Rizzoli And Isles Quotes

I know there’s evil in the world, and there always has been. But you don’t need to believe in Satan or demons to explain it. Human beings are perfectly capable of evil all by themselves.

Only the forgotten are truly dead.

The heart makes its choices without weighing the consequences. It doesn't look ahead to the lonely nights that follow.

The dead do not hurt you; only the living do.

Evil doesn't die. It never dies. It just takes on a new face, a new name. Just because we've been touched by it once, it doesn't mean we're immune to ever being hurt again. Lightning can strike twice.

Where we go depends on what we know, and what we know depends on where we go.

Everything's a gamble, love most of all.

You don't have to die to go to hell.

The most intimate feeling people can share is neither love nor hate, but pain.

We are all descended from monsters.

That's what falling in love really amounted to, your brain on drugs. Adrenaline and dopamine, oxytocin and serotonin. Chemical insanity, celebrated by poets.

There is honor between bitches

The one man you most want to sleep with may be the worst choice of all.

She now knew her death was inevitable, and with that acceptance came liberation. The courage of the condemned.

Even divorce, she thought, cannot erase all the bonds forged by years of marriage. Long after the papers are signed, decrees notarized, the ties still remain. And the most powerful tie of all is written in a child's flesh and blood.

The Christmas tree, twinkling with lights, had a mountain of gifts piled up beneath it, like offerings to the great god of excess.

... he knew that the cruelest of blows too often came with a smile.

Sometimes, the person who could make you happiest is the one who waits patiently in the wings.

With every year that I grow older, I also draw closer to (my loved ones) to the day when we will once again be together. So I march through the deepening shadows, serene and unafraid, because I know that at the end of my journey they will be waiting for me.

We never know until the beast of opportunity is staring us in the face.

No man easily admits that he is afraid.

What Rizzoli thought, staring at her own image, was that she hated Elizabeth Hurley for giving women false hope. The brutal truth was, there are some women who will never be beautiful, and Rizzoli was one of them.

Some people make choices hoping for the best; Korsak had made a choice simply to avoid the worst.

We are not as impervious as we think we are. - Dr Maura Isles

No matter how much you try to maintain order in your life, no matter how careful you are to guard against mistakes, against imperfections, there is always some smudge, some flaw, lurking out of sight. Waiting to surprise you.

Maybe it's because I can't have him that I feel safe wanting him. He's beyond my reach, so he won't hurt me.

She was the only woman in the homicide unit, and already there had been problems between her and another detective, charges of sexual harassment, countercharges of unrelenting bitchiness.

There's that unpredictability factor, that chance that something completely unexpected - something amazing - could happen. That's what makes life an adventure. Sometimes you just have to jump in and trust the universe.

You can study a face all you want, but you never really know what lies beneath the mask.

Death does not discriminate; whether saints or sinners, in the end, all are equal.

She siged, a sound of regret for childhood transgressions, for all the lessons learned too late.

Is this all we are? A necklace of chemicals? Where, in the double helix, does the soul lie?

...Jane remained in her chair thinking about justice, about how the dead never benefited from it. For them it always comes too late.

Ha! Kids! You have no idea what you put your parents through, either. Wait till you have your own, you'll see. That's when you'll know what it really feels like." .. "What what feels like?"..."Love," said Angela.

If you don't love him, if you don't even care about him, then seeing him now shouldn't be all that painful. Should it?

Be aware every morning that you may not last the day, And every evening that you may not last the night.

When you shine a bright light, a secret loses all its power.

That is exactly what I learned. That evil can be so ordinary.

Does he think it's so easy? One smile, one touch and all is forgiven -Dr Maura Isles

She pressed her fingers to the woman’s neck and felt icy skin. Bending close to the lips, she waited for the whisper of a breath, the faintest puff of air against her cheek. The corpse opened its eyes.

Now we sit and wait,” the woman said, and she settled into a chair, the gun on her lap. “What are we waiting for?” Jane asked. The woman stared at her. Said, calmly: “The end.

Deves prestar sempre atenção aos teus sonhos, ensinara-lhe a mãe. São vozes que te dizem o que já sabes, sussurrando-te conselhos que ainda não seguiste.

I believe one has to get one's hand dirty or you're nothing but a hobbyist.

We're all struggling to stay upright, Maura thought. Resisting the pull of temptation,just as we fight the pull of gravity. And when we finally fall, it's always such a surprise.

Bella,Jane'in gözlerinin içine baktı. "Adalet herkesin paylaştığı bir sorumluluktur.

Life was too often a series of interruptions. Phone calls, family crises, other people always interrupting,

Life is a series of complications. We have to deal with each one as it comes.

