Ruthie Quotes

Is he actually good?" Judith asked. "He's incredible." "Sorry, are we talking about the painting or the shagging?" Nev asked. "The painting!" He grinned. "Right. ~ Ruthie Knox

It's easier to ignore all the bad shit in the light. Distract yourself with work and TV and other people. The dark is just ... bad memories. Bad dreams. I don't like to be left alone with all that. ~ Ruthie Knox

Here she was at eight, with the chemistry set she'd begged for at Christmas. Her father was beside her in this one, showing her a picture of the periodic table, explaining how everything on earth, everything in the universe, even - people, starfish, cement, bicycles, and far-off planets - was made up of a combination of these elements. "Isn't it amazing to think of, Ruthie?" he'd asked. Ruthie had found the idea that we were only a series of neatly constructed puzzle pieces or building blocks vaguely unsettling - even at eight, she wanted there to be more to it than that. ~ Jennifer McMahon

She was in awe of him, impressed by his lack of fear, smitten with his bee-geekery. ~ Ruthie Knox

I think there's something about dancers, they never ever forget where they come from. They never get grand, no matter what success they have. ~ Ruthie Henshall

If you see something beautiful in someone, speak it. ~ Ruthie Lindsey

You're supposed to show up for your own life ~ Ruthie Knox

I am so glad Todd and I eloped," she said sincerely. "There was no way to salvage the wreckage. But I think that you deserved this, and I'm very happy for you." She leaned forward and kissed my cheek. Then she whispered, "He is really, really a hottie. How did you mange that?"
"Brat," I told her, and gave her a hug. "Todd's not exactly chopped liver."
She smiled smugly and took another sip. "No he's not."
"He could be," said Ben from behind me, his British accent giving him a civilized air that he didn't deserve. "Do you want him to be chopped liver, darling?"
I turned, making sure I was between Ben and Nan, "My sisters are off-limits," I reminded him.
A flash of hurt came and went on his face. With Ben, it was even odds whether the emotion was genuine or not -but my instincts told me they had been. So I continued in a mock-chiding tone, "Ruthie is too young for you, and Nan is married to a very nice man. So be good."
Nan had caught the flash of hurt, too, I thought. She was softer than our mother, more like her father in temperament as well as looks. She couldn't stand to have anyone hurting and not do anything about it.
She sighed dramatically. "All the pretty men, and I'm tied to just one."
Ben smiled at her. "Anytime you want to change that…"
I poked him in the side-he could have slipped out of the way, but he didn't bother.
"Okay," he said, backing away with exaggerated fear. "Ill be good, I promise. Just don't hurt me ~ Patricia Briggs

He kissed her then. He had to kiss her, to try out every way he could move his mouth over hers - hard and soft, deep and reverent - and he had to move his tongue against hers and cup her breast in his hand because he was so fucking grateful and so fucking lost. ~ Ruthie Knox

There needs to be more Kander & Ebbs and Rodgers & Harts and people like that out there. But, it's so hard to get something looked at and on. ~ Ruthie Henshall

All of it felt like stolen time, an end rather than a beginning. But he didn't know why, and he didn't know what to do differently. ~ Ruthie Knox

All she'd had to do was remember about Limbo: neither Heaven nor Hell, Limbo was the timeless, colorless eternity spent in between. ~ Ruthie Knox

I've always said the theatre is my church. It's where I feel God the most. It's where I know there's a God. ~ Ruthie Henshall

I love the stage, it's my first love - but, it's gone. You do your performance, then it's a memory. It only lives in the moment. ~ Ruthie Henshall

Mom had considered Cath a bit of a hoochie, but the truth was that Cath always opened her heart when she opened her legs. ~ Ruthie Knox

Oh, he was perfect. An orgasm - just for her - and a compliment. She would bottle him and sell him and make her fortune. ~ Ruthie Knox

I didn't know you owned clothes with colors."
"I have a few things that aren't black."
"Of course you do, darling. Only all the ones I've seen are very small, and I get to take them off with my teeth. You've trained me to salivate at the sight of color, like one of Pavlov's dogs. Your top is making me very hungry. ~ Ruthie Knox

I promise you, whatever we are together, it's not a mistake. It's too good to be a mistake. ~ Ruthie Knox

Was that some kind of romantic declaration, disguised as a filthy pirate sex offer? ~ Ruthie Knox

Cath didn't feel like a mistake to him. She felt like a beginning. A clean canvas, ready to be painted. A gorgeous new idea. ~ Ruthie Knox

I c-can promise it," he said. "It's what I d-do, remember? I m-make magic happen."
Katie smiled. "That's not magic. That's orgasms."
"Same thing. ~ Ruthie Knox

My favorite part of theatre is that I get paid for it! ~ Ruthie Henshall

She could tell the difference between fantasy and reality. If life ever gave her another opportunity to make the choice, she knew which one she would choose. ~ Ruthie Knox

