Sr Grey Quotes

It's at that exact second I realize - in a rush, like a wave crashing all around me - I have fallen in love. I am head over heels in love with Chase Gartner. ~ S.R. Grey

I knew the things happening in my life would eventually define my future, and I guess I hoped no matter what occurred those things wouldn't ultimately define me. ~ S.R. Grey

We both still, lips touching, breaths shared. This is what we are, two broken people who when connected are made whole, made right. I feel this everywhere, my body, my heart, my soul. ~ S.R. Grey

He kisses me hard, tells me between frenzied kisses, `You feel so good, beautiful, beautiful, sweet girl. Feel how much I want you.' He circles his hips against mine. `I want you like this all the fucking time. ~ S.R. Grey

You're not broken.' I touch the angel between the wings on his back for emphasis. 'You're putting your life back together. Building isn't breaking, Chase. ~ S.R. Grey

Kay is a sandcastle on the beach, and I'm a fucking hurricane. I'd not only wash her away, I'd fucking destroy her. ~ S.R. Grey

My tats were but temporal attempts to heal my soul, as my heart remained an open wound. ~ S.R. Grey

I decide this day with Chase Gartner
my friend, my maybe-possibility
is the best one yet. ~ S.R. Grey

Much like the Harbour Falls Mystery itself, the man at the center was a puzzle. And I longed to solve him piece by piece. ~ S.R. Grey

Hi,' Kay says all shy-like, as if she's suddenly not sure if she should be here. To me, she looks like she's belonged here all along. ~ S.R. Grey

For Chase, I accept dares, I'm learning to take chances. He makes me feel unafraid. ~ S.R. Grey

This is what Kay needs right now, soft touching and caring. When we're together, I want to love her just like this. ~ S.R. Grey

I like this dirty Chase, this crude and irreverent man. I want to go where he's taking me. I need to be dragged down to where he is so we can build ourselves back up, together, stronger. ~ S.R. Grey

Chase and I are in this for the long haul. I've stood before him and he's stood before me. And this is what it's all come down to: Chase Gartner is my future, my forever. And I, I am his. ~ S.R. Grey

Tell me, Chase. Tell me what I think I already know. Tell me what you're feeling. I feel it too, I do.' My slaughtered heart stitches back together, more solid than ever. `I love you,' I whisper. `I love you so fucking much. ~ S.R. Grey

I know, I know. They should make a hallmark card for that experience since it's so cliché: "Whoops, sorry your high school boyfriend can't keep it in his pants… here's a cute puppy wearing a bowtie. ~ R.S. Grey

For God's sake, get down off the cross - someone else needs the wood." He grinned widely. "I always wanted to be able to use that." "Smartass," I retorted. "Well, Christ on the cross didn't groan as much as you are. ~ Andrew Grey

I haven't had time to have a real freak-out."
He shakes his head, determined. "I'm not going to give you time. Don't think. Oreos or M&Ms?"
"Oreos!"
"Summer or fall?!"
"Fall!"
"Tator tots or French fries?!"
"Both!"
"Do you want to marry me, yes or no?"
"YES!"
Then I jump across the car and kiss him so hard he falls back and crashes against the window. The kids in the rap car holler at us to get a room. ~ R.S. Grey

We take our miracles where we find them. We reach across the gap and sometimes, against all odds, against all logic, we touch. ~ Meredith Grey

Ballet for a rainy day Silent film of melting miracle play Dancing out there through my window To the backdrop of a slow descending grey ~ Andy Partridge

I went to dance class as a girl because I didn't like sports, but I never did a dance recital in my life. Never, ever, ever. I felt comfortable dancing, and I was happiest dancing, but I was never the best person in the class. ~ Jennifer Grey

My seams gape wide so I'm tossed aside
To rot on a lonely shore,
While the leaves and mould like a shroud unfold,
For the last of my trails are o'er,
But I float in dreams on Northland streams
That never again I'll see,
As I lie on the marge of the old portage
With grief for company.

When the sunset gilds the timbered hills
That guard Timagami,
And the moon beams play on far James Bay
By the brink of the frozen sea,
In phantom guise my spirit flies
As the dream blades dip and swing
Where the waters flow from the Long Ago
In the spell of the beck'ning spring.