You know that movie, where the little boy says 'I see dead people'? The Sixth Sense. Well, I see them all the time, and I'm getting tired of it. That's what's ruined my mood. Here it is, almost Christmas, and I didn't even think about putting up a tree, because I'm still seeing the autopsy lab in my head. I'm still smelling it on my hands. I come home on a day like this, after two postmortems, and I can't think about cooking dinner. I can't even look at a piece of meat without thinking of muscle fibers. All I can deal with is a cocktail. And then I pour the drink and smell the alcohol, and suddenly there I am, back in the lab. Alcohol, formalin, they both have that same sharp smell.

Society thinks of violent acts as manifestations of evil or immorality. We're told we have ultimate control over our own behavior, that each and every one of us has the free will to choose not to hurt another human being. But it's not just morality that guides us. Biology does as well. Our frontal lobs helps us integrate thoughts and actions. They help us weight the consequences of those actions. Without such control, we'd give in to every wild impulse.

Had she always been so insulated from human contact, like a bloom encased in frost?

I’m a dinosaur, he thought, lumbering through a world where truthtellers are despised.

And like a drowning woman who chooses the black sea instead of rescue, she did not take it.

There's nothing as boring as perfection

Aslında hepimiz yaralıyız. Sadece bazılarımızın yarası diğerlerinden daha fazla belli, o kadar.

My name is Mila, and this is my journey. There are so many places where I could begin the story. I could start in the town where I grew up, in Kryvicy, on the banks of the Servac River, in the district of Miadziel. I could begin when I was eight years old, on the day my mother died, or when I was twelve, and my father fell beneath the wheels of the neighbour’s truck. But I think I should begin my story here, in the Mexican desert, so far from my home in Belarus. This is where I lost my innocence. This is where my dreams died.

muscles burned and her knees ached, but she did not stop. She owed that much to him and would not abandon him a second

Maura dertli bir kahkaha attı. "Bir ilişkinin dayandırılabileceği en sağlam şey trajedi.

Sahip olamayacağın bir adama aşık olduysan hayal kırıklığından başka ne elde edebilirsin ki?

Because we bear responsibility for our own actions alone. Not for anyone else’s.

Friendships are broken all the time. So are hearts.

We are so good at killing each other, she thought. Yet we fail so miserably at love.

We dream our dreams, she thought, and sometimes they take us places we never anticipate.

Kalpler,sonuçlarını pek değerlendirmeden seçimlerini yapar.Seçimini yaptıktan sonra da kendisini bekleyen yalnız geceleri düşünmez.

Without ties to our ancestors, we are lonely specks of dust, adrift and floating, attached to nothing and no one.

Sometimes, she thought, you've got to accept a helping hand. Sometimes you've got to admit you can't do it all by yourself.

I have mega amounts of rizz

It's yet another thing that irritates me this morning, on top of the fact that I'm hungry. I didn't sleep well, and now the mosquitos have found me. Mosquitos always find me. Whenever I step outside , it's as if they can hear their dinner bell ring, and already I am slapping at my neck and face.

I'm sorry to say that too often, I haven't a clue why people do things like this. Why they drown their babies or strangle their wives or shoot their coworkers. I see the results of their actions, but I can't tell you what sets them off. I just know that it happens. And people are capable of doing terrible things.

But human anatomy and human endurance are variable. While the much younger nun had succumbed to her injuries, Ursula's heart kept beating, her body unwilling to surrender its soul. Not a miracle, merely one of those quirks of fate, like the child who survives a fall from a sixth-floor window, and is only scratched.

So much of what passes for excitement in our lives cannot be anticipated, and we must learn to savor the spectacles as they come, and appreciate the rare thrills that punctuate the otherwise monotonous passage of time.

Maura moved quietly to the alcove. There she lit three candles for three women. One for Sister Ursula. One for Sister Camille. And one for a faceless leper whose name she would never know. She did not believe in heaven or hell; she was not even sure she believed in the eternal soul.

İtibar kırılgan bir şeydir; bir ince çatlak onu paramparça eder.

Güç sahibi olmak, onu yitirmekten sürekli korkmak demekti.

Predators go on vacations, too. They take drives in the country and enjoy the smell of the sea, just like everyone else. They are perfectly human. Outside,

Only animals should have to pee in the woods.

Kalp meselelerinde, ıstırap refakat bulmaya can atar.

If indeed these various attacks in different States are linked, then we’re dealing with a set of highly complex ritual behaviors,” said Dr. Lawrence Zucker.

fierce-looking, a coal-eyed brunette with a gaze direct as lasers. She

I hate it when a woman lets me down. Gives us all a bad name.

Rizzoli wanted to be heard, and so she sat shoulder to shoulder with the boys in the trumpet section.

