Riverdale Quotes

Anyone who thinks money can't buy happiness has never owned a cat [or any pet].

Sardonic humor is just my way of relating to the world

He plays Nightjar (on my account, so that he can play God with my trident and exclaim, "Hey, you have to come look at this! I'm a unicorn! Look, Naomi, I have a horn!") while I read Riverdale fan fiction on Tumblr, and it's mellow and ordinary and achingly perfect.

You wanted fire? Sorry, Cheryl Bombshell, my specialty is ice.

Love. I don’t use the L word lightly. I don’t go around telling people I love pizza or chocolate or Riverdale. I like those things. Love, I save for the important stuff. But I am hopelessly, tragically in love with Penn Scully.

Fear. It's the most basic, the most human emotion. As kids, we're afraid of everything. The dark. The boogeyman under the bed. And we pray for morning. For the monsters to go away. Though they never do. Not really

You're so much stronger than all of the white noise.

Karma’s a bitch.

I'm weird. I'm a weirdo. I don't fit in and I don't want to fit in.

I am weird, I am a weirdo. I dont fit in. And I dont want to fit in." - Jughead Jones Riverdale Archie Comics

R is for Riverdale. Relatable. Right Stuff. Ravishing.

I'm done playing Brokeback Riverdale with you.

As I leave my building, Robert wolf-whistles at me, long and drawn out. Probably inappropriate of my doorman, but I appreciate the compliment. "I don't know where you're going," Robert says, "but you're going to knock them dead." "Thanks," I say, and decide it's better to keep to myself that I am headed to the constant-care floor of the Riverdale Retirement Home. The one place where that's a real possibility.

In case you haven’t noticed, I’m weird. I’m a weirdo. I don’t fit in. And I don’t want to fit in

Sam, I'm not good with words. I've rehearsed this a thousand times in my head in the last twenty-four hours, and nothing I could say comes close to what I'm feeling. What I've felt for what seems like forever.

Jake couldn't pinpoint how long he had actually waited to have her in his arms like this, but he knew it was a damn long time. Heaven, best word he could muster up to describe the feeling of her delicate skin between his teeth.

We can be good together. I know we can, but you need to be willing to go all in, because I won't have you if I can't have all of you.

She was beautiful, that he knew, but tonight she looked exceptionally beautiful. And tonight she was his, his to enjoy, his to love, his to hold, even if only he knew it.

If I have to tell him what's going on with Prichard, I will. I'm not proud of it, but pride is a very slippery slope where love is involved. Marx. Love. I don't use the L word lightly. I don't go around telling people I love pizza or chocolate or Riverdale. I like those things. Love, I save for the most important stuff. But I am hopelessly, tragically in love with Penn Scully.

It was the little things Jake said and did throughout the course of their friendship that made him the center of her world. She loved him for everything he was to her and everything he ever tried to be, and always would.

door. On the seat was the battered, black suitcase her dad used as hand luggage. Next to it was a carrier bag with the barrel of the biggest Nerf gun Poppy had ever seen poking out of the top. Charlie would be beyond excited. She walked over, picked both bags up and put them by the door. Poppy looked around her again. Her dad’s big suitcase was by the sink. She tried lifting it but it was so heavy she could barely haul it an inch off the ground. He’d have to come and get it later. There was no sign of any other bags but as Poppy turned to go she noticed the interior

himself out. He was out cold for quite a while, apparently. Jimmy had to slap his cheeks a few times before he came round. Other than a blinding headache he was as right as rain. Unfortunately.’ Ted added with feeling. Poppy looked at the streaks of dried blood that were caked to Cloud’s flanks and wondered what had gone on in the back of that lorry. She laid her cheek gently against Cloud’s as Ted continued. ‘Blackstone decided last night to send the pony to the sales. He wasn’t prepared to throw good money after bad, Jimmy said. Cloud here was one of the last lots of the afternoon. Bella recognised him as soon as he came into the ring. And the rest you know. Right, shall we unload him now?’ Poppy pulled the quick release knot and led Cloud slowly down the ramp and around the back of the house to the stables. As she passed the kitchen window she saw Charlie watching her, a huge grin on his face. Her heart was threatening to burst as she undid the bolts of Chester’s stable. The donkey looked up and hee-hawed loudly when he saw his old friend. Cloud limped straight over and they nuzzled each other affectionately.

