Trish Quotes

Here's the thing: the strings are already attached.

Maybe it’s time to find a new normal.

He was the person all of us should be, but most of us aren't. And if I could have taken his place to buy him a little more time in the world, I'd have done it. I'm sorry I couldn't.

...chicks are naturally attracted to the scent of badass

I don't know if my life will ever be completely normal again, but something like normal is a good start.

She beams at me and it’s almost enough to make up for the fact that I’m harder than trigonometry right now. Almost.

Maybe someday we'll see each other again, Charlie. For real I mean. Until then, save me a seat, okay? -Solo

When it's your business, I'll let you know.

And, Jesus, she's a good kisser. So good I want to beat the hell out of whoever taught her.

Yeah, well, I don't really want to kick you when you're down, but mostly for some crazy reason"- her face tilts up and she gives me this shy little grin-"I think you might be worth it.

You should probably stay away from me," I say, resting my head on my knees. "I'm a mess.

You can’t manipulate people who know how to think for themselves.

When we don’t directly ask for clarification, we tend to fill in the gaps with negative thoughts. These eventually become rooted in our minds as truths, and then everyone gets stuck in a cycle of misunderstanding and miscommunication.

But when you needed him to suspend that suspicion, it was like trying to convince a hungry lion not to take down and injured gazelle - completely against his nature.

Does this public display of affection with my daughter on my front porch mean I'm stuck with you now?" he asks, opening the screen door for Harper. I'm not sure if I should laugh, so I hold back. "I'm afraid so.

I thought I was having a fucking stroke," I say as they free me from my coated elastic prison, making them laugh even harder.

Eventually - and I say this from experience - you'll start building a new house beside the ruins of the old. When you're ready, you'll know.

Lex was popping out babies like a popcorn vending machine. –Trish

And this is the library,” Mrs. Simcosky said, leading Beth into a generous room with a fire flickering in a river rock fireplace. “Or, as Mason liked to call it, my love den.” She drifted to one of the floor to ceiling book shelves and trailed her fingers down a bevy of colorful spines. “He used to call my books ‘the other men’.

That pretty much sums up our relationship: I have it. He wants it. He gets it. He ruins it.

I'm starting to understand that some people come into your life when you need them, and go when it's time.

Welcome home. Now leave me alone.

Her green eyes meet mine in the Guinness mirror behind the bar and it feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room. I’ve never slept with this girl, but she was the first I remember wanting. Harper Gray.

Carla once told me the best way to make a decision is to flip a coin. She said that when the coin is in the air, you'll usually figure our what you truly want.

If you think math is hard try web design.

Though Trish and her bad boy types weren't exactly Kindra's style, she had to agree that Violet went for quiet and uninteresting. Sort of like mild salsa. Why even bother? You'd be better off just biting a tomato.

You’re scaring the dog,” Trish pointed out. She rarely called me by name. They do that in prisoner of war camps, I’ve heard. Depersonalization.

If you think math is hard, try web design.

He was like fungus. The kind people got under their toenail. They treat it and treat it, but eventually they just have to say “Fuck it” and cover it up with nail polish to forget it’s there. –Trish referring to Landyn

If you sprinkle when you tinkle please be neat and wipe the seat.

Can I stay with you all night?” I murmured into his bare chest. He whispered into my hair, “I’m not letting go.

The cure for anything is salt water—sweat, tears, or the sea. —ISAK DINESEN

But I’m starting to understand how sadness and happiness can live side by side within a heart. And how that heart can keep on beating.

Do everything you can right now and then decide. Because now is all that matters.

For a moment she was convinced she was still dreaming. That she’d fallen asleep while reading one of JR Ward’s Brotherhood of The Black Dagger romances and had inserted herself into a dream based on the book. Any moment now he was going to start growling Mine Mine Mine and let loose with some spicy bonding scent. Or flash a massive set of fangs.

And while Trish stared - stared, as it now seemed, into her own eyes - Guy held her hand and watched the crowd: how it bled colour from the enormous room and drew all energy towards itself, forming one triumphal being; how it trembled, then burst or came or died, releasing individuality; and how the champion was borne along on its subsidence, his back slapped, his hair tousled, mimed by female hands and laughing, like the god of mobs.