Then she turned to follow them, and the three demon hunters walked together down the hill.

She looked down at their hands and thought: This man never wavers. No matter how hard I push against him, he is always right there for me. Whether I deserve him or not.

But if you get hurt, you’re not the only one who bleeds, Jane. I do, too.

She needed so badly to sleep, but could not quiet the chaos in her head.

This is what love does to you, Jane thought. It makes you afraid, not brave. It gives the world carnivorous teeth that are poised at any moment to rip away chunks of your life.

Here were the real wages of sin. Not hellfire and damnation, but heartbreak.

Happy is he who is forever faced with the hour of his death And prepares himself for the end every day.

Where we go depends upon where we know. And where we know depends upon where we go

As the lamb is blessed, so is the lion. So is the hunter.

THE GIRL WAS TWENTY-THREE POUNDS OF NO! NO, BED! NO, SLEEP! No, no, no!

That was the day she learned she was the daughter of a lioness.

what she did believe in was the power of remembrance. Only the forgotten are truly dead.

She had never paid much attention to the heart beating in her own chest. As she watched the pattern traced by Korsak's, she became aware of her own pulse. She had always taken her heartbeat for granted, and she wondered what it would be like, to hang on every beat, fearful that the next might not come. That the throb of life in her chest would suddenly go still.

But death wouldn’t deter her killer. It would whet his appetite. He’d look at her corpse and see only an object of desire. Someone he can control. She doesn’t resist him. She is cool, passive flesh, yielding to any and all indignities. She is the perfect lover. The

When one hears hoofbeats, medical students are taught, one must think of horses, not zebras. But the doctor who sees my blood count will surely think of horses. He will arrive at a perfectly logical conclusion. It will no occur to him that, this time, it is truly a zebra galloping by.

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.

There's a whole history that never appears in the Bible, Detective. A secret history you can only find in Canaanite or Hebrew legends. They talk about the marriage between Adam and a free-spirited woman, a cunning temptress who refused to obey her husband, or to lie beneath him as a docile wife should. Instead she demanded wild sex in every position and taunted him when he couldn't satisfy her. She was the world's first truly liberated female, and she wasn't afraid to seek the pleasures of the flesh.

It is cold in my cell. Outside, the harsh winds of February are blowing and I am told it has once again begun to snow. I sit on my cot, a blanket draped over my shoulders, and remember how the delicious heat had enveloped us like a cloak on the day we walked the streets of Livadia. To the north of that Greek town, there are two springs which were known in ancient times as Lethe and Mnemosyne. Forgetfulness and Memory. We drank from both springs, you and I, and then we fell asleep in the dappled shade of an olive grove.

A ROW OF SKULLS glared from atop a wall of intricately stacked femurs and tibias. Though it was June, and she knew the sun was shining on the streets of Paris sixty feet above her, Dr. Maura Isles felt chilled as she walked down the dim passageway, its walls lined almost to the ceiling with human remains. She was familiar, even intimate, with death, and had confronted its face countless times on her autopsy table, but she was stunned by the scale of this display, by the sheer number of bones stored in this network of tunnels beneath the City of Light. The one-kilometer tour took her through only a small section of the catacombs. Off-limits to tourists were numerous side tunnels and bone-filled chambers, their dark mouths gaping seductively behind locked gates.

The gate downstairs has a dead bolt,” said Frost. “There’s no way you could pick the lock.” “Then how could anyone …” She went dead silent. Turned toward the doorway. Footsteps were thumping up the stairs. In an instant her weapon was drawn and clutched in both hands. Pushing aside Mr. Kwan, she quickly slipped out of the bedroom. As she eased her way across the living room, she felt her heart banging, heard Frost’s footsteps creaking on her right. Smelled incense and mold and sweat, a dozen details assaulting her at once. But it was the stairwell door she focused on, a black portal to something that was now climbing toward them. Something that suddenly took on the shape of a man. “Freeze!” Frost commanded. “Boston PD!” “Whoa, Frost.” Johnny Tam gave a startled laugh. “It’s just me.” Behind her, Jane heard Mr. Kwan give a squawk of fear. “Who is he? Who is he?” “What the hell, Tam,” said Frost, huffing out a breath as he holstered his weapon. “I could have blown your head off.” “You did tell me to meet you here, didn’t you? I would’ve gotten here sooner, but I got stuck in traffic coming back from Springfield.” “You talk to the owner of that Honda?” “Yeah. Said it was stolen right out of his driveway. And that wasn’t his GPS in the car.” He swept his flashlight around the room. “So what’s going on in here?” “Mr. Kwan’s giving us a tour of the building.” “It’s been boarded up for years.