Lucy Heartfilia Quotes

#1. There's nothing happy about having your fate decided for you! You have to grab your own happiness! #Quote by Hiro Mashima

#2. But they feel pain! They have feelings! And yet you call yourself a Celestial Spirit Mage? #Quote by Hiro Mashima

#3. It's not a sin! Caring for your friends feelings is not a sin! If you disappear, then Aries, myself, and everyone here will be filled with sadness! You won't be repenting your sin that way! #Quote by Hiro Mashima

#4. I don't want ... to run away by myself ... because no matter what ... I'd rather be together with everyone ... #Quote by Hiro Mashima

#5. My dick instantly springs to life inside my jeans. I can't help it. When Lucy gets fired up, I get turned on. It's like some Pavlov's dog shit. #Quote by Tara Sivec

#6. Your personal life is something that's gonna last forever, and your career in stage, film, television, whatever, is not necessarily going to do that, so to keep the two separate's a very good thing. #Quote by Lucy Griffiths

#7. There's a characteristically brilliant Peanuts strip which opens with Linus sitting on the living-room floor, anxiously clutching his mouth. Lucy enters and asks what's wrong. "I'm aware of my tongue," he explains. "It's an awful feeling! Every now and then I become aware that I have a tongue inside my mouth, and then it starts to feel lumped up... I cant's help it... I can't put it out of my mind... I keep thinking about where my tongue would be if I weren't thinking about it, and then I can feel it sort of pressing against my teeth."

Loudly declaring this the dumbest thing she's ever heard, Lucy scowls away. But a few steps down the corridor, she stops dead in her tracks. She clutches her own mouth. Suddenly she's aware of her tongue too. She runs back and chases him round the room, shouting, "You blockhead!" with her gigantic booming gob.

Occasionally, late at night, while I'm trying to sleep and failing, I experience someting similar - except instead of being aware of my tongue, I'm aware of my entire body, the entire world, and the whole of reality itself. It's like waking from a dream, or a light going on, or a giant "YOU ARE HERE" sign appearing in the sky. The mere fact that I'm actually real and actually breathing suddenly hits me in the head with a thwack. It leaves me giddy. It causes a brief surge of clammy, bubbling anxiety, like the opening stages of a panic attack. The moment soon passes, but while it lasts it's strangely terrifying. #Quote by Charlie Brooker

#8. Those whose hearts are pure are temples of the Holy Spirit. #Quote by Saint Lucy

#9. When Frieda, Trude, Lucy, and I walked to work, the German children hooted at us: "Jewish swine!" In town, the shopkeepers would not even sell us a beer. I wrote to Mama that Osterburg was a friendly town. #Quote by Edith Hahn Beer

#10. It's hard to imagine talking to Lucy. But I can imagine sleeping with her. I have been imagining it quite regularly. I can't stop imagining it. Maybe it's time for my first Lucy Branch, my first truly physical relationship. And why do I assume it would be a bad thing? Maybe it's better with someone different from you. I could teach her how fluorocarbons affect the ozone. She could teach me about oral sex.
We would both become better people. #Quote by Blake Nelson

#11. I was lucky enough to grow up in a home where I woke up Christmas morning and had toys. I know that's not the case with all people and I don't think kids should go without experiencing that sort of joy. #Quote by Lucy Hale

#12. So yes, the roles are getting more and more like me. But that's because Xena was so entirely unlike me. Most people aren't really aware of that. #Quote by Lucy Lawless

#13. Her eyes went so wide they nearly bulged. It was probably wrong of me to find that amusing. Or to want to take a photo of Nicholas with his fangs out and wearing a black cape lined with red satin and then hang it over my pillow in a heart-shaped frame. #Quote by Alyxandra Harvey

#14. I thought you didn't want to let me go. #Quote by Lucy Christopher

#15. We must have ideals and try to live up to them, even if we never quite succeed. Life would be a sorry business without them. With them it's grand and great. #Quote by Lucy Maud Montgomery

#16. How would she find her herd? How would she find you? #Quote by Lucy Christopher

#17. How could one doubt that the order in which one was picked for the softball team was anything but concurrent with the order in which Life would be handing out favors? #Quote by Lucy Grealy

#18. The first time I tongue you into coming, it's going to be an apology. The second time will be a reward for waiting." He fell to his knees and took his first intoxicating taste of Lucy. A growl worked its way free of his chest. "The third time is going to be because I fucking love to hear you scream. #Quote by Tessa Bailey

#19. How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view, #Quote by Lucy Maud Montgomery