Angry Trish had changed all his contacts to characters from Fifty Shades of Grey. He knew this because Al’s Auto Shop, usually listed first, was now “50 Shades of Grey gave me more orgasms than you.” After that he had Anastasia Steele and A Helicopter. Worst of all, his mom—whose number he could thankfully remember—was listed as The Red Room of Pain.

Hey back,' I say, my voice low beside her ear. She shivers. I love that.

Something I'm not ready to name works itself under the grip of Charlies death and loosens it, and keeps the nightmare at bay when I fall back asleep.

Group pressure is also a fascinating process to watch. Given enough arguments, time, and stress, even the most resolute and determined man can be made fearful enough to completely reverse his ideals to conform with everyone else.

Nothing is permanent. Anger passes. Stupidity is usually temporary. And even the best things in life can’t last forever. ~Matt

I realize that even in the worst of times there’s always a ray of hope.

I am releasing my own demons of times gone by and seizing the opportunity to find my own corner, my own fortress, my own calm and peace. Life is not unfair.

And her eyes, violet, like the sky before a storm. Ralph and Trish had brown eyes. Max's were hazel. But Ondine. No, Ondine's eyes had to be purple, wide set, and heavily lashed. Beyonce and Yoda's love child.

Still, the logical part of her realized that the hazel-eyed, dark-scruff iteration of This Guy who sat across from her right then hadn’t actually done anything wrong to her. Because of that, she smiled in an effort to be polite. “That’s nice of you to ask. But, unfortunately, I’m going to have to say no.” “Great.” He nodded, as if expecting this very answer. Then his brow furrowed, and he cocked his head. “Wait—what?” Sidney bit her lip to hold back a laugh. Ah . . . when she told this story later to Trish, the perplexed look on this guy’s face would be the highlight.

There are a few people, or moments, in a person’s life that change our story. She’ll leave her mark on him forever. And him on her.

we all have a purpose, be it person or animal or the bark of a tree. What our purpose is, we only find out when we are ready. You are almost there, my child. Accept who and what you are, and happiness will follow you forever.

It was my decision to break up, but he didn't fight me on it. Would he have fought for Trish? And if so, was it because she was the right girl? Or was Trish simply the type of girl men fought for while I was the type of girl men left without looking back?

Open books, not legs; blow minds, not guys.

Sometimes things go wrong. You need to accept that. You need to know that you will be okay. You're amazing. You can have an amazing life if you choose to live it.

you have to let the one you love go, so that if they come back to you, you know that they are yours forever

She had a foul mouth. I didn’t think I could be more smitten.

None of it meant anything, and all of it was important

There was no one else left for me to look for, but the urge to keep looking was there. The desire to be found was stronger than ever.

—Para que lo sepas, Lenny, esta no es una cita —Trish dice. —Entonces, ¿qué es? —Soy yo sintiendo lástima por ti, porque eres un perdedor.

I have walked alone, with the stars in the moonlit night, I have walked alone, no one by my side. Now I walk with you, with my head held high, in the darkest night, I feel so alive.

Gracie's father was an engineer, her mother an accountant. I couldn't picture either one of them yelling or throwing things or having affairs. I could see my dad doing stuff like that. Trish sure did. But Dad carried a war in his skull, and Trish was a drunk. Gracie's parents didn't have anything like that to deal with, but their daughter was falling apart on the bathroom floor.

No one like you has ever loved someone like me. That's all.

It felt like a cemetery, but I didn’t see myself returning to visit any time soon.

Everything was in its place, but I felt as if I no longer fit there.

Omnia vincit amor

The glue has only just dried on my broken heart and I’m offering him a hammer. But when he kisses my skin, just there, above my heart, I feel safe.

But before you go down this road, you need to be certain what you want. If anyone will do, you need to find someone else.

I'm disabled, not incapable.

We are dead on our feet. And the dog hasn’t shit in three days, but we made it.

but kind is one of the easiest things to be.

....the challenge in following childrens' conversational twists is the leading cause of brain-cell loss in mothers.

Eat smarties. They make you smart.

Money is my drug of choice--and you can't make money if you're always stoned or high. (Twila Taunton in Redneck P.I.)

I am a fireball of emotions and impulses; my zest for life is unquenchable. And I am either of only two things: Fire or Ice.

In this moment the absence of shame is shaped like Alex Kosta and I don't want to let go of this feeling.

—fear comes only when you don’t have faith in the outcome. And boredom comes only when you believe there’s nothing new worth learning. I simply can’t understand how any of that will occur today.

