Tess Oliver Quotes

Don't ever do that again, my intoxicating, wicked genius. ~ Tess Oliver

A paper man. How romantic. And when I tire of him, I can just crumple him into a huge ball. ~ Tess Oliver

It was disgusting and terrific all at the same time. ~ Tess Oliver

You're not the kind of girl a guy wants to be friends with, you're the kind of girl he wants to give his heart to. ~ Tess Oliver

He's rich. Rich boys are always handsome. ~ Tess Oliver

Well, if she doesn't like pelicans she must be very disagreeable. ~ Tess Oliver

I don't know how it happened. Through the din of the crowd, I heard this tiny scream. As small and distant as it was, it was like thunder in my head.' He looked up at me. Some of the blood had drained from his face making the dark circles under his eyes more pronounced. 'I knew it was you. I don't know how or why, but I knew it was you. ~ Tess Oliver

Nathaniel Strider could never love. He's obviously discovered early on that girls' hearts were vulnerable and all a lad needed was a penetrating gaze and a disarming smile and the world was at his feet. ~ Tess Oliver

What silence? I hear every word you write, every word you speak with your incredible face as if you'd spoken the words out a loud. You were meant to be with me, Scotlyn. Not him. ~ Tess Oliver

And I never wanted her to be scared of me, or scared of anything again. She'd already lived through the worst life had to offer. She'd earned that right, the right to never be terrified again. Let's ~ Tess Oliver

What's wrong?" "Nothing. I just wish there was a way to bottle your laugh. I'd wear it on a chain around my neck. That way, I could listen to it anytime. ~ Tess Oliver

We're going to be matchmakers and find the perfect girl for Barrett."
"I already told them that every girl is perfect, and that's the problem--cant pick just one."
"You're full of shit," Taylor waved him off. "All right, first of all--do you prefer brunette, blonde, ginger, or bald?"
"Yes," Barrett said confidently.
"Which one?" Taylor asked.
"All of them."
"Even bald?" I asked.
He shrugged. "Could be sexy. ~ Tess Oliver

His smile reappeared. It was not large or extraordinary, but it was one I would not soon forget. ~ Tess Oliver

Seeing that guy touch you was too much. I couldn't stop myself. Before I knew it, I was flying across that bar thinking, he touched you and I was going to have to pound him for it. No one fucking touches you except me." His mouth came down over mine again. He held me so tightly, I was sure he'd squeeze the breath from me. "Since I had you pressed up against the wall in that closet, I knew that you had to be mine," he whispered against my mouth. ~ Tess Oliver

Do I still 'ave an eye?" I laughed. "Still there." He straightened with a sigh. "Too bad. I hear girls take a liking to a man with an eye patch." "Yes, when the eye was lost in some wildly romantic fashion like a sword fight or pistol duel. Not from smacking it on the eyepiece of a microscope. And you hardly need any more help with the ladies. ~ Tess Oliver

Hell won't be so bad, you know. After all, I'll be there to keep you company. ~ Tess Oliver

He looked down at my fingers wrapped around his coat then lifted his eyes to mine. 'My tiny huntress, do you know what you've done to me? ~ Tess Oliver

You were meant for me, Poppy. I can feel it in my fingertips when I touch you. ~ Tess Oliver

Sometimes I look for words to describe how I feel about her, and there aren't any. They don't exist. There's nothing strong enough. ~ Tess Oliver

And when you blush it puts even the perfect rose to shame. ~ Tess Oliver

I remember watching you from the back seat with those same big hands gripping the steering wheel, and all I could think was someday I want those massive arms to hold me. I knew nothing bad could happen to me wrapped in those unbelievable arms. ~ Tess Oliver

Your thigh? Your shoulder? Is there any part of you that hasn't been hurt yet?"
He seemed to be contemplating my question for a moment and then he nodded. He tapped his chest. "Yeah, my heart." He looked over at me. "But its feeling mighty vulnerable these days, so who knows. ~ Tess Oliver