release knot and led Cloud slowly down the ramp and around the back of the house to the stables. As she passed the kitchen window she saw Charlie watching her, a huge grin on his face. Her heart was threatening to burst as she undid the bolts of Chester’s stable. The donkey looked up and hee-hawed loudly when he saw his old friend. Cloud limped straight over and they nuzzled each other affectionately. ‘It’s a bit of a squeeze. Do you think they’ll be OK in there together?’ asked Caroline, who was watching over the stable door. Poppy looked at them and smiled. ‘I think so. He looks pretty settled already, I’d say.’ ‘We’ll get the vet out to have a look at his leg. You do realise it’s going to be a long journey, getting him back to full strength, Poppy? His leg might be so badly damaged you’ll never be able to ride him. And if it does heal it’s been years since Cloud has had anyone on his back. We’ll be starting from scratch,’ said Caroline. Poppy was glad her stepmother was planning to help. It felt right. ‘I know, Mum. All I care about is that he’s safe and he’s here. Anything else will be a bonus.’ Caroline smiled. Cloud Nine lay down, exhausted, in the thick straw, with Chester standing over

tell me I'm doing the right thing.

Dad.

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Poppy McKeever hoped with a passion that she was dreaming. Her family was sitting around the kitchen table looking at her, their faces full of smiling expectation, yet she felt nothing.

JUGHEAD: Weekdays, from 8:25am to 3:01pm, we adhere to a strict regiment...

Veronica: We feint, we prey, we approach, we retreat. We're like a cobra and mongoose dancing.

Chapter Two

stable every night and you also need to make sure the trough in the field is kept topped up

awaits

In this town of nightmares, you and Jughead found each other. That's real.

My beautiful Niamh is lying in a hospital bed unable to walk because of Bella Thompson," he spat. "She's ruined my daughter's life. And I'm going to make her pay." Gordon

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That would be amazing," said Scarlett, suddenly looking more cheerful.

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Ahead an orange sun smouldered behind the purple and grey horizon. Behind her the moon was fading in the early morning sky like a footprint in wet sand. The air smelt fresh, cold and clean and Poppy breathed deeply. Gradually she felt the tension of the last forty-eight hours ease from her shoulders.

Is there anything else we should do?" said Poppy. Scarlett clapped her hands. "I know! We could set some booby traps." Sam looked at her as if she was mad, but Poppy's mind was whirring. "You're right. You know that roll of electric fence wire in the hay barn?" The other two nodded. "Why don't we lay it along the front gate so when he goes to open it he gets an electric shock?" Scarlett grinned evilly. "Oh yes, I'm loving that idea. And we could arrange those bits of barbed wire he so kindly left on the driveway so he gets a puncture." "Neat," Poppy said. "What about tying together baler twine to make a trip wire? We could fix it just inside the gate." Scarlett nodded vigorously. "And I could do the old Tom and Jerry classic and leave a couple of rakes on the ground. With any luck he'll stand on one and whack himself on the head." Sam's eyebrows were raised as he looked from one girl to the other. "Remind me never to get on the wrong side of you two. You're reprobates." "He won't be getting anything more than he deserves," said Poppy grimly.   Half

In the United States, Islamists threatened bookstores and firebombers hit the offices of the Riverdale Press, a weekly paper in the Bronx, after it published an unexceptional editorial saying that the public had the right to read whatever novels it pleased.

Chief Fabretti was trying to get up to speed before officially starting on Monday, Miriam explained, and was requesting a quick informal meet and greet with his transition team at his house up in the Riverdale section of the Bronx.

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Both Cohen and Fierst told me that many parents at Riverdale, while pushing their children to excel, inadvertently shield them from exactly the kind of experience that can lead to character growth. As Fierst put it, “Our kids don’t put up with a lot of suffering. They don’t have a threshold for it. They’re protected against it quite a bit. And when they do get uncomfortable, we hear from their parents. We try to talk to parents about having to sort of make it okay for there to be challenge, because that’s where learning happens.

ring the previous autumn. She sniffed loudly. As if sensing

grey stone and two dormer windows jutted out of the heavy slate roof like

willing

The guy’s tall and ripped, but so are those Riverdale dudes, and I’m fairly sure I could take an Archie Andrews-looking motherfucker.

I think you might be the death of me. And its as if I'm running at full speed towards my grave.

