Rambling Quotes

“If talk is cheap, then being silent is expensive. And many people it seems, can't afford to buy into it.”
― Anthony Liccione

“If I'm going to merely ramble, maybe I should just snuggle under the warm covers, think of Miu, and play with myself.”
― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

“Don't look at me for this. As stated I lack the necessary female equipment for wet nursery. And I once killed a cactus and Bubba's goldfish watching over them. No offense, I don't want to kill Malphas or find a toilet big enough to flush him. Come to think of it, I don't recall him eating anything around me. Ever. Last time he went down, he told me he wanted blood to heal, and I only do that for the Red Cross." Nick”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Instinct

“I don't even like the word ‘indoors’. It doesn’t make sense. According to you right now, by stepping through the doorway I’d be indoors. Yet I wouldn’t actually be standing in the doorway. If it’s supposed to refer to being inside a building, then they shouldn’t have used the word ‘door,’ since last time I checked, doors don’t make up every square inch of a building! And I’d assume that now, since I’m not indoors, you’d say I’m ‘out of doors’, right? But, shouldn’t out of doors just be everywhere that’s not directly under a door? You know what, from now on I insist that everyone refer to being in a building as being ‘under-roof’.”
― Natalie Bina, Vermilion Departure

“My lords, for more than half an hour you've not stopped questioning me about some fantastic story or other; one could in fact say that you're babbling, or rambling. By babbling, I mean, that you're talking nonsense; by rambling, that you're saying nothing at all.”
― Benvenuto Cellini, The Autobiography of Benvenuto Cellini

“and I know I was going somewhere with this, I just seem to have followed the sentence into a blind alley only to wake up later with a headache and my pockets empty of spare vocabulary. Again. Where was I when I lost you?”
― Isabel Pelech, Echoes of the Ancients

“Sometimes rambling could almost make things better, ease my quickening heartbeat with its own flurry of madness, brush aside the tendrils of the night in an assemblage of scattered words.

Even if they were the wrong words.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Peter

“I feel like I could do anything. The world is my oyster. If I ate oysters, which I don't. My family's vegetarian. But you know what I mean.”
― Maulik Pancholy, The Best at It

“He was gorgeous but in a devilish way."
"Gorgeous but devilish?" He heaved a sigh. "Can you be more descriptive? Hair and eye color. Weight. Height. Clothes."
"Leather jacket. Very worn. Boots. Also worn. His hair was tousled like he'd just got out of bed. It looked good on him. Sexy." I licked my lips, imagining Oliver in place of Garcia in my tropical island fantasy. "He was about the same height and build as you, but leaner. I don't think he spends as much time in the gym as you probably do..." I trailed off when Riswan shook his head. "Or not. It's nothing to do with me how much time you spend in the gym. Or don't. Or whether you even like gyms. Maybe you were born with biceps the size of watermelons---”
― Sara Desai, To Have and to Heist

“I assume you've got a weapon under that shirt, although it's tight enough to see every ripple of your abs and I don't see a holster, but maybe you've got a low-profile holster, or maybe the gun is in your pocket, or under your jeans..." Stop. Stop. But I was in the spiral and the only way out was down. "I meant on your ankle under your jeans and not under your zipper part of your jeans because I wasn't looking there. At all.”
― Sara Desai, To Have and to Heist

“So Glinda was telling us how you’re trying to find out about someone getting kicked out of Penhaven, and I was telling her that I dated this girl who works in the records department. Her name was Sara, and she was really nice, but she was also a Pisces, and I’m a Leo, so—”
“You can skip that bit,” Gwyn told her, laying a hand on her arm, “much as it did enhance the original story.”
― Erin Sterling, The Kiss Curse

“Dane?” He lifts his bear head, sad brown eyes hitting me right in the soul. So much sorrow. “Are you okay, big guy? Do you want a hug? Or maybe some berries? Bears like berries, right? I’ll buy you the biggest bag of blackberries I can find if you come back to me in human form.”
― Rory Miles, Shadow Slayer

“Roses are beautiful. Classic. Refined. But then they've got this whole other side of them that sort of counteracts all that. Like, they can grow pretty wild. They're tough and thorny. You have to be careful with them because of how fragile they can be, but you'd be surprised how much they can withstand, too."
Rose stepped out of the tunnel, no barrier between her and Hart anymore. She liked hearing him describe a rose. And as his eyes gleamed with a warm playfulness, it was easy to believe that he wasn't just talking about a flower anymore. "Sorry," he said. "Rambling about rambling roses."
Rose bit her lip to keep from smiling. Corny--- his own word. But she liked it. She cupped a pale pink bloom in her hands, her thumbs brushing its countless velvety folds, like pushing back the fur on a sheepdog's face. She tipped her nose to its center and breathed in deep. Musky. Earthy. Like a soothing dark tea.”
― Goldy Moldavsky, Of Earthly Delights

“Even in its current, neglected state, I can see that the garden is meant to be rambling and informal--- a cottage garden. Ribbons of pea-gravel pathways curl around funny little hills of mounded land. The mounds are mostly overtaken by massive tufts of crabgrass, but here and there, sprays of tulips and daffodils push up from long-buried bulbs and speckle the small hills with color. As Adam and I walk around, I breathe in the bouquet of flowers that I will find below the weeds--- dahlias, cosmos, daisies, peonies. The old brick walls are nearly entirely hidden within thick, tangled coats of honeysuckle and rock rose.”
― Meg Donohue, The Memory Gardener