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.

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.

No man easily admits that he is afraid.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

There's nothing as boring as perfection

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

Kalp meselelerinde, ıstırap refakat bulmaya can atar.

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

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.

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.

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.

Friendships are broken all the time. So are hearts.

Only animals should have to pee in the woods.

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,

Güç sahibi olmak, onu yitirmekten sürekli korkmak demekti.

It is perhaps a more fortunate destiny to have a taste for collecting shells than to be born a millionaire’?

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

Kusursuz suç, diye düşündü Jane. Ama bir görgü tanığı vardı. Mahsen merdiveninin altına saklanmış, sessiz bir kız.

En tatmin edici ödül beklemeye mecbur kaldığındır.

a Dr. Mikovitz. He says you left a message this morning with one of his colleagues.” “Oh, of course.” Maura picked up the phone. “This is Dr. Isles.” Jane turned her gaze back to the X ray, to those three parallel nicks on the cheekbones. She tried to imagine what could have left such a mark. It was a tool that neither she nor Maura had encountered before.

No information is useless. It’s just a key waiting for the right lock to open.

The bush is not merely a holiday destination; it’s where you learn how insignificant you truly are.

Catgut is a type of surgical thread made from the intestines of cows or sheep.” “So why do they call it catgut?” asked Rizzoli. “It goes back to the Middle Ages, when gut strings were used on musical instruments. The musicians referred to their instruments as their kit, and the strings were called kitgut. The word eventually became catgut.

Adalet bilimsel deneyler kadar net değildir. Bazen çok karmaşıktır ve gerçekler durumu iyice karmaşıklaştırır.

Then they’d both watch him get drunk. Family values, that’s what he called it, what he threw in Julianne’s face whenever she tried to leave him. Family values was a threat, the cudgel he used to keep them forever locked with him in battle.

Family values meant keeping your head down and your voice soft. It meant having dinner on the table by six and your paycheck in his hand every other Friday. It meant keeping secrets that at any time might explode in your face.

was more than their family could ever eat, but that was the point; an abundance of both food and love.

Maybe I don’t really know what love feels like. Because I’ve been too busy fighting it. Just as I fight everything else that might hurt me.

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

Something as deeply personal as faith should not be subjected to another person’s contempt.

And he took the man’s hand.

Then she walked out of his church, and back into her own world.

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

How far have we strayed from our essential natures. Just the sight of blood can make some men faint, and people scurry to hide such horrors from the public eye, hosing down sidewalks where blood has spilled, or covering children's eyes when violence erupts on the television. Humans have lost touch with who, and what, they really are. Some of us, however, have not. We walk among the rest, normal in every respect; perhaps we are more normal than anyone else because we have not allowed ourselves to be wrapped and mummified in civilization's sterile bandages. We see blood, and we do not turn away. We recognize its lustrous beauty; we feel its primitive pull. Everyone who drives past an accident and cannot help but look for the blood understands this. Beneath the revulsion, the urge to turn away, throbs a greater force. Attraction. We all want to look. But not all of us will admit it.

And let's be honest. Sometimes, Jane, you can be a real bitch. - Agent Gabriel Dean

Stanford

Look into his mind, his universe. We may think it's sick, but for him, this place is a little slice of paradise. A place where the dead are laid to rest. Just the place the Dominator would come. He walks around here and probably imagines a whole harem of sleeping women right beneath his feet.

It is not length of life, but depth of life. —Ralph Waldo Emerson For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one. —Kahlil Gibran

Meat comes from the supermarket, where it’s wrapped in plastic. No guts involved.

Richard subtly slipped in the fact that he is thriller writer Richard Renwick, creator of MI5 hero Jackman Tripp. Unfortunately none of them had ever heard of Richard or his hero, which led to a prickly first day on safari. But now he’s back in form, doing what he does best: charming his audience. Laying it on too thick, I think. Far too thick. But if I complain about it later, I know exactly what he’ll say. It’s what writers have to do, Millie. We have to be sociable and bring in new readers.

Now, I’m not saying it takes a village to raise a kid.” She lowered her gaze back to the baby in her arms. “But it sure does help to have a grandma.

Oh Mom, I never realized how much I still need you. Do we ever stop needing our mothers?

If I had just one day to relive, I would spend every minute of it with you. Holding you in bed. Whispering secrets beneath warm sheets.

it for Regina. You’ll look so cute together! Mom and daughter in matching dresses!” “Regina’s cute. I’m definitely not.” Angela’s lip began to quiver. It was a sign as subtly ominous as the first

Іноді людина, яка може зробити тебе щасливою, - та, на яку не звертаєш уваги, яка терпляче чекає збоку

Pesez le matin que vous n'irez peut-etre pas jusqu'au soir, et au soir que vous n'irez peut-etre pas questu'au matin.

Moore

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

Survival is only the first step.