I'm a thoroughly respectable woman."
"You don't kiss like one. ~ Ruthie Knox

You know what I was thinking? [Ruthie] got so excited when she was spouting this ahistorical countertextual nonsense, and I caught myself thinking, 'What an idiot her teacher must be,' and thinking about her teacher made me realize - the kind of excitement she was showing as she mindlessly spouted back the nonsense she learned in college, that's just like the excitement some of my own students show. And it occurred to me that what we professors think of as a 'brilliant student' is nothing but a student who is enthusiastically converted to whatever idiotic ideas we've been teaching them."
"Self-knowledge is a painful thing," said Esther. "To learn that your best students are parrots after all. ~ Orson Scott Card

I would use my tongue. First through those pretty knickers, and then when I had you soaking and thrashing round, I'd rip them off and spread your thighs wide and hold you open while I made a banquet of you. ~ Ruthie Knox

[Ruthie] ... if he was a good man, how could he leave me? So he must not be a good man. But if he isn't good, then why does it hurt so much to lose him? ~ Orson Scott Card

Nice?" he said fiercely. "Nice is a lemonade stand." He withdrew and thrust deep. "Nice is a picnic on the lawn. This is not - nice. You are not a nice woman. You are fucking - sstupefying. ~ Ruthie Knox

Stop and think. Who is your nemesis? Even the most popular, confident, put-together adult can call to mind that one girl who made her feel inadequate. She'll get hers, you said to yourself, praying that it was true as she walked away from you, leaving you feeling like roadkill to be scraped off the pavement. Well, fill in the blanks ladies 'cause today, I promise, she will get hers. Today the road-killer becomes roadkill. ~ Jane L Rosen

You're not Adam, asshole. You're the snake. ~ Ruthie Knox

I had to kiss Ruthie Henshall once with a cold. It was the final romantic moment in She Loves Me; as we separated, I noticed this arc of glistening mucus threaded between us. ~ John Gordon Sinclair

It was easy to love your idea of someone - to fall hard for their very best self. The question was whether, once you had to spend some time living with their worst self, you could bear to be with them anymore. ~ Ruthie Knox

Sometimes I can't think of anything but every wrong thing I've ever done. ~ Ruthie Knox

At that stage it was generally presumed that I was not someone who was going to Put Faha on the Map and so once the races started I was to share with Dympna Looney the important job of Holding the Ribbon at the finish line, which I didn't think very important but my father said was Homeric, and though I didn't know what that meant it made me feel a little flush of importance. 'Breasting the ribbon, Ruthie,' he said, 'you're the line between one world and another.' He could say things like that. He could say things no other dad could say, and because parents are mysterious anyhow, because they belong in another world, you don't ask, you just nod and feel you've entered a little bit into the mystery yourself. ~ Niall Williams

Ruthie. If I wanted someone to nag me, I'd get remarried."
She rolled her eyes. "I don't nag. I suggest."
"I suggest you leave me be. ," Grandpa said. ~ Sarina Bowen

Like it when she spouted off. I believe that's precisely what he's blamed for. ~ Ruthie Knox

Why is it that bad things have to happen so you learn there are lots of good people in the world?" -Ruthie ~ Ruth Behar

I want him to have everything, but all he has is me. ~ Ruthie Knox

Amanda! Where are you?" Michael called. Laughing, she stood on tiptoe. "Over here," she called back and then ran down the row to hide. "All right," he said, laughing. "Where did you go?" She whistled at him from her hiding place. She and Ruthie had played hide-and-seek in the rows the day before, and she was in a joyous mood today, ready to tease Michael. "What do I get if I find you?" "What have you got in mind?" "Oh, a little of this and that. ~ Francine Rivers

They weren't lies but promises, however silently made. He wanted to keep her. She wanted to let him. They both wanted for the wrong reasons. ~ Ruthie Knox

We accept the kind of love we think we deserve. ~ Ruthie Dean

I'm pretty sure you just kissed me."
"Yes, I did. Shall I apologize?"
"What for?"
"It was terribly impolite. I didn't ask your permission. ~ Ruthie Knox

He wanted to hold the love tight to himself, protect it from harm, but he knew better now. That wasn't how love worked. You found it, if you were lucky, and you gave it away, and you took whatever came back to you, the good and the bad together.
He would love her right now, and for as long as she let him, and take the consequences. ~ Ruthie Knox

Musical theatre goes through cycles. I came in when it was at the absolute height of musical theatre as I remember it. It was the age of the long-runners. ~ Ruthie Henshall

She raised their three kids in spite of him, working long hours at a shoe factory until she had a hump in her back from bending over a sewing machine. But still, she's loving, kind, and sober. I don't get it. Ruthie ~ Barb Rogers

Collaboration is when you find somebody who, literally, complements and gets you that you can work with. Collaboration is when you really, really want to work with somebody. ~ Ruthie Henshall

Confidence is the quiet assurance you are enough. ~ Ruthie Dean

whereas Allie still had to wear a retainer at night to keep her bottom teeth from collecting like dice in a Yahztee cup. ~ Ruthie Knox

Luke pulls me to him and crushes his mouth to mine.

"I said I wasn't going to do this," he whispers on a kiss.

"'S'okay." I pull him closer, my hands snaking up his back. "Don't mind."

