Covington Quotes

This is the most I have ever been in the sewers in one place. If someone had said to me a month ago, 'Hey, Jackal, guess where you'll be spending most of your time in New Covington? Ankle-deep in shit!' I would've ripped their lips off.

Considering I'm a writer, you leave me strangely bereft of words.

She knew her place in this family, always had. Knew why she was conceived. And it wasn't for a photo on the mantle.

I only know two things in life for certain: I know I love her and I know when her memory of our time together fades, I’ll still feel exactly the same as I do today. Time is irrelevant, as I once said to her. And I’m happy wasting every second of it on her.

A city full of eight million people. It was all rather lonely sometimes.

Maybe he was going to hell. Except, he could’ve sworn that was where he’d been the past ten years.

Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he was going out with a rifle in his hand.

He slid the photo out and raised it. The sun washed out any distinguishable characteristics. All except her eyes. He didn’t need a picture to remember those. As turquoise as the waters near Cozumel, and just as warm.

Besides, if they continued where they left off, Faith would finish reading the book and Alec would be snoring next to her.

The next thing Faith knew, she was standing in a lingerie store having an uncomfortable stare down with a mannequin wearing a blue thong. “This is a bad idea.

She bypassed the junk food aisle altogether. “Okay, Faith. Hold up.” He grabbed the end of her cart and pulled it down the aisle. Snagging a bag of potato chips, he tossed them in her cart. “Better. Let’s find you some Twinkies.

Knowing where you come from is one thing, but it's suicide to stay there.

Love is a gift. One that doesn't need to be returned, just accepted.

This was his punishment. An everyday reminder of his sins. He finally looked on the outside how he felt on the inside.

No. You can't work your way into heaven. Anytime you try and justify yourself with works, you disqualify yourself with works. What I do here, every day, for the rest of my life, is only my way of saying, 'Lord, regardless of what eternity holds for me, let me give something back to you. I know it doesn't even no scorecard. But let me make something of my life before I go.. and then, Lord, I'm at your mercy.

If there’s one thing I learned in Alanon, it’s that you got to face the music because it just grows louder when you ignore it.

I wasn´t looking for a man at all. That changed when I saw you. I picked you because I couldn´t not pick you".

To say that I enjoyed writing... is like saying I enjoy having fingers and toes. It's difficult to imagine life without them.

It is often said that freedom doesn’t come free. It is also said that true heroes can come from both the most unlikely and obvious of places. I believe that. And so this book is dedicated to my heroes who fight overseas and at home.

All I know is that I am excessively calculating, especially when I appear not to be.

Trauma is any stressor that occurs in a sudden and forceful way and is experienced as overwhelming.

It was deep afternoon when shadows begin to grow, light becomes gold, and you realize that this particular day has reached its destiny. Like old age, it’s not yet over, but there’s no denying the time of day.

He’s the opposite of colorless. Jace Covington is blue. A beautiful, turbulent ocean full of depth… and an incandescent sky that only gives you small glimpses of all its radiant colors… before turning gloomy and dark. “I see you,” I breathe between kisses. “You’re my favorite color.

Mornings are fresh like babies, uncontaminated by events. I find them sad for that reason. They’re too fragile and naïve.

I love you.” Jack focused on her face, watching her pupils dilate in reaction to his words. “I love you and I’m staying here in Elliott. I’m quitting undercover work and maybe the police force altogether. We’ll do whatever you want. Date me. Move in with me. Marry me. Make me beg. I don’t care.” He pressed a kiss against her mouth with a sigh. “Whatever you want.

Feeling after God is dangerous business.

Mystery, I'd read somewhere, is not the absence of meaning, but the presence of more meaning than we can comprehend.

Part of the process in healing from trauma, like recovering from addiction, is developing connection and support with others.

Explain to me, if you will, why alcoholism is a disease but can only be treated by attending little spiritual meetings in basements.

I love you. Always have. Always will.

Endings are the most important part of stories. They grow inevitably from the stories themselves.

We are all but borrowed energy

I didn’t know you liked to dance,” she said. “I don’t. It gives me an excuse to hold you close without getting disapproving looks … And holding you close covers up my boner.

I cannot live in a world where you do not exist. Do you hear me? I cannot.

He may be smarter than he looks, but if he is, he hides it well.

His parents were tiny people and knew how to dance. Scotty danced, too, with a variety of women, I’m sure, though I never acknowledged this to myself until years later. He knew charm.

There are moments when you stand on the brink of a new experience and understand that you have no choice about it. Either you walk into the experience or you turn away from it, but you know that no matter what you choose, you will have altered your life in a permanent way. Either way, there will be consequences.

The choice was whether to be sad and foolish or sad and reasonable.

The shape of your life depends upon whether you choose to be the sculptor or the clay.