Do the cow-moose call on the Montreal
When the first frost bites the air,
And the mists unfold from the red and gold
That the autumn ridges wear?
When the white falls roar as they did of yore
On the Lady Evelyn,
Do the square-tail leap from the black pool deep
Where the pictured rocks begin?

Oh! the fur fleet sings on Temiscaming
As the ashen paddles bend,
And the crews carouse at Rupert's House
At the sullen winter's end;
But my days are done where the lean wolves run,
And I ripple no more the path,
Where the grey geese race 'cross the red moon's face
From the white winds Arctic wrath.

Tho' the death-fraught way from the Saguenay
To the storied Nipigon,
Once knew me well, now a crumbling shell
I watch as the y ~ George Marsh

I've always found that fashion is, first of all, mainly for yourself. So my two icons are, on one side, Little Edie from 'Grey Gardens' and, of course, like all my generation, I'm influenced by Kate Moss. ~ Lou Doillon

I am in love with you, miranda Grey. I've fallen so far into you that I can't eve see the stars anymore, but it doesn't matter- you're all the light I need."
" Cheesy. ~ Dianne Sylvan

Would you like something to eat?" I ask.
He nods slowly. "Yes. You." he murmurs. ~ E.L. James

the Sindar they were named, the Grey-elves, the Elves of the Twilight, and King Greymantle was he, Elu Thingol in the tongue of that land. And Melian was his Queen, wiser than any child of Middle-earth; ~ J.R.R. Tolkien

So my life has come to this:
all I ever make is laundry.

Awake or asleep, I'm always
shuffling round some shopping mall,

raking through knitwear carousels
that whirl into infinity,

searching, with the fever or teething gums,
for the ultimate cardigan.

Is it any wonder the wardrobe's bursting,
the linen basket overflowing

like an archive of disproved hypotheses?
The grey bras, the shrinking T-shirts,

that embarrassed puddle of lycra,
my favourite dress -- now ruined dress --

my lost remembered, perfect dress:
all laundry, in the end. More laundry. ~ Joanne Limburg

An artist should create beautiful things, but should put nothing of his own life into them. ~ Oscar Wilde

The first thing that went through Mahgen's mind was how cold she'd become with the loss of Kathel, how insane it was that things could go from tender and warm, to cold and indifferent, in the matter of seconds. That was what it felt like when you loved completely yet allowed things to get in the way of forever.
-Madison Thorne Grey, Sustenance ~ Madison Thorne Grey

First I shall name the eagle, of which there are three species: the great grey eagle is the largest, of great strength and high flight; he chiefly preys on fawns and other young quadrupeds. ~ William Bartram

Who shows a child, just as they are? Who sets it
in its constellation, and gives the measure
of distance into its hand? Who makes a child's death
out of grey bread, that hardens, - or leaves it
inside its round mouth like the core
of a shining apple? Killers are
easy to grasp. But this: death,
the whole of death, before life,
to hold it so softly, and not live in anger,
cannot be expressed. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

It isn't the smallness of this place that bothers me. It's the grey that's worked its way into the walls. It's the stains on the carpet from some other life that came and left before ours. Bert always said he'd give me a good deal on paint but some places take burning down and rebuilding to make them shiny."
-Ed, page 10 ~ Cath Crowley

Ana, honey, you've always had a tendency to overanalyse everything. Go with your gut. ~ E.L. James

You'll never get anywhere by staying in your comfort zone!! ~ R.S. Grey

I'll walk, but not in old heroic traces,
And not in paths of high morality,
And not among the half-distinguished faces,
The clouded forms of long-past history.
I'll walk where my own nature would be leading:
It vexes me to choose another guide:
Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding;
Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side. ~ Emily Bronte

It was difficult to say which were the more dismal, these deserted streets that wandered away to right and left, or the great main thoroughfare with its narcotic and shadowy life. For the latter appeared vast, interminable, grey, and those who travelled by it were scarcely real, the bodies of the living, but rather the uncertain and misty shapes that come sand go across the desert in an Eastern tale, when men look up from the sand and see a caravan pass them, all in silence, without a cry or a greeting. So they passed and repassed each other on those pavements, appearing and vanishing, each intent on his own secret, and wrapped in obscurity. ~ Arthur Machen

