Ravi Singh Quotes

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“Oh, and don't tell them the only reason you started this project was because you fancied me. You know, think of a more noble reason. Don't feel bad, You couldn't help yourself, I'm ravishing, get it? Ravi - shing. Ravi Singh.”
Holly Jackson, A Good Girl's Guide to Murder

Holly  Jackson
“Now Pip had to save him back; that was her choice. And she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that it was the right one to make. Maybe the other choices she'd made hadn't been, maybe every decision up to this point had been wrong or bad, untraveled paths and other lives. This choice was the worst of them all, hurt the most, but it was right, it was good.”
Holly Jackson, As Good As Dead

“You're the maximum amount of Pipness that any Pip could be. I'm going to introduce you to my family this weekend as Pippus Maximus.”
Holly Jackson

“Don't feel bad. You couldn't help youserlf. I'm ravishing." he grinned. "Get it? Ravi-shing. Ravi Singh.”
Holly Jackson, A Good Girl's Guide to Murder

“I love you. I can’t... I can’t. You’re my Pip and I’m your Ravi. We’re a team. I don’t want this.”
Holly Jackson, As Good As Dead

“Great. Cool, really love that new motto, covers all bases. Yep. Cool. This is all fine.”
Holly Jackson, Good Girl, Bad Blood

“You should have just asked me. I know exactly who you are. And I Love her. I Love you. Oh, by the way, I said it first”
Holly Jackson, Good Girl, Bad Blood

“I love you. I can't..I can't. You're my Pip and I'm your Ravi. We're a team.”
Holly Jackson, A Good Girl'S Guide To Murder

“And maybe I’m selfish and maybe I’m a liar and maybe I’m reckless and obsessive and I’m OK with doing bad things when it’s me doing them and maybe I’m a hypocrite, and maybe none of that is good, but it feels good. It feels like me, and I hope you’re OK with all that because . . . I love you too.”
Holly Jackson, As Good As Dead

Holly  Jackson
“So five years ago, you and your husband were running the hotel?’ Ravi said.

The woman nodded and her eyes swayed over to him. ‘Very handsome,’ she said quietly, and then to Pip, ‘lucky girl.’

‘No, we’re not . . .’ Pip said, looking to Ravi. She wished she hadn’t. Out of the old lady’s wandering eyeline, he shimmied his shoulders excitedly and pointed to his face, mouthing ‘very handsome’ at Pip.

‘Would you like to sit down?’ the woman said, gesturing to a green-velvet sofa beneath a window. ‘I know I would.’ She shuffled over to a leather armchair facing the sofa.

Pip walked over, intentionally treading on Ravi’s foot as she passed. She sat down, knees pointed towards the woman, and Ravi slotted in beside her, still with that stupid grin on his face.”
Holly Jackson, A Good Girl's Guide to Murder