally work out six days a week. I'll do Pilates on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, and I'll do cardio on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. ~ Rachel Nichols

I think that presidents don't give up power that has accrued to them by the precedent of previous presidents. Even when they say they would like to, I think once they get there they don't give it up. ~ Rachel Maddow

Christmas could begin. Magic could happen. ~ Rachel Cohn

If men had wings and bore black feathers, Few of them would be clever enough to be crows. ~ Henry Ward Beecher

God's providence is on the side of clear heads. ~ Henry Ward Beecher

I wanted more firsts with Tod. But all I had left was a handful of lasts. ~ Rachel Vincent

After the two drinks, she felt warm inside, and slightly indistinct at the edges. ~ Rachel Joyce

You are everything I need" - Vishous to Jane ~ J.R. Ward

People going in the wrong direction will get like that. Round pegs just don't fit in square holes. ~ J.R. Ward

You might think that, by way of us all being people, we might see something of ourselves in the lives of our clients. Some family-based practice, for example, that called to mind our own. We did not. We saw precious little to remind us of humanity in the private lives of our clients. There are no such links in prostitution. The closest a prostitute will get to understanding anything of her client's family life is by noticing a baby seat in the back of his car or feeling the cold metal of his wedding ring pressed against the inner walls of her vagina. ~ Rachel Moran

I can see her, chin to chest, straining to push Junior out, and Junior snagging on her insides, grabbing hold of what he caught on to try to stay inside her, but instead he pulled it out with him when he was born. ~ Jesmyn Ward

To all those who face change without fear. Go forward. To the ever-transforming glory of the public library, without which we would all be diminished. No one with a book is ever alone, even in the darkest moments. We are all book lovers. And we all chase the Great Library of Alexandria, one book at a time. ~ Rachel Caine

Nervous sweat gathered on my palms, and for once I was glad I couldn't talk. I swallowed, my throat clenching around the scream scalding me from the inside. The gray haze was darker now, though no thicker. I could see through it easily, yet it tainted everything my terrified gaze landed on , as if the entire gym had been draped in a translucent cloud of smog. And things still moved on the edge of my vision, drawing my eye first in one direction, then another .

I would have given anything to be able to speak in that moment, not just to warn Emma -
because that was evidently a moot point -
but to ask Nash what the hell was going on. Could he see what I saw? More important, could they see us? ~ Rachel Vincent

I'm a cereal girl. I have always loved my cereal ever since I was a kid. ~ Rachel Stevens

Shut up!" Eve yelled from somewhere upstairs. "Jackass!"
"You know, when people say that, I just hear the word awesome, ~ Rachel Caine

I'd never thought of aqua as a particular offensive color before, but looking at those bedspreads, I knew that next school year I was totally banning anything even approaching that shade from any school dance decorations. I'd never be able to look at it again without wanting to slit my own throat. ~ Rachel Hawkins

Many a woman will pass for elegant in a ballroom, or even at a court drawing room, whose want of true breeding would become evident in a chosen company. ~ Julia Ward Howe

It...is for me?"

"Aye. So what say you, lover mine. ~ J.R. Ward

A mother is a mother all of your life,but a father is a father only when he has a wife. ~ Leah Ward Sears

Blake: So what am I missing in books that I can't get through real life experiences?
Evelyn: It's a form of escapism. I long to live in worlds I can only touch through the words of authors. And unfortunately, I don't know how to describe it. It's something you either know the feeling of, or you don't. ~ Rachel Hera

Isaac Rothe, Matthias ~ J.R. Ward

I love the action that I'm able to do. I grew up in Maine, outdoors and playing with the boys and shooting skeet. I have my girly side, too. But, I do like playing the strong female roles, especially now with something as simple as Twitter, where you've got young women following you. ~ Rachel Nichols

I've always loved fashion. ~ Rachel Bilson

I mean, come on. He's kind of cute, in a Godzilla sort of way. ~ J.R. Ward

The first thing I learned about weapons is respect, and that carries into movies as well. If you're on set and you're dealing with weapons, live or not, you respect the weapon; you know how to handle it appropriately. ~ Rachel Nichols

These human eyes seemed weak to me at first," said Eskar, still staring away from me, scratching her short black hair. "They detect fewer colors and have terrible resolution, but they see things dragon eyes cannot. They can see beyond surfaces. I don't understand how that's possible, but it happened incrementally as I traveled with Orma: I began to see the inside of him. His questioning and gentle nature. His conviction. I'd glimpse it in something as incongruous as his hand holding a teacup, or his eyes when he spoke of you. ~ Rachel Hartman