I find myself missing you before you're even gone, knowing there exists a space without you next to me. A somewhere I never want to fell too comfortable in.

Blake cracked a smile at the sight of the elegant Marquis of Riverdale balancing a tea service. If I could find another I trust, I'd hire him in a minute. At any rate, as soon as I'm done with my duties at the War Office, the discretion of my servants will no longer be quite as paramount.

and curled his top lip as if he was laughing his speckled head off.

Slivers of sunlight stole through a gap in Poppy's curtains and danced on her closed eyelids with dogged determination, willing her to wake up. She yawned, stretched her arms above her head and rotated her bad ankle. Relieved to discover it was well and truly on the mend, she reached for her phone and tried to open the Nethercote website. Large red letters told her the server application was unavailable. She hit refresh but the page failed to load. Poppy stabbed at the refresh button a couple more times before texting Jodie.

She watched her breath unfurl like smoke from a chimney as she crossed the yard to the stables.

Damn thing's crashed. No idea why.

They say blood is thicker than water, sure. But sometimes found family is thickest of all.

A deep, echoing voice boomed from the radio. “And as the righteous shall be judged, so shall the wicked be punished. As it is written, so it shall come to pass.” “Oh, good,” Jughead said. “Children of the Corn. Very comforting.

Perfect.” Add a load of laundry to this evening’s roster and it was looking lit AF. I turned to see Archie Andrews

of his travels. I knew something had taken place. Not until weeks later did he tell me about meeting you.” “He senses the presence of a one-time event,” John said. “One of your ‘windows of creativity’ is opening. All the elements are here now. Riverdale Center with its community of brilliant seekers has become the womb for a new vision. We don’t have a name for it yet, but that will come.

I started the Riverdale Center to deal with the supreme challenge of transforming the human being. I wanted to provide a setting for reflection on cosmogenesis for my students at Fordham University. Over time, a remarkable group of scientists, artists, politicians, and religious leaders have joined the conversation. I don’t know how long I can keep the Riverdale Center going, but it’s functioning now and you’re here. I tell you all this to give you a sense of what is coming. You might meet some people today who will become lifelong collaborators with you in the exploration and teaching of the universe story.

It's a clever phone,’ the old woman whispered proudly. ‘My nephew gave it to me in case of emergencies.’ ‘Clever phone?’ said Scarlett, frowning. ‘It's ingenious. It has the internet and emails and everything.’ ‘You mean smart phone,’ giggled Poppy. ‘Yes, that's what I said. I just wish I could remember how to switch the damn thing on.

imagina como es saber que algo horrible va a pasar pero no saber cuando

I do everything for everyone. Everything to be perfect. The perfect daughter, the perfect sister, the perfect student. Can't I do this one thing for me?

Gloria Steinem called; your betrayal of second-wave feminism is complete.

Jughead. This is Riverdale. The town that time forgot. Does anyone here have any idea what decade it actually is?

Puppy

No-one likes a smart Alec,

Poppy McKeever hoped with a passion that she was dreaming. Her family was sitting around the kitchen table looking at her, their faces full of smiling expectation, yet she felt nothing. She looked at each of them in turn, willing herself to feel something – anything – so she could join their happy trio. Her dad was treating her to his full-wattage BBC beam, her stepmother’s cerulean blue eyes were appealing for her approval and her brother was fidgeting on his chair, barely able to keep a lid on his excitement. And still she felt nothing. She chewed her bottom lip and wondered how best to break the news. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said at last. ‘I’m not going.’ Her dad and stepmother exchanged a look and Charlie stood up so quickly his chair rocked back and landed on the tiled floor with a clatter that sent Magpie, their overweight black and white cat, scurrying for cover. Poppy used the diversion to sneak another look at the estate agent’s brochure on the table. The pictures showed a cottage sitting

what if

There do exist reasons to internet stalk someone that aren't sad or creepy: maybe you just remembered this person for the first time in fifteen years, maybe you're going on a first date and want to make sure their Twitter handle isn't @LoveToDismemberWomen, maybe you just started watching Riverdale and you need to know where KJ Apa was born, his height, his age, what his accent sounds like, his natural hair color, and whether or not he reads books.

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moon was fading in the early morning sky like a footprint in wet sand.

feeling as though she’d just been accused of a crime she didn’t commit.

Isobel

defibrillators,