Ro Quotes

Although I cannot move and I have to speak through a computer, in my mind I am free.

Keefe tried to break the tension, pumping his fist and shouting, “LORD HUNKYHAIR LIVES! Say it now, Ro. Say it!

You’re in this, like, Ultra Knight in Shining Armor mode-“ “Aw, you hear that, Ro? Foster thinks I’m her hero!

It’s amazing he made it through without me bashing his pretty face.” “Aw, did you hear that? Ro thinks I’m pretty! I mean- I usually go for more of a roguish handsome, but...” He tosses his hair and fluttered his eyelashes. Sophie’s lips curled into a smile-without her permission.

Nights were the worst. I'd try to get some sleep, only to be thrown out of bed and dragged out into the compound for another game of "Let's whack Bobby in the dark!" - Bobby Pendragon, RoZ

Won't you need my help with the cache?' Fitz asked her. It felt very good to tell him, 'I don't see why.' Ro snickered.

It's HE-RO," the boy argued. "No," the girl insisted, "it's HER-O.

Thank you,” she said as he walked her back to the Healing Center and she tried to make a note of the route so she could find the secret cafeteria again. “Tonight would’ve been... pretty rough if you hadn’t stopped by.” “I know,” he told her. “For me too.” “Awwwwwww, you guys are SO adorable,” Ro jumped in.

Ohhh, a lovers’ quarrel!” Ro clapped her hands. “Those are my favorite. Anyone have snacks? I feel like we should have snacks for this.” “That’s not what this is,” Sophie told her. “We’re not...never mind.” Ro grinned, flashing pointed teeth. “If you say so.” “Fosters not ready to face her feelings,” Keefe stage-whispered. “I’m ready to strangle you,” Sophie countered.

Quien con­tro­la el pa­sa­do —decía la con­sig­na del Par­ti­do— con­tro­la el fu­tu­ro. Quien con­tro­la el pre­sen­te con­tro­la el pa­sa­do

Well, if you like honestly,” Ro said, following him over to Keefe, “it stinks here, too. Everything smells like...” “Fresh air?” Sophie guessed. “Awww, my girl keeps getting snarkier and snarkier,” Keefe said proudly. “I’m not your girl,” Sophie snapped back. “And don’t think I’m done being mad at you!

Well, if you like honesty," Ro said, following him over to Keefe, "it stinks here, too. Everything smells like . . . " "Fresh air?" Sophie guessed. "Awww, my girl keeps getting snarkier and snarkier," Keefe said proudly. "I'm not your girl," Sophie snapped back. "And don't think I'm done being mad at you!" "Ohhh, a lovers' quarrel!" Ro clapped her hands. "Those are my favorite. Anyone have snacks? I feel like we should have snacks for this." "That's not what this is," Sophie told her. "We're not . . . never mind." Ro grinned, flashing pointed teeth. "If you say so." "Foster's not ready to face her feelings," Keefe stage-whispered. "I'm ready to strangle you," Sophie countered.

It's time to listen to your girl. No arguing—she's smarter than you.

He would’ve run off even faster,” Ro finished for him. “Probably left a Keefe-shaped hole in one of the walls.

Change. Adapt. Bend so as not to be broken. Let opportunity guide your actions.

And it was hilarious,” Ro added. “One night he got out of bed and started doing a wiggle dance in his sleep and singing about Prattles pins. And another time he decided he was a baby alicorn and dropped to his hands and knees and galloped all over the house, whinnying. Greatest thing I’ve ever seen.

Tử tế gồm hai phần: rộng rãi, kể cả khi tốn kém và tin tưởng, kể cả khi rủi ro.

Fear sees, even when eyes are closed.

To try is to invite uncertainty. Where confidence goes, success usually follows.

Ro trails his hands against the wall as he walks. The archivists look at him as he passes. Ro is good at irritating people; he'll find the one thing you don't want him to do, and do it every time. It's one of his many gifts.

Burying your head in the sand does not make you invisible it only leads to suffocation.

Verily, a man without fear is either dead or happy to die.

Levamos para o casamento uma infinidade de expectativas ro- mânticas. As vezes, também visões de míticos êxtases sexuais. E impomos à nossa vida sexual muitas outras expectativas, muitos outros "devia ser", que o ato quotidiano do amor não consegue realizar. A terra devia tremer. Nossos ossos deviam cantar. Fogos de artifício deviam explodir. O ser consciente — o eu — devia ser queimado na pira do amor. Devíamos alcançar o paraíso, ou um fac-símile razoável. Nós nos desapontamos.

Since I didn't have a candy wrapper to help me with the bad connection I was about to have, I resorted to using vocal sound effects. When Agent Carson picked up, I started my performance. "Agent... Agent Carson," I said, panting into the phone. "Yes, Charley." She seemed unimpressed, but I wasn't about to stop now. "I--I know who the kshshshshshsh are." "I'm a little busy right now, Davidson. What is a Ksh, and why do I care?" "I'm sorry. My kshshsh... is kshshsh... ing." I repeat. What is a Ksh? And why do I care if it is ksh-ing?" She was a tough one. I knew I should have waited and bought a Butterfinger at the Jug-N-Chug. Those wrappers crakled like Rice Krispies on a Saturday morning. "You aren't listeni--kshshsh." "You're really bad at this." "Bank ro-ksh-ers. I know who they kshshsh." "Charley, if you don't cut this crap out." I hung up and turned off my phone before she could figure out what I was trying not to tell her and call back.

Be careful who you tell your secrets to because when situations change... sometimes, so do people.