Since Dreygon likes to run this place like a medieval king, I would suggest a duel with pistols at dawn. But after the way you handled that gun yesterday, I wouldn't have a chance."
"I guess not."
"How are you with swords?" Jericho said.
I laughed. "Not sure. But for that girl, I think I'd fight with flaming chainsaws if that's what it took. ~ Tess Oliver

Cade grabbed my hand and pressed it against his chest. You are right here forever, and no magic tricks or sorcery can pry you from my heart. ~ Tess Oliver

When I'm near you, the air around you vibrates with life, Beck Ryker. ~ Tess Oliver

It's like being tethered to an angel. Hell keeps calling me but I can't let go. ~ Tess Oliver

Thank you," he said in that deep tone that was always laced with sadness.
"For what?" I asked.
This time he reached up and pushed a strand of hair from my face. "For seeing me. Most people I meet look right through me. But when you look at me, I feel real, I feel like flesh, bone and blood. ~ Tess Oliver

And speaking of passion," his breath floated over my lips, "I've found one that has nothing to do with paints and canvas." His lips grazed mine. "Eden. ~ Tess Oliver

Jane, you have invaded my soul. You own my heart and there is nothing that will ever change that. You possess me wholly. ~ Tess Oliver

I thought I could handle it, and I was doing pretty well until I sat across from you and looked up at you from my canvas. It all fell to pieces then, and I knew I'd been fooling myself. To have you sit a few feel away and only touch you with my eyes was too much to bear. ~ Tess Oliver

He would be gone soon, and with all that had happened in Blackpool Cove, I could not afford to send a piece of my heart with him. ~ Tess Oliver

Blasted grave marker. There sure are a bloody lot of them. They've got some nerve burying all these dead people here. ~ Tess Oliver

His arms held me like a vice, and I wondered if he would crush the life from me, and it occurred to me that I didn't care as long as I died in his arms ... ~ Tess Oliver

It's one thing to love someone so completely that their loss causes you unfathomable grief, agony that rips at your very being. It's another thing to love someone so completely that you can no longer go on with your own life. ~ Tess Oliver

This hobble of being alive is rather serious, don't you think so? ~ Thomas Hardy

Be honest: Are you surprised that I didn't realize sooner? Are you surprised that it took me so long to even /think/ the word
death? Dying? Dead?
Do you think I was being stupid? Naive?
Try not to judge. Remember that we're the same, you and me.
I thought I would live forever too. ~ Lauren Oliver

I might get drunk one day and fall in love or fall over a hooker outside, and I would have consummated a relationship that I couldn't necessarily believe in. ~ Oliver Reed

I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me. ~ Charlene Oliver

...there's a sickness
worse than the risk of death and that's
forgetting what we should never forget. ~ Mary Oliver

Vain, very vain is my search to find; that happiness which only centers in the mind. ~ Oliver Goldsmith

Getting life insurance is like making a bet you can't win. If you live, you don't get the money. If you die, you don't get to enjoy the money. ~ Oliver Gaspirtz

I learned to swallow words back, hold secrets on my tongue until they dissolved like soap bubbles. ~ Lauren Oliver

I guess I always thought," Ivy said softly, "that if I was strong enough, if I was formidable enough, if I was successful enough - I could be enough. For you. I thought that if I became this person who could take on the world, then I could take care of you." She shook her head - at her past self, maybe, or to snap herself out of it. "When I came to Montana that summer, Tess, I thought I was ready. I really did. I was going to give you everything. But Gramps called me out, and he was right, Tessie. I wasn't doing it for you. You were thriving. You were happy. And I . . ." The words got caught in her throat, but she forced them out. "I was your sister. I was never going to be strong enough or successful enough. There was never going to be a right time to tell you. You were happy. And you deserved to be happy. ~ Jennifer Lynn Barnes

But times are alter'd; trade's unfeeling train
Usurp the land, and dispossess the swain;
Along the lawn, where scatter'd hamlets rose,
Unwieldy wealth and cumbrous pomp repose. ~ Oliver Goldsmith

We walked down the back stairwell into the garden where the old breakfast table used to be. 'This was my father's spot. I call it his ghost spot. My spot used to be over there, if you remember.' I pointed to where my old table used to stand by the pool.