Alastair was precisely the sort of man a woman fell in love with were she not careful. While Luke...Lucas Grey was exactly the sort of man a woman wanted desperately to have fall in love with her. ~ Kate Cross

I purposefully try to make films in that grey area, where things are morally ambiguous. It's like life: good people do horrible things, and bad people do good things, and there's beauty in horror and horror in beauty. ~ Harmony Korine

I arise full of eagerness and energy, knowing well what achievement lies ahead of me. ~ Zane Grey

I would wear pink because I knew my future was anything but rosy. I would accessorize myself to the hilt, and I would wear flirty shoes because my world needed more beauty to counter all the ugliness in it. I would wear pink because I hated gray, I didn't deserve white, and I was sick of black. ~ Karen Marie Moning

What are you doing here?"
"Looking for Cinderpelt," answered Fireheart.
"Why? What do you want now?" Cinderpekt's mew sounded from inside her fern nest, and her grey head popped out.
"Is that any way to great your deputy?" Yellowfang scolded, her eyes glinting with amusement.
"It is when he disturbs my sleep," retorted Cinderpelt. ~ Erin Hunter

Bran's father sat solemnly on his horse, long brown hair stirring in the wind. His closely trimmed beard was shot with white, making him look older than his thirty-five years. He had a grim cast to his grey eyes this day, and he seemed not at all the man who would sit before the fire in the evening and talk softly of the age of heroes and the children of the forest. He had taken off Father's face, Bran thought, and donned the face of Lord Stark of Winterfell. There ~ George R R Martin

I was fortunate to play for Pete Rose and have teammates like Ken Griffey Sr., Tony Perez and Dave Concepcion. I grew up in the game with a mature attitude. I've always known it was better to be seen and not heard. ~ Eric Davis

I'll always be this once-famous actress nobody recognises because of a nose job. ~ Jennifer Grey

Are you gay, Mr. Grey?"
He inhales sharply, and I cringe, mortified. Crap. Why didn't I employ some kind of filter before I read this straight out? How can I tell him I'm just reading the questions? Damn Kate and her curiosity!
"No Anastasia, I'm not." He raises his eyebrows, a cool gleam in his eyes. He does not look pleased. ~ E.L. James

We shouldn't build a technology to colour, or grey out, what people say. The media in general is balanced, although there are a lot of issues to be addressed that the media rightly pick up on. ~ Tim Berners-Lee

When it comes to romance, I'm really simple. I am really a 'dinner and a movie' type of person, and I love food, so surprise me and order something different or adventurous when it comes to food, and I'm like a kid at Halloween. ~ Sasha Grey

But still it was a lovely thing
Through the grey months to wait for Spring ~ Charlotte Mew

Little did they know I wasn't above backing over nasty reporters. Spoiler: the rest of this story takes place from a jail cell. ~ R.S. Grey

Now the Great Fear's rolled round the world and washes over Newspaper Grey air ~ Allen Ginsberg

The beautiful, affectionate man from earlier had vanished. This Zack I could imagine on the battlefield. ~ Sofia Grey

As an American Jew who loves Israel, I cannot support John McCain. He cannot provide what Israel needs most - a respected, credible, morally strong America. ~ Edgar Bronfman, Sr.

When I was young, my voice was so strong, and I would annoy people because I had such a loud little voice. And then it changed, and I thought I wouldn't be able to sing again, because I thought you had to sing like Christina Aguilera to be a singer. ~ Skylar Grey

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey ~ Steven Morrissey

Justineau doesn't have any answer. She watches with an eerie sense of dislocation as Caldwell crosses to another part of the lab, comes back with a glass fish tank in which she's set up one of her tissue cultures. It's an older one, with several years of growth. The tank is about eighteen inches by twelve by ten inches high, and its interior is completely filled with a dense mass of fine, dark grey strands. Like plague-flavoured candy floss, Justineau thinks. It's impossible even to tell what the original substrate was; it's just lost in the toxic froth that has sprouted from it. "This ~ M.R. Carey