His hands move up to cup my face, to tilt my head, to move his lips over mine again. "Bella?"

"Hmmm?"

I stifle a groan as Luke pulls away.

Still holding my face in one hand, he runs his finger down my nose. Over my cheek. I lean into his palm and just try to breathe. "What?"

"Do you know what this was?" he asks, his mouth near my ear.

"The warm-up?"

"A test."

My cozy smile drops. I step away.

"You're lying to yourself if you think you don't want to be with me."

"I - I" - am so mad - "it was the moonlight. It was the popcorn at nine o'clock."

Luke reaches out and brushes a piece of hair behind my ear. "Face it - you're totally into your editor." He sighs dramatically. "I hope whatever is keeping us apart is worth it."

I stand there motionless, my tongue glued to the roof of my mouth as Luke climbs into his 4Runner. I should say something. I should yell - or maybe throw a shoe? What would Ruthie do? No. I can't moon him. ~ Jenny B. Jones

She wasn't quiet. Neither was he. While it lasted, they were as close as two people could be. But afterward, she didn't stay the night. ~ Ruthie Knox

It's different for you," she said. "You're a man."
"I was beginning to fear you hadn't noticed. ~ Ruthie Knox

He kissed her like they were too young to know how to kiss yet, all the while sinking into her body and withdrawing, a dirty secret happening below their waists. ~ Ruthie Knox

Her heart squeezed hard, her inner asshole chastising her, Stupid, stupid, and then it happened all at once. A bright flash of anger - at herself, at every movie and TV show and magazine, every insidious cultural message that had ever told her that her body sucked. It was all a bunch of lies, and she knew that. She knew it. But here she was, letting it ruin everything. Stop ~ Ruthie Knox

He was a terrible white knight, but she didn't seem to care. ~ Ruthie Knox

How many times did you come last night?" he asked in a low voice. Three.
"I'm not answering that question."
"You don't have to. I remember every one. You like me fine. ~ Ruthie Knox

Ruthie started to cry at Julia's use of the word "hate," though Ruthie knew it was true, accurate. For a long time now it had been easier just to hate her sister. Easier to try to define the relationship with that simple emotion than to live with the conflicting set of feelings Julia brought forth. ~ Susan Rebecca White

Maybe when you loved someone, you just let yourself be you. You let them see you. And you saw them. Maybe that was all there was to it. ~ Ruthie Knox

Now I know why they call sick people by the word 'patient'. The patient has to have patience. Wait and wait and wait and not lose hope" -Ruthie ~ Ruth Behar

She put her arm around my shoulder and squeezed me. She whispered, It's not the worst thing, Ruthie, drifting. You'll see. You'll see. ~ Marilynne Robinson

After I left here on Saturday, I decided never to see you again."
He was sliding the frittata under the broiler, so she could only see his profile, but damn if he didn't appear to be smirking.
"I know that, darling. It wounds my pride you won't go out with me, but I can console myself with the knowledge that when you do see me, you can't keep your knickers on for ten minutes running."
She threw her cookie at him, feigning indignation. "You bastard! Are you calling me easy?"
"I like you easy. Besides, you're not to blame. Who'd want to wear wet knickers? ~ Ruthie Knox

I thought you didn't sit," she said.
The dimple appeared. "The way I've worked it out, this is the closest thing to a first date we're going to get. On a date, I sit."
"This isn't a date. It's a commute. ~ Ruthie Knox

Together a home any more than he had. She'd been familiar, though, and he missed that. At ~ Ruthie Knox

Tracer was a good guy, but Ruthie didn't understand how one individual could smoke the amount of pot he did and still function. ~ Jennifer McMahon

Give me your phone number?" She smiled, looking down at her lap.
"Sorry. No. It would be a mistake."
"Would it help if I promised not to be? ~ Ruthie Knox

He traced the shape of the bird, wondering what she could have done to merit writing herself a memo on her body.
"It's a very permanent sort of reminder."
She raised herself up slightly, catching his gaze and holding it. "They were really bad mistakes. ~ Ruthie Knox

We won't know if we're compatible unless we have sex." How many people do you know who waited until marriage to have sex and then "weren't compatible" sexually? Sexual compatibility is a myth, because it's based on selfish desires and comparison. You will be sexually compatible with someone you love deeply. That's how it's designed to work. ~ Ruthie Dean

He wouldn't hurt her. Never on purpose. Nev was going to hurt her accidentally, and when he did it would be her own fault. ~ Ruthie Knox

And those noises - " He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and she gasped. "K-keep doing that, sweetheart, and I'm going to make this so worth your while. ~ Ruthie Knox

He was claiming her, marking her with his touch, but she didn't feel possessed so much as she felt protected. Cherished. Wanted. The unaccustomed intimacy of it rendered her fragile, vulnerable as a robin's egg. Somehow with him it was all right. He wouldn't take advantage. City was one of the good guys. ~ Ruthie Knox

She wished he weren't so damned fit. Running away was a lot harder when the guy you were fleeing kept in such an excellent shape. -Cath Talarico ~ Ruthie Knox