I think honesty is important like you said. But what I actually think is that the key to a good relationship is forgiveness, because without it we're all completely screwed. [...] Because we're all human, and we all make mistakes. Without forgiveness, we'd all be walking this Earth angry and alone, and I think that would really suck.

Într-o noapte m-am întors acasă, şi Trish, care credeam că-i atât de echilibrată emoţional, tocmai încercase să se spânzure. Magic, nu? Şi-a pierdut jumătate din viaţă mâncând produse dietetice să nu-şi strice ficatul, iar cealalaltă jumătate încercând să se sinucidă.

An FBI agent, huh?" Trish's expression turned sly. "Is he foxy?" "That whole story, about the strange coincidence, and my glorious Speech of Many Insults, and the fact that I'm going to be stuck running into this dude forever, and that's your first question? 'Is he foxy?'" Sidney shook her head. "Trishelle..on behalf of womankind, I was expecting a more enlightened discourse." Trish simply waited. "Totally foxy," Sidney said. "When he walked up to my table, my first thought was Criminy. Unfortunately, then he spoke." Trish threw her arm around Sidney. "Somewhere out there, waiting for you, is the total package. A Criminy guy who's just looking for his Ms. Right to settle down with.

Trish had qualms about joining the women and talked it over with Mary Pleshette. "I don't know about this whole business of women being in men's jobs," she confessed to Mary. "I like the differences between men and women and I think we should keep them." Mary asked her which differences she was afraid of losing. Trish didn't answer for a long time. "Oh well," she finally said, "we'll still be women--we'll just have better jobs.

Trying to figure out why Radley’s such a horse’s butt is all." "It’s a course we take at the academy," that deep voice said from beside her. She looked up to see Radley’s dark eyes staring down at her. Her face flushed before she could prevent it. "Being a Horse’s Ass 101. I got an A+.

Okay, okay, we get it. You two really like each other,” Egan says. He nudges Keller aside. “It’s my turn. I think I have a date up there somewhere.” Bit Toni doesn’t appear at the top of the stairs. “Toni?” I say. “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Egan adds. “She’s, uh…I’ll go get her.” I don’t want to reveal how nervous Toni is. That will put too much importance on this date, on Egan. “Nah, I’ll go get her.” Egan bounds up the stairs.

How do I know you're not the devil?" I whisper to Noah, my lips touching his. I can feel his smile against my mouth, even in the dark. "Better the devil you know than the devil you don't," he whispers in reply as his fingers tiptoe up my back.

We’re all damned, man. You should know that by now.

Breathing hurt my shoulder, screaming hurt, but it was all I could do.

I didn’t like that feeling, it made me sad in places of my heart that I didn’t know existed.

Many writers are recognized for their PHD mentality--Poor, Hungry and Driven.

The stages of grief are not linear. They are random and unpredictable, folding back on themselves until you begin mourning all over again.

You can't expect me to play rebound to a ghost. I won't do that.

Eight beers? Why aren’t you dead?

They were suddenly both naked. He got on top of her and kissed her passionately, withdrew his lips slightly from hers, and allowed a few drops of saliva to drip into her mouth.

After sex, he couldn't wait to get rid of her, so he knew that it wasn't love

The CFO asks the CEO, “What happens if we invest in developing our people and they leave us?” The CEO responds, “What happens if we don’t, and they stay?

When you see someone you love in pain like that, it makes you want to lash out at the thing that hurt them

Whether your glass is half full or half empty there's still room for more wine.

I reckon if you stay in one place too long, you might start taking it for granted,” Keane says. “But if you keep moving, everything holds its wonder. At least that’s been my experience.

It has taken almost half my life away from Ireland for me to truly feel what home really is, and it is not what I was expecting. In the end it was not a place, or a past, or any sort of single, dazzling epiphany. It was all the little things. Cold butter spread thick on sweet wheaten bread or hot, subsiding potatoes; the scent of wet, black soil; a bushy spine of grass on a one-track road; wide iron gates leading to high beech corridors; the chalky smell of a cow's wet muzzle, and, most of all, in Seamus Heaney's words, the sound of rivers in the trees.

Ben was suffering from something over which he had little control. but I've been to that same dark place and I made a different choice. That doesn't mean I don't have bleak days when I hate myself and everyone else. But if I can promise you nothing else, it's that I intend to leave this world old, stooped. and with white hairs sticking out of my ears. And if having that image pressed into your brain hasn't given you second thoughts, well...I'm yours for as long as you want me.