Everything about her always seemed to dance. Her lips as she spoke, her eyes as she laughed, even her hands as she made the cup of coffee I just ordered.

Wasting talent is a sin. I’m not big on sin, but I know a sin when I see one staring me in the face. I’m not big on sin, but I know a sin when I see one staring me in the face. It’s just not courteous to not use or wear something that somebody’s given you as a well-meaning gift. It goes against Southern ways, not that God is Southern by any stretch of the imagination, but I do think He expects us to be an example for the rest of the country, as far as manners go.

Old age breeds the miracle of recall. You have no short-term memory atall; you can’t remember what you did minutes ago, but you can recall with exquisite clarity what you did on your fifth birthday and how it all felt.

We’ve danced around the issue of ‘us’ for about two hundred years too long. While we work together, I want us to explore each other. Up close and personal. In bed. That would be more than adequate payment.” “And if I don’t agree?” “I’ll help you. Free of charge. But I’ll probably be an asshole.” He shrugged. “Blue balls make me cranky.

He smiled, then looked up, focusing all of his twisted attention on me again. “That’s it. Come here. All you have to do is say yes, and you’ll be a Reaper for the rest of your life. Don’t you want that, Rory? Don’t you want that more than anything?” I smiled at him again, as though the thought made me happy. All the while, though, I kept clutching Babs’s hilt, focusing on the feel of her in my hand, along with my charm bracelet around my wrist. That was what was real, not the red Reaper fog that Covington wanted to drown me in forever. I wasn’t a Reaper, and I never, ever would be—no matter what. Aunt Rachel was

You guys come from a really small town, and people talk,” Caleb shrugged. “I can’t go into a store in Covington without someone asking me how I feel about being a consolation prize,” he laughed. “People took your breakup harder than Brad and Jen’s! They’ve done everything but make up Team Jason and Team Caleb shirts!

At the heart of the impulse to tell stories is a mystery so profound.

Make it What you want it to Be!

I’m serious, now let me know every time you see her cry. The thought brings me great joy. Hope.

All the men I know add that “hands that prepared it” line. They must know it’s right complimentary, an incentive to keep the women cooking.

Announcements are best kept intact until stomachs are satisfied. News settles easier when blood sugar is stable.

I had grown up in the 1950s, with radio and television and Reader's Digest, and I had assumed that everyone around us was pretty much alike.

You are not your past!

But there are some things better left in the past.

For some of us, it’s safer to believe there’s something wrong with us than to be aware of the reality of our lives.

With you, it's... I don't even know how to say it. It's like you're a work of art. Every time I'm with you, I see something new. Something beautiful.

I'm so sorry about all you're going through, but I'm not sorry that it brought you to me.

found Winston. “I have to go into work for a few minutes.

I always like to say that people can have four addictions: drugs, alcohol, food and sex. Of the four, sex is the only addiction you can hide.

The horses in my little car’s engine had long ago retired and been replaced by out-of-breath hamsters.

My uncle's death confirmed a suspicion of mine that madness and religion were a hair's breadth away.

Understanding trauma and that we each respond to it differently will help us be supportive and nonjudgmental toward each other.

when the poo poo hit the platter,

Neva ought to smile more. It breaks her anxiety into tiny pieces of joy you want to gather up and hand back to her in your palms, as if to say, “See what you can make when you loose the reins.

As the water slips through my fingers, I think about just how much of my father is written into my DNA. I see him in the mirror every day—but it’s what we share on the inside that casts the longest shadow over me. Every time my anger opens up, every time I feel it speeding through my veins, hear it thundering in my ears, it’s one more reminder of Peter Covington. His influence works on me, unseen, like the moon pulling at the tides;

Her mother gave her strict instructions to follow the school phone policy and not use it until after the final bell rings. If she violates the rules and the phone is taken away, she won’t get any sympathy from her parents.

It’s not visual. He’s not. You know him by his work, for one thing, and that part is visual, I suppose, isn’t it? The sky, moon, stars, and trees, all those exotic colors you’re apt to see in birds’ feathers. When you look at a painting, you don’t try to visualize the artist, do you? But you know somebody painted it or it wouldn’t be there.

There was more than getting justice for a wronged woman,” Michael added. “I also met you. One of the most extraordinary experiences in my life.” Nothing had been the same for him since. “Not much remarkable about that,” she demurred. “You sought out Nemesis not for yourself, but for your friend. It was bloody amazing what you did during that job. When Nemesis needed your help again, you answered the call. Just tonight, you’d been afraid but willing to make the climb down the side of Covington Hall. Damned extraordinary.” Thank God he’d been too distracted by climbing to think about the fact that she’d had her arms and legs wrapped around him, her body tight against his. A corner of her mouth turned up. “Oh, when you put it like that, maybe I am rather special.” “Sodding right.” A silence fell. But he wasn’t willing to let it linger

Dinah and I were raised to believe money taints ordinary people, obstructs virtue, and makes a fool out of you. So, the inheritance was like a tiger somebody’d left on the doorstep of my house, and I had to figure out something to do with it. Having never seen a tiger up close, I perceived it as strange, frightful, and yet it pricked my curiosity enough to warrant a peek at its big body. But what to do with it?