#20. Lucy settled into August's kitchen as if they were a family. #Quote by Susan Richards Shreve

#21. I definitely used to lie about my age. I'm from Tennessee and everyone would vacation in Destin, Florida, where there are lots of cute guys. I would go with my older sister and lie about my age to them. #Quote by Lucy Hale

#22. Both the velodrome and the Commonwealth swimming pool are open to the public and are frequently used by local schools and the local community. Over the last six years young people have been inspired to take up swimming and cycling more seriously; some of them are now coming through as Olympic champions or hopefuls. #Quote by Lucy Powell

#23. Summer days, and the flat water meadows and the blue hills in the distance, and the willows up the backwater and the pools underneath like a kind of deep green glass. Summer evenings, the fish breaking the water, the nightjars hawking round your head, the smell of nightstocks and latakia. Don't mistake what I'm talking about. It's not that I'm trying to put across any of that poetry of childhood stuff. I know that's all baloney. Old Porteous (a friend of mine, a retired schoolmaster, I'll tell you about him later) is great on the poetry of childhood. Sometimes he reads me stuff about it out of books. Wordsworth. Lucy Gray. There was a time when meadow, grove, and all that. Needless to say he's got no kids of his own. The truth is that kids aren't in any way poetic, they're merely savage little animals, except that no animal is a quarter as selfish.

A boy isn't interested in meadows, groves, and so forth. He never looks at a landscape, doesn'tgive a damn for flowers, and unless they affect him in some way, such as being good to eat, he doesn't know one plant from another. Killing things - that's about as near to poetry as a boy gets. And yet all the while there's that peculiar intensity, the power of longing for things as you can't long when you're grown up, and the feeling that time stretches out and out in front of you and that whatever you're doing you could go on for ever. #Quote by George Orwell

#24. It's so much fun playing Ling, but I have this fear that people are going to run away from me in terror on the streets. They think I'm going to bite their heads off or something. #Quote by Lucy Liu

#25. It's great to do commercial movies; they are fun. You're doing stunts, you are running around, there is a lot of money involved in the production; there are incredible sets and designs. #Quote by Lucy Liu

#26. They shouted, "Eustace! Eustace! Coo-ee!" till they were hoarse and Caspian blew his horn.
"He's nowhere near or he'd have heard that," said Lucy with a white face.
"Confound the fellow," said Edmund. "What on earth did he want to slink away like this for?"
"But we must do something," said Lucy. "He may have got lost, or fallen into a hole, or been captured by savages."
"Or killed by wild beasts," said Drinian.
"And a good riddance if he has, I say," muttered Rhince.
"Master Rhince," said Reepicheep, "you never spoke a word that became you less. The creature is no friend of mine but he is of the Queen's blood, and while he is one of our fellowship it concerns our honor to find him and to avenge him if he is dead."
"Of course we've got to find him (if we can)," said Caspian wearily. "That's the nuisance of it. It means a search party and endless trouble. Bother Eustace. #Quote by C.S. Lewis

#27. Animals were both the lives I took care of and the lives who took care of me. #Quote by Lucy Grealy

#28. Ty?" I said, trying out your name, liking the way it sounded. "So what's it like anyway? Australia?"
You smiled then, and your whole face changed with it. It kind of lit up, like there were sunbeams coming from inside you.
"You'll find out," you said. #Quote by Lucy Christopher

#29. I had started calling her Lucy shortly after we met; I didn't like the name Lucille. That's how our television show was called I Love Lucy, not Lucille. #Quote by Desi Arnaz

#30. Fluctuat nec mergitur."
"Is that Latin?"
"Yes. It's the motto of Paris--something like, Tossed but not sunk. The French translate it a bit more prettily--She is tossed by the waves but she does not sink." Then he looked at me. "We've all been tossed by the waves, haven't we, little 'un? The t-trick is not to sink... #Quote by Lucy Strange

#31. For us political activists and candidates, the morning after any election is a mix of emotions - the personal and the immediate, the culmination of your own recent campaigning efforts; and the fortunes of your party and the success or otherwise of what you stand for and believe in. #Quote by Lucy Powell

#32. She could remember feeling that disorienting first rush of love, as bright and light as if no one else had ever felt it, as if you were looking down into the ultimate pool of emotional revelation. She also remembered how stupid it made you. #Quote by Lucy Dillon

