Ridge And Sydney Quotes

When I walked into your room and sat down beside you on the bed, I felt it. I felt you give me a piece of your heart. And Sydney, I wanted it. I wanted your heart more than I've ever wanted anything. The second I reached down and held your hand in mine, it happened. My heart made its choice, and it chose you.

It’s the small things people do for others that define the largest parts of them.

Me: Oh! One time in high school, I spent the night at a girl's house who I didn't know very well. We made out. I wasn't into it, and it was really gross, but I was seventeen and curious. Ridge: No. That does NOT count as a flaw, Sydney. Jesus Christ, work with me here.

Hi," he says simply. I laugh. "Hi." He looks around the room nervously before his eyes fall back to mine. "Is that good enough?" he asks. I cock my head, because I don't really understand his question. "Is what good enough?" He grins. "I was hoping that was enough talk for tonight." Oh. I get his question now.

I know where my heart stands, but Sydney doesn't have that reassurance. If time will give her that reassurance, then I'll give her time. Just not too much.

I tilt my head and look at him. He's watching me, but I can't tell what his face is trying to convey. If I had to guess, I'd say he's thinking, Oh, hey, Sydney. Our mouths sure are close together. Let's do them a favor and close this gap. His eyes drop to my mouth, and I'm incredibly impressed with my telepathic abilities.

And if I can't be yours now I'll wait here on this ground till you come, till you take me away. Maybe someday.

And forgive me if this is harsh, but I don’t want you getting it into your head that the love you have for Ridge will be enough to hold you over until the day Maggie dies. Because Maggie isn’t dying, Sydney. Maggie’s living. She’ll be around a lot longer than Ridge’s heart could ever survive you.

Ridge: I'm only going to say this once, Sydney. Are you ready? Me: Oh, God. No. I'm turning off my phone. Ridge: I know where you live. Me: Fine. Ridge: You're incredible. Those lyrics. I can't even describe to you how perfect they are for the song. How in the hell does that come out of you? And why can't you see that you need to LET it come out of you? Don't hold it in. You're doing the world a huge disservice with your modesty. I know I agreed not to ask you for more, but that was because I really didn't expect to get what I got from you. I need more. Give me, give me, give me.

He takes my face in his hands, preparing to say something to me. But instead of speaking or signing, he just drags in a speechless breath as he stares silently at me. He lowers his mouth to mine, kissing me gently on the lips. Then he meets my eyes, conveying more with one look than he’s ever conveyed through any other form of our communication. “Sydney,” he says quietly. “Everything we’ve gone through to get here. Right here. It was all worth it.” There isn’t a thing I could signs or words I could say that could top the meaning in what he just spoke to me.

Non so perché stia cercando di nascondergli la mia reazione, ma non è così che si fa? Si cerca in ogni modo di nascondere quello che si prova alle persone che, più di ogni altre, avrebbero bisogno di conoscere i nostri veri sentimenti. La gente tenta d’imbottigliare le proprie emozioni come se fosse sbagliato avere reazioni naturali nei confronti della vita.