The longing for a man, as you know, is a grand escape. It can arch your mental process to extremes so that, like a gymnast or a ballerina, you’re contorted to such outrageous limits – I’m speaking of passion – that nothing else matters. I wanted this. I desired diversion.

I’ve never known a tranquil atheist. Don’t they always look like they just sat on a tack?

I was that kind of tired you feel when you’ve spent a day in a hospital while a loved one undergoes surgery and comes through all right, the loved one, of course, being myself, and Christmas being the surgical procedure.

I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arctic region – very foreign, exotic, clearly a place you’ve never dreamed of going.

THE STEP BEFORE THE STEPS THE JOURNEY THROUGH THE TWELVE STEPS often involves a pre-step—a “step before the Steps,” if you will. In this step before, “we concede to ourselves that we are alcoholic”1 (or suffering from another addiction). If you are not yet ready to concede that addiction is the problem, you might be ready to admit that some areas of your life are chaotic or out of control. For many of us there is a growing awareness that things must change. As this feeling gets stronger, we find we are ready to take this pre-step: to admit that we need help and to accept help when it is offered, even if we didn’t seek it. Then we find ourselves on the recovery journey. The first part of the journey takes us through the Twelve Steps from a woman’s perspective. We will explore how the Steps help us overcome addictions and work to heal and change ourselves, creating the possibility of a new and different life. Part of the surprising truth about recovery is that our ability to use the Twelve Steps and to apply them to other areas of our lives grows as our

Big data is, in a nutshell, large amounts of data that can be gathered up and analyzed to determine whether any patterns emerge and to make better decisions.

Mystery, I’d read somewhere, is not the absence of meaning, but the presence of more meaning than we can comprehend.

I stood in the rain, the tiny balloons of moisture sliced open by my jagged edges, bleeding their contents onto my clothes and skin until I was soaked. But I couldn’t stop watching her car like there was some kind of magnetism that held my attention to her.

ate from her lips like they were the truth I’d been starved of for years. And in some ways, they were. The truth of tenderness. Of real want. Of connection. Of wanting the kind of thing I thought I’d been deprived of: a future.

Who do you think, you are, Julie Covington.

With a cup of hot chocolate,” I added with a smirk. Taylor shook her head sadly. “And marshmallows!” I squeaked.

Not my idea of fun,” I retaliated. “Curled up in a comfy chair with a book is fun.

Preston Covington won’t live long enough to be alone with her ever again.

So many gay plotlines revolve around a traumatic coming out, with an evangelical dad intoning, “I have no son!

being gay is a fantastic idea.

Just from Farrell stalking away I was absorbing so much, including the fact that at any given moment in history, and excluding nurses and brides, there are only at most three people on the planet who can get away with wearing all white, and Farrell was at least two of them.

The most crucial prerequisite for any couple’s longevity is to have both partners unequivocally accept, as a baseline, that the person they love is insane and has no morals.

She’s a lawyer,” Covington spoke up, finally. “She gets paid to make reality conform to the accepted narrative. That’s why everyone hates lawyers.” “Even their own lawyer,” Top added.

To travel is unlocking your soul to the endless journey of wonderment.

Because you’re Delilah Covington, one of the strongest people I know. You saved the people of Aloriah and the entire Fae race, along with the creatures who dwell in these lands and magic itself.

You are my plan. You’ve always been the plan. I just didn’t know it yet.

Painful memories come out of the blue whether someone says something or not,” Andi replied. “It’s always an eternity ago and always yesterday.

As Dennis Covington has written, "Mystery is not the absence of meaning, but the presence of more meaning than we can comprehend." 7-20

herself that he was not just trying to please

I'll never let the voices in my head talk me out of the desires of my heart.

And Christianity without passion, danger, and mystery may not really be Christianity after all.

Let me tell you, the bite of the serpent is nothing compared to the bite of your fellow man.

I had thought the fire was dangerous, but I was wrong. Max was the thing I needed to worry about. “You’re no angel,” I whispered. “I’m glad you finally figured it out.

Sex had a way of reminding two people of the amazing connection that could exist between two people that are in love. It was something that if done with the right amount

Many people would say that sex isn’t the answer to anything but she’d have to disagree with those people. Sex had a way of reminding two people of the amazing connection that could exist between two people that are in love. It was something that if done with the right amount of emotion behind it, it could say so much with a words being spoken

You’re an arrogant, conceited, overbearing egomaniac.” “Yeah,

I chose to spend the day with you. And I'm choosing now to have dinner with you.