'Did I have a spot?' he asked with a half grin.

'You'll always have a spot.'

I wanted to tell him that the pool, the garden, the house, the tennis court, the orle of paradise, the whole place, would always be his ghost spot. Instead, I pointed upstairs to the French windows of his room. Your eyes are forever there, I wanted to say, trapped in the sheer curtains, staring out from my bedroom upstairs where no one sleeps these days. When there's a breeze and they swell and I look up from down here or stand outside on the balcony, I'll catch myself thinking that you're in there, staring out from your world to my world, saying, as you did on that one night when I found you on the rock, I've been happy here. You're thousands of miles away but no sooner do I look at this window than I'll think of a bathing suit, a shirt thrown on on the fly, arms resting on the banister, and you're suddenly there, lighting up your first cigarette of the day - twenty years ago today. For as long as the house stands, this will be your ghost spot - and mine too, I wanted to say. ~ Andre Aciman

The same people who refuse to wear masks and claim it's all just a hoax, also claim that China hid how deadly the virus is.

Those two thoughts clearly contradict each other, but somehow they're too brainwashed to notice. ~ Oliver Markus Malloy

Offences are easily pardoned where there is love at the bottom. ~ Oliver Goldsmith

The remediableness criterion is an effort to deal symmetrically with real world institutions, both public and private, warts and all. The criterion is this: an extant mode of organization for which no superior feasible form of organization can be described and implemented with expected net gains is presumed to be efficient. ~ Oliver E. Williamson

Vegetarians are hotter then meat eaters. ~ Oliver Sykes

I just never really thought there could be something worse than death. ~ Oliver Sykes

Tess took a deep breath. 'You are not marrying me for love, Lord Mayne. Nor-as far as I can see-due to any overwhelming feeling of a less...less proper nature.' She could feel color rising into her cheeks.
'Now that's not true,' Mayne said. There was a hint of wicked laughter in his eyes, and his fingers tightened on hers. 'I feel quite improperly toward you.'
Goodness, but he was attractive when he wasn't hedging, when he was being honest. 'Are you not disturbed by the fact that we do not feel warmer emotions for each other?' she asked him.
'I would be disturbed if we /did/ ... I do not wish for a tempestuous marriage, although I am quite certain that there will be sufficient warmth between us.'
'And in your estimation, tempests must accompany love,' she said, raising an eyebrow. ~ Eloisa James

Television came looking for me; it was never a plan to become a presenter. ~ Neil Oliver

I used to lie here like this all summer long,' I tell her. 'I'd come up here and just stare at the sky.'
She rolls over on her back so she's staring up as well. 'Bet this view hasn't changed much, has it?'
What she says is so simple i almost laugh. She's right, of course. 'No. This looks exactly the same.'
I suppose that's the secret, If you're ever wishing for things to go back to the way they were. You just have to look up. ~ Lauren Oliver

In my own work, I usually revise through forty or fifty drafts of a poem before I begin to feel content with it. ~ Mary Oliver

I'll find you," he says, watching me with the eyes I remember. "I won't let you go again ~ Lauren Oliver

There is probably no country so barbarous that would not disclose all it knew, if it received equivalent information; and I am apt to think that a person who was ready to give more knowledge than he received would be welcome wherever he came. ~ Oliver Goldsmith

After all, the stupidest child can set a house on fire quite easily. ~ Agatha Christie

From the 15th century to 1688, England and Wales, like Scotland, had been peripheral kingdoms in the European power game, more often at war with each other that with Continental powers, and - except under Oliver Cromwell - scarcely very successful on those occasions when they did engage the Dutch, or the French, or the Spanish. ~ Linda Colley

Did you ever think one day you'd live through a global pandemic, with a doomsday virus, and the Joker is president? Sounds like a bad made-for-TV scifi movie. ~ Oliver Markus Malloy

