Quotes by Connie Brockway

I want you cool and regal, earthy and impertinent, spoiling for a fight and abashed at your own temper. I want you flushed with exertion and rosy with sleep. I want you teasing and provocative, somber and thoughtful. I want every emotion, every mood, every year in a lifetime to come. I want you beside me, to encourage and argue with me, to help me and let me help you. I want to be your champion and lover, your mentor and student.

I love you, Ginesse. Dont you see? You are my Zerzura. You are my undiscovered country, both my hearts destination and journey. Gold and temples, jewels and gems dont hold one bit of your enticement. You are my Solomons mine, my uncharted empire. You are the only home I need to know, the only journey I want to take, the only treasure I would die to claim. You are exotic and familiar, opiate and tonic, hard conscience and sweet temptation. And now I have no more words to give you, Ginesse. I only have my heart, and you already own that.

Shed stood by that creed. No softness, because the world wasnt soft; lots of laughter, because if you were in on the joke, the joke couldnt be on you; And no wanting what you couldnt take, because the world never gave.Or so shed thought.

And enigmatic smile is worth ten pages of dialog.

There are moments on stage when everything comes together. Then the kid in the front row coughs.

You can figure out what the villain fears by his choice of weapons.

She clutched the train ticket tighter and waited for the sense of escape to come over her as it had a dozen times before, that heady sensation of having just scooted through the clanging gate, of eluding the thrown net. It didnt come. She was running again, but she wasnt escaping. Shed been chased to ground a long, long time ago.

Give me a strong back, over a soft heart.

Find out what people want to do, then tell them to do it. Theyll think youre a genius.

Conscience is like a pet: If you spoil it by too much attention itll start yipping at the most inopportune times.

If you forget your lines, you had better mumble with conviction.

The lower your decolletage, the less the need for conversation.

As a gentleman- assuming you still have some pretensions in that direction- of honor- again, perhaps presumptuous, but still supposing your passing acquaintance with the concept- it is your duty- I wont even trouble to speculate here, but remain naively hopeful- to protect those under your care.

Love shouldnt be comfortable.

No one ever fell in love gracefully.

“I want you cool and regal, earthy and impertinent, spoiling for a fight and abashed at your own temper. I want you flushed with exertion and rosy with sleep. I want you teasing and provocative, somber and thoughtful. I want every emotion, every mood, every year in a lifetime to come. I want you beside me, to encourage and argue with me, to help me and let me help you. I want to be your champion and lover, your mentor and student.”

“I love you, Ginesse. Dont you see? You are my Zerzura. You are my undiscovered country, both my hearts destination and journey. Gold and temples, jewels and gems dont hold one bit of your enticement. You are my Solomons mine, my uncharted empire. You are the only home I need to know, the only journey I want to take, the only treasure I would die to claim. You are exotic and familiar, opiate and tonic, hard conscience and sweet temptation. And now I have no more words to give you, Ginesse. I only have my heart, and you already own that.”