#33. Looking down at his feet, he murmured, "We came to see Lucy because I don't want her to hate me."
"So? Do you hate me?" he asked Lucy, his arm tightening around my leg as he waited for his answer.
"Nope."
"Not even a little?"
"Not even a little. In fact, I'm very happy to see you again."
Happy with the answers he was getting, Aiden let go of my leg and stood in front of Lucy. "You are?"
"Yes. I was worried about you after I left, so it's good to see you here, standing strong."
Charmed by her, Aiden threw his arms around her neck and awkwardly hugged her. "I don't hate you either. I promise. Not like my dad does."
That earned me another look.
Oh, the joys of having a very honest five-year-old. #Quote by Ella Maise

#34. You have to e-mail me every day," Lucy demanded. She threw a macaroon at my head to illustrate the seriousness of her request.
I ducked it easily. "You too." I tossed one back at her, missed, and hit Nicholas in the temple.
"Ow," he said mildly. #Quote by Alyxandra Harvey

#35. Bloody Americans. Why did they have to DATE? Why couldn't they just spend their time ignoring each other, like the English? If he'd stayed in London he would never have met anyone. he'd be alone and unhappy, like me, but at least he wouldn't be DATING. #Quote by Lucy Robinson

#36. Christa's barely able to stand," I argued. "And she doesn't have any battle training, so get out of here already."
Christabel propped herself up on Conner's shoulder. "I'm fine," she said thickly, too sleepy to enunciate. "Give me a stake."
"You're lisping," I pointed out.
"So maybe I have a lisp," she insisted. "It's rude of you to make fun of me."
I exchange a glance with Connor. "Definitely related to Lucy," we said in unison. #Quote by Alyxandra Harvey

#37. He drained a bar dry last night and is managing to speak in iambic pentameter. I have two glasses of wine with dinner and I can barely decipher the TV Guide the next day. I'm so freaking old." "Join #Quote by Lucy Parker

#38. This year wasn't like any before it, I learned more about myself and life an even love than I have in the entire seventeen years before. I learned I'm not the piece of shit everyone likes to believe I am. The piece of shit I believed I was. Someone told me that again and again and again, and it took me the better part of the year, but I think I finally believe her. Because I don't need to believe where I've been is where I'm headed. And I don't need to believe that one tragedy can shape the future. Only I can do that. I see that now. I also know that in the process of me learning this, the person who taught it to me lost her belief in me, and maybe even herself, and the whole damn world. I could go to jail a million times and nothing would be worse than what I did to her. She taught me how to love-she even gave me chance after chance to show her I was capable of it. And I failed her every time. I love you, Lucy Larson. And I'm sorry I had to ruin everything we had to recognize that. And I get why I lost you and I'll never get you back. You save me, Lucy, and I didn't return the favor. And I'm sorry, I just wanted you to know. #Quote by Nicole Williams

#39. Wow," he says, looking around. "You've redecorated."
"When was the last time you were in here?" I search my memory, browsing through images of a much smaller, shaggy-haired Ryder in my room. Eight, maybe nine?
"It's been a while, I guess." He moves over to my mirror, framed with photos that I've tacked up haphazardly on the white wicker frame. Mostly me, Morgan, and Lucy in various posed and candid shots. One of Morgan, just after being crowned Miss Teen Lafayette Country. A couple of the entire cheerleading squad at cheer camp.
I see his gaze linger on one picture in the top right corner. Curious, I move closer, till I can see the photo in question. It was taken on vacation--Fort Walton Beach, at the Goofy Golf--several years ago. Nan and I are standing under the green T-Rex with our arms thrown around each other. Ryder is beside us, leaning on a golf club. He's clearly in the middle of a growth spurt, because he looks all skinny and stretched out. I'd guess we're about twelve.
If you look through our family photo albums, you'll probably find a million pictures that include Ryder. But this is the only one of him in my room. I'd kind of forgotten about it.
But now…I'm glad it's here.
"Look how skinny I was," he says.
"Look how chubby I was," I shoot back, noting my round face.
"You were not chubby. You were cute. In that, you know, awkward years kind of way."
"Thanks. I think. #Quote by Kristi Cook

#40. Lucy is a name for a child. If you ever truly want to make it in the world, you should go by Lucille." "Noted. If you ever want to be the life of the party, you should consider the nickname Graham Cracker. #Quote by Brittainy C. Cherry

#41. my sweet old etcetera
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what everybody was fighting

for,
my sister

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(and
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mention shirts fleaproof earwarmers

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mother hoped that

i would die etcetera
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to become hoarse talking about how it was
a privilege and if only he
could meanwhile my

self etcetera lay quietly
in the deep mud et

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(dreaming,
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Your smile
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#42. And knew without doubt that I was living in a story Kafka would have been proud to write. #Quote by Lucy Grealy