Foster?” he asked, jolting upright—which only drew more attention to the fact that he was currently shirtless. He crossed his arms, his cheeks flushing with a hint of pink when his ice blue eyes focused on her. “I… um… what are you doing here?” Ro snickered from the corner, where she lounged on a cushioned chaise, painting her claws the same purple she must have recently dyed the ends of her choppy pink pigtails. “Smooth, Lord Hunkyhair. Smooooooooooooooooooth

Keefe?' Amy repeated, her lips curling into a grin. 'He's the supercute blonde guy you picked up cookies for, right? The one who keeps staring at you all intense when I met him, like you were the only person that mattered to him in the entire universe?' Someone coughed near the doorway. It was probably Grady, maybe Edaline too, but Sophie decided she would rather not know who was eavesdropping. 'He doesn't stare at me like that,' she said, hoping her cheeks weren't blushing too badly. It didn't help that Ro kept cackling beside her. ... 'I swear, you have no idea how lucky you are, getting to be around so many gorgeous boys all the time. I don't know how you haven't dated any of them--or have you?' 'She tried with Fitzy,' Ro answered for her. 'But then she realized he was too boring, so they broke up.' 'That's not what happened!' Sophie argued--over lots more coughing from the doorway. 'We didn't really date. We just sort of... liked each other... openly. But then it got super complicated, so we decided to focus on being friends. ... Why are we talking about this?' Sophie asked ... 'Because it's fun watching you get all red and fidgety!' Amy told her. 'Plus, there's a chance our boy is somewhere nearby, listening to this conversation,' Ro added before she raised her voice to a shout. 'Hear that, Hunkyhair? Get your overdramatic butt back here! Your girl is single--and the great Foster Oblivion is over! This is what you've been waiting for!' 'Hunkyhair?' Amy asked, raising one eyebrow as Sophie contemplated smothering herself with her blankets. 'Great Foster Oblivion?' 'Never mind,' Sophie mumbled, sinking deeper into her blankets.

THANK ALL THE SPARKLES FOR THAT! Now you just need to tell her you’re helplessly in love with her so she can be like”—Ro shifted her voice up an octave and clasped her hands against her heart—“ ‘Oh, Hunkyhair, I never realized you felt that way, even though it was ridiculously obvious to everyone else. And I’ve been in love with you forever—I just didn’t know it because I’m super oblivious. I’m sorry I wasted so much time crushing on Captain Perfect—come here, let’s do all the smooching ever!

You changed Iggy’s color?” she asked, heading over to his cage, where, sure enough, the tiny imp had yet another new look. His neatly trimmed, gold, sparkly fur was now a much poofier ice blue with tiny crimps. “Huh, I figured he’d be pink and purple,” Sophie admitted, pointing to Ro’s colorful pigtails. Ro tossed her head, swishing her hair in the process. “Uh, no, I’m not sharing my fabulous style with anyone—much less a creature who spent the last hour eating his own toenails. But I thought it was only right to save your imp from being sparkle-fied—and I was going to be nice and turn him your favorite color. But apparently your favorite color is teal—and yeah, yeah, we all know why. But, um, do you realize how many of the nastiest little microbes are in that color?" She shuddered. "I couldn't do that to you—or the little dude. So I went with a nice ice blue. The kind of color you can't help but love. Classic. Reliable—

Khi ta mỉm cười và nói – không sao là riêng mình ta biết đang đau xé lòng chứ không ít Khi ai đó khuyên ta cố gắng sống đi đừng mỏi mệt ta chỉ biết lắc đầu – giá như là trẻ con… Trong suốt cuộc đời ta nhiều lần đã nhìn thấy những vết thương những giọt nước mắt rơi không thành tiếng những lần gượng cười mà nỗi đau nổi lên theo từng đường gân thớ thịt những người sống mà không hề biết rằng mình đã chết mãi đến tận cuối đời… Từ lúc nào đó ta không còn ước mong gì nữa khi ngước nhìn bầu trời tự mình xoa tay để cho mình hơi ấm xếp lại những cuối tuần vào một chiếc hộp rồi buộc lên nó những ánh nhìn vô cảm biết đến bao giờ mới mở ra? Khi ta mỉm cười và nói – có gì đâu phải xót xa? là riêng mình ta biết bờ môi đang lem đầy đắng chát Khi ai đó choàng người ta bằng một cái ôm thật chặt ta không hề muốn đánh rơi hơi ấm kia chút nào ! Giá như có thể trả lại được con đường mà ta từng bước đi bên cạnh nhau trả lại những dỗi hờn vào thời gian chờ đợi trả lại những nghi ngờ vào một câu hỏi trả lại bàn tay cho bàn tay, bờ vai cho bờ vai và con người cho con người lần đầu tập nói dối ta có thật lòng yêu? Cuộc đời giành giật từng ngày nắng và tặng cho ta hết những đêm thâu thêm giấc ngủ khóa cửa bỏ trái tim tự co ro ngoài hiên vắng ta đã đi hết mùa đông mà vẫn tin rằng mùa đông chưa bao giờ về đến lầm lũi như một người nhìn thấy cuối đường là ánh lửa mà cứ lo vụt tắt ta kiệt sức vì lo toan… Khi ta mỉm cười và nói – cảm ơn là riêng mình ta biết không chút nào muốn thế Khi ai đó bày cho ta cách xóa đi một phần trí nhớ sao ta không chọn lựa để quên? Nếu bão tố có thật sự đi qua cuộc đời này chỉ trong một đêm chẳng phải khoảnh khắc bình minh trong suy nghĩ của ta là đẹp nhất? Nếu bão tố có thật sự đi qua cuộc đời này chỉ trong một giây phút chẳng phải những gì ta cần chỉ là được xiết tay nhau? Khi ta mỉm cười và nói – thật sự rất đau là riêng mình ta biết ta cần bắt đầu lại… ” - Khi ta mỉm cười và nói...