After five or six weeks of listening to his sermons on healing and renewing, Edgers felt healed and renewed—especially after the caravan of supplies arrived from Idumea—and stopped attending. When the crisis was gone, so was the need to feel the Creator.

It has taken almost half my life away from Ireland for me to truly feel what home really is, and it is not what I was expecting. In the end it was not a place, or a past, or any sort of single, dazzling epiphany. It was all the little things. Cold butter spread thick on sweet wheaten bread or hot, subsiding potatoes; the scent of wet, black soil; a bushy spine of grass on a one-track road; wife iron gates leading to high beech corridors; the chalky smell of a cow's wet muzzle, and, most of all, in Seamus Heaney's words, the sound of rivers in the trees.

There they were, the movers and shakers of Benjamin Franklin Hight - the sports stars, the cheerleaders, the good, the great, the gorgeous - bent over their pizzas. Trish sensed my angst and said, "My mother says girls like Lisa Shooty get the ultimate curse known to man." "What's that?" "Too much too soon." I looked at poor, cursed Lisa who had been sprayed with sex appeal at birth. She had gleaming teeth and long, raven-black curls. She threw back her head and laughed with diamond-studded joy. "When do you think the curse takes effect?" I asked. "Not in our lifetime," Trish answered.

That’s precisely what the governing body should NOT do—manage every detail of their lives. We are not their meddling grandmothers; we exist to keep them safe so they can make their own decisions, resolve their own problems, and live their own lives as their conscience dictates. We are NOT to become that conscience.

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the base Only sentries were stirring--they guarded the place. At the foot of each bunk sat a helmet and boot For the Santa of Soldiers to fill up with loot. The soldiers were sleeping and snoring away As they dreamed of “back home” on good Christmas Day. One snoozed with his rifle--he seemed so content. I slept with the letters my family had sent. When outside the tent there arose such a clatter. I sprang from my rack to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash. Poked out my head, and yelled, “What was that crash?” When what to my thrill and relief should appear, But one of our Blackhawks to give the all clear. More rattles and rumbles! I heard a deep whine! Then up drove eight Humvees, a jeep close behind… Each vehicle painted a bright Christmas green. With more lights and gold tinsel than I’d ever seen. The convoy commander leaped down and he paused. I knew then and there it was Sergeant McClaus! More rapid than rockets, his drivers they came When he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: “Now, Cohen! Mendoza! Woslowski! McCord! Now, Li! Watts! Donetti! And Specialist Ford!” “Go fill up my sea bags with gifts large and small! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away, all!” In the blink of an eye, to their trucks the troops darted. As I drew in my head and was turning around, Through the tent flap the sergeant came in with a bound. He was dressed all in camo and looked quite a sight With a Santa had added for this special night. His eyes--sharp as lasers! He stood six feet six. His nose was quite crooked, his jaw hard as bricks! A stub of cigar he held clamped in his teeth. And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath. A young driver walked in with a seabag in tow. McClaus took the bag, told the driver to go. Then the sarge went to work. And his mission today? Bring Christmas from home to the troops far away! Tasty gifts from old friends in the helmets he laid. There were candies, and cookies, and cakes, all homemade. Many parents sent phone cards so soldiers could hear Treasured voices and laughter of those they held dear. Loving husbands and wives had mailed photos galore Of weddings and birthdays and first steps and more. And for each soldier’s boot, like a warm, happy hug, There was art from the children at home sweet and snug. As he finished the job--did I see a twinkle? Was that a small smile or instead just a wrinkle? To the top of his brow he raised up his hand And gave a salute that made me feel grand. I gasped in surprise when, his face all aglow, He gave a huge grin and a big HO! HO! HO! HO! HO! HO! from the barracks and then from the base. HO! HO! HO! as the convoy sped up into space. As the camp radar lost him, I heard this faint call: “HAPPY CHRISTMAS, BRAVE SOLDIERS! MAY PEACE COME TO ALL!

She [my sister] loves me well enough, but she’s of the opinion that sailing is not a proper profession and, apparently, there’s a misery-to-fun ratio I’m failing to honor. She views my choices through her lens and has arrived at the conclusion that I’m doing life wrong, rather than considering I have a lens of my own.