I've watched congregations devote years and years to heated arguments about whether a female missionary should be allowed to share about her ministry on a Sunday morning, whether students older than ten should have female Sunday school teachers, whether girls should be encouraged to attend seminary, whether women should be permitted to collect the offering or write the church newsletter or make an announcement ... all while thirty thousand children die every day from preventable disease. If that's not an adventure in missing the point, I don't know what is. ~ Rachel Held Evans

I'm ruined for you - and I won't ever be the same. It's the greatest gift anyone's ever given me. ~ Rachel Van Dyken

I love the way they look. I love the way they feel. I love saying the word again and again: Jeggings! Jeggings! Jeggings! ~ Rachel Sklar

There was more than one thing wrong with the whole story anyway. Had no one thought it remotely suspicious? Unhappy man marries beautiful woman. Beautiful woman shapes up rather nasty. Man unhappier than ever; woman unhappy as well. Three short weeks... Oops, he's dead! Oh, poor, dear child. Let's see what we can do with her. Free labor! ~ Rachel Heffington

I needed to kill him with kindness instead of showing my anger. ~ Penelope Ward

Z: "You know, this was a hell of a lot easier when you were out cold in the back of that truck."
Phury: "That was you?"
Z:"You think it was Santa Claus or some shit? ~ J.R. Ward

That's convenient. ~ Rachel Caine

The more patient we are, the more understanding we become. ~ William Arthur Ward

When you're a father, you know exactly where your heart really is. There's no question of it, no doubt. That part of your life has no second guessing. ~ Fred Ward

Mr. Biz! The shrewd and savage business shark, ~ Rachel Renee Russell

The real democratic American idea is, not that every man shall be on a level with every other man, but that every man shall have liberty to be what God made him, without hindrance. ~ Henry Ward Beecher

Lorenzo gently places his hands on either side of my face, lowering his head to stare directly into my eyes. His voice is barely above a whisper as he says, "Patience D'Angeli-Cat-you are my dream now. ~ Rachel Harris

I never dreamed you would be this beautiful," he said quietly, trembling slightly, his baritone voice resonating low and intimate as he scanned the length of her body.
"What do you m-m-" she began, her voice swallowed by another kiss. This one was more insistent, and she felt her skin jump. Her hips rocked, her stomach tensed at the firmer press of his mouth against hers. It was only once she leaned into him that she felt something hard and hot pressed against her hip, eliciting a soft groan into her mouth and a shiver that moved like a wave along his entire body. She mewled a wordless question against his lips, wanting to ask who he was. His only response was to skim his tongue across her teeth until they opened, letting him taste her.
Kore heard him sigh as his hand traced up her ribs and settled firmly on her breast. Her nipple instantly tightened under his palm and she cried into his mouth at the unanticipated pleasure of it. He languorously stroked her tongue with his and tasted of ancient groves and deep, warm earth, and the cold, faint sweetness of a foreign flower she knew but couldn't quite place. With a gasp she broke off the kiss to look up at him again, her face and neck flushed, her lips tingling, her heart pounding. The cool night air moved over her hot skin.
He smiled down at her again. "You taste exquisite. ~ Rachel Alexander

Being blonde means people decide on sight that you are much prettier and nicer than you really are, just as Americans automatically add 10 points to someone's IQ when they hear an English accent. Fact. ~ Rachel Johnson

I love you, I've always loved you. ~ Natalie Ward

I have the feeling I've been -
unpleasant. ~ Rachel Caine

Paradise, blooded daughter of Abalone, First Adviser to the King, frowned at the screen of her Apple lappy. She'd set herself up here in her father's library ever since he'd started working each night for Wrath, son of Wrath, because in the old rambling Tudor mansion, Wi-Fi was strongest at this desk. Not that a good signal was helping her at the moment. Her Hotmail account was full of unread messages, because, with iMessage on her phone and her Twitter, Instagram, and FB accounts, there was no reason to sign into it very often. ~ J.R. Ward

I'm sorry about the trouble, Karen," he said, loud and clear, so everyone could hear how reasonable he was being.
She scowled up at him, eyes narrowed. Her arm flew almost faster than I could see. The smack of flesh against flesh was loud in the silence, and a small red handprint stood out starkly on his left cheek. "You have no idea how sorry you're going to be. ~ Rachel Vincent

A man without a destination isn't lost..." She shrugged. "He's just exploring. ~ Rachel Van Dyken