She started shaping the face, using a wire loop to gently carve the slope of the strong forehead and brow, then the nose and the lean angle of the cheekbones. In little time, her fingers were moving on automatic pilot, her mind disengaged and gone into its own flow, her subconscious directly commanding her hands into action.
She didn't know how long she'd been working, but when the hard rap sounded on her apartment door some time later, Tess nearly jumped out of her skin. Sleeping next to her feet on the rug, Harvard woke up with a grunt.
"You expecting someone?" she asked quietly as she got up from her stool.
God, she must have been really zoned out while she was sculpting, because she'd seriously messed up around the mouth area of the piece. The lips were curled back in some kind of snarl, and the teeth . . .
The knock sounded again, followed by a deep voice that went through her like a bolt of electricity.
"Tess? Are you there?"
Dante.
Tess's eyes flew wide, then squeezed into a wince as she did a quick mental inventory of her appearance. Hair flung up into a careless knot on top of her head, braless in her white thermal Henley and faded red sweats that had more than one dried clay smudge on them. Not exactly fit for company.
"Dante?" she asked, stalling for time and just wanting to be sure her ears weren't playing tricks on her. "Is that you?"
"Yeah. Can I come in?"
"Um, sure. Just a sec," she called out, trying to sound c ~ Lara Adrian

This unsub is a classic picquerist. Someone who uses a knife to achieve secondary or indirect sexual release. Picquerism is the act of stabbing or cutting, any repeated penetration of the skin with a sharp object. The knife is a phallic symbol--a substitution for the male sexual organ. Instead of performing normal sexual intercourse, our unsub achieves his release by subjecting his victim to pain and terror. It's the power that thrills him. Ultimate power, over life and death. ~ Tess Gerritsen

Greatness is not in where we stand but in what direction we are moving. We must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it - but sail we must and not drift, nor lie at anchor. ~ Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.

In truth, nothing was the same. She forgot about the stars ... and taking notice of the sea. She was no longer filled with all the curiosities of the world and didn't take much notice of anything ... other than how heavy ... and awkward the bottle had become. ~ Oliver Jeffers

I don't ask for the sights in front of me to change, only the depth of my seeing. ~ Mary Oliver

How could there be a day in your whole life that doesn't have its splash of happiness? ~ Mary Oliver

To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flames from wasting by repose. ~ Oliver Goldsmith

I had a dog named Oliver with severe separation anxiety. He couldn't be alone ... so I had to bring him wherever I went. ~ Matthew Pearl

Music is part of being human. ~ Oliver Sacks

Truly evil persons do not recognize their own malevolence. They perceive themselves as generous, good-hearted, friendly sorts, who sometimes have to resort to unpleasant tactics for the general betterment of society. Even the historical monsters seem to have had no second thoughts about the damage they were causing. It was that way with Hitler and Oliver Moresby, just as it was with the Greer Avenue Strangler. ~ Jack McDevitt

But first and foremost, I learned from Whitman that the poem is a temple - or a green field - a place to enter, and in which to feel. Only in a secondary way is it an intellectual thing - an artifact, a moment of seemly and robust wordiness - wonderful as that part of it is. I learned that the poem was made not just to exist, but to speak - to be company. ~ Mary Oliver

Messi is undoubtedly a gifted footballer, like Maradona and Pele, and he's playing for the best club side in the world at the moment. He's successful and he's winning trophies, so it's only logical that he'll be voted the best player in the world. ~ Oliver Kahn

Most people don't think for themselves. They just regurgitate someone else's opinion and pass it off as their own. ~ Oliver Markus Malloy

It is one of the perils of our so-called civilized age that we do not yet acknowledge enough, or cherish enough, this connection between soul and landscape - between our own best possibilities, and the view from our own windows. We need the world as much as it needs us, and we need it in privacy, intimacy, and surety. We need the field from which the lark rises - bird that is more than itself, that is the voice of the universe: vigorous, godly job. Without the physical world such hope it: hacked off. Is: dried up. Without wilderness no fish could leap and flash, no deer could bound soft as eternal waters over the field; no bird could open its wings and become buoyant, adventurous, valorous beyond even the plan of nature. Nor could we. ~ Mary Oliver

Get in the car, Tess. And do not argue with me. ~ J. Lynn