A lifetime’s worth of memories atomized.

someone

Hayata karşı hiç bitmeyen memnuniyetsizliği yüzünden internette sürekli daha iyi bir daire, daha iyi bir tatil mekanı, hatta belki de daha iyi bir kız arkadaş arayıp duran Richard.

ya mutlu olmayı seçeceksin ya da mutsuzluğu. Başka kimse senin adına karar veremez.

Simian?

I never had to worry about anyone else before, about what I could lose. I didn't know it would scare me so much. Now I've got this big exposed Achilles heel, and all I can think about is how to protect it.

Your first look at Africa,” said Henk, leaning in to murmur in her ear. “Does it surprise you?” She swallowed. “It’s not what I imagined.” “What did you imagine? Lions and zebras running around everywhere?” “Well, yeah.” “That’s the way most Americans picture Africa. They watch too many nature shows on TV, and when they walk off the plane wearing bush jackets and khaki, they’re surprised to find a modern city like Cape Town. Not a zebra in sight, except at the zoo.

No kiss, no embrace, could bring two people any closer than we are right now. The most intimate emotion two people can share is neither love nor desire but pain.

Gwadowski—

detective, in a blazer and oxford

If anyone lacked the gene for holding a grudge, it was Frost, whose legendary congeniality only served to make Jane look bad.

Gradually the beep of the EKG slowed. Against the steady rhythm of that heartbeat, the two women gazed at each other. If Catherine had recognized a part of herself in Nina’s eyes, so, too, did Nina seem to recognize herself in Catherine’s. The silent sisterhood of victims. There are more of us than anyone will ever know.  

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. The

Think of what it means to manually strangle someone. How personal it is. The close contact. Skin to skin. Your hands against her flesh. Pressing her throat as you feel her life drain away.’ Rizzoli

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

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.

Çocuk sahibi olmak, kalbinizin hep dünyanın insafına kalması anlamına geliyordu.

Adalet herkesin paylaştığı bir sorumluluktur.

Atalarımızla bağımız olmazsa, hiçbir şeyle ve hiç kimseyle bağı olmayan, gelişigüzel salınan, yapayalnız toz zerreleri oluruz.

She'd loved their scent--not sweet and cloying like other flowers, but pungent. Assertive. She'd loved the way they sprang up wild in vacant lots and roadsides, reminders that true beauty is spontaneous and irrepressible.

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 in the universe.

Children are like fomites." What?" "Spreading infections everywhere they go.

He cuts out the one thing that makes them women.

By taking the womb, he defeminizes his victim. He steals her power.

I guess it’s that time of month.

I believe that every experience, every wrong decision, teaches us something. That’s why we shouldn’t be afraid to make mistakes. I jump into things with both feet, and sometimes it gets me into hot water. But in the end, everything has a way of working out.

Hayatınızın yarısını tek bir hedefe adamış bir gençseniz, hedefinize nihayet ulaştığınızda geriye başaracağınız ne kalır ki?

Tehlike yalnızca soyut bir kavramken korkusuz olmak kolaydır.

Cesur mantar toplayıcıları vardır ve yaşlı mantar toplayıcıları vardır, ama yaşlı ve cesur mantar toplayıcıları hiç yoktur.

Bildiğin yere gidersin ve gittiğin yeri de bilirsin.

Confirmation bias had tripped many a scientist, and no doubt many a cop as well. You find only what you’re looking for, which makes it far too easy to overlook everything else.

We’re not trying to mess

She was who she was, and either you accepted it or you could just go to hell.

Happy people are self-contained; they breathe different air and are subject to different laws of gravity.

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.

Picquerism is the act of stabbing or cutting, any repeated penetration of the skin with a sharp object.

Law of Reversed Effect. The harder you try to remember something, the less likely it is you’ll be able to recall it.

She knew Rollo was trying to intimidate her with the evil eye. Rattle the cop, throw her off balance. He was like too many other assholes she’d known, and his stare was nothing new. Just the last resort of a loser.

Resisting the pull of temptation, just as we fight the pull of gravity. And when we finally fall, it’s always such a surprise.

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.

Having a child meant your heart was always at the world’s mercy.

There are far scarier things in this world than dead bodies.

Already had one reporter worm her

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

we must learn to savor the spectacles as they come, and appreciate the rare thrills that punctuate the otherwise monotonous passage of time.

So there was truth to what Julian had just said, about being strange. He was not normal, and he never would be. Cast out by his own family, thrust alone into the wilderness, he’d learned to rely on himself. He had killed a man. Although that killing was in self-defense, the spilling of another’s blood changes you forever, and she wondered how deeply that memory still haunted him.

and for a moment she was left blessedly alone.

You have been getting all worked up about not looking out for me. Me, I've been lying here getting pissed about falling down on the job. I mean literally. Kerplunk.

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.

I have mega amounts of rizz

He’s a drill sergeant,