Ravi Singh Quotes

you couldn’t help yourself, i’m ravishing. get it? ravi-shing. ravi singh.

Hey Sarge, remember me? ~Ravi Singh

Oh, and don't tell them the only reason you started this project was because you fancied me. You know, think of a more noble reason. Don't feel bad, You couldn't help yourself, I'm ravishing, get it? Ravi - shing. Ravi Singh.

Or maybe Ravi Singh’s itchy head was the equivalent of Pip’s useless facts: armour and shield when the knight inside was squirming.

He caught her staring: at the fall of his dark hair, at the dimpled line in his chin where her little finger fit, at his dark eyes and the flame dancing inside them from her mom's new Autumn Spice candle. His eyes were always bright somehow, dazzling, like from within. Ravi Singh was the opposite of dead- eyed. The antidote. Pip needed him to remind herself of that sometimes. So she watched him, took him all in, left none of him behind.

Real men wear floral while trespassing- Ravi Singh

Don't feel bad. You couldn't help youserlf. I'm ravishing." he grinned. "Get it? Ravi-shing. Ravi Singh.

You're the maximum amount of Pipness that any Pip could be. I'm going to introduce you to my family this weekend as Pippus Maximus.

Hey Sarge, remember me? -Ravi Singh

Now Pip had to save him back; that was her choice. And she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that it was the right one to make. Maybe the other choices she'd made hadn't been, maybe every decision up to this point had been wrong or bad, untraveled paths and other lives. This choice was the worst of them all, hurt the most, but it was right, it was good.

Do not store dreams in ur eyes, they may roll down with ur tears.. Store them in ur heart that each heart beat will inspire u 2 fullfill them ......

there are no absolute rights or wrongs; rather, there is less understanding and more understanding.

I love you. I can’t... I can’t. You’re my Pip and I’m your Ravi. We’re a team. I don’t want this.

Real men wear floral when trespassing (by: Ravi Singh)

Ravi liked anyone who fed him.

SO MANY FEELINGS AND SO MANY STORIES GO UNSAID.

Great. Cool, really love that new motto, covers all bases. Yep. Cool. This is all fine.

You should have just asked me. I know exactly who you are. And I Love her. I Love you. Oh, by the way, I said it first

I love you. I can't..I can't. You're my Pip and I'm your Ravi. We're a team.

And maybe I’m selfish and maybe I’m a liar and maybe I’m reckless and obsessive and I’m OK with doing bad things when it’s me doing them and maybe I’m a hypocrite, and maybe none of that is good, but it feels good. It feels like me, and I hope you’re OK with all that because . . . I love you too.

I'm ravishing. Get it? Ravi-shing. Ravi Singh

So five years ago, you and your husband were running the hotel?’ Ravi said. The woman nodded and her eyes swayed over to him. ‘Very handsome,’ she said quietly, and then to Pip, ‘lucky girl.’ ‘No, we’re not . . .’ Pip said, looking to Ravi. She wished she hadn’t. Out of the old lady’s wandering eyeline, he shimmied his shoulders excitedly and pointed to his face, mouthing ‘very handsome’ at Pip. ‘Would you like to sit down?’ the woman said, gesturing to a green-velvet sofa beneath a window. ‘I know I would.’ She shuffled over to a leather armchair facing the sofa. Pip walked over, intentionally treading on Ravi’s foot as she passed. She sat down, knees pointed towards the woman, and Ravi slotted in beside her, still with that stupid grin on his face.