Rescued Quotes

“When you let go of control and commit yourself to happiness, it is so easy to offer compassion and forgiveness. This propels you from the past, into the present. People that are negative, spend so much time trying to control situations and blame others for their problems. Committing yourself to staying positive is a daily mantra that states, “I have control over how I plan to react, feel, think and believe in the present. No one guides the tone of my life, except me!”
― Shannon L. Alder

“And in the middle of them, with filthy body, matted hair and unwiped nose, Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of mans heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.”
― William Golding, Lord of the Flies

“The faeries took no notice of my cry. No doubt they were used to lost travelers screaming for help. One of them grabbed me by my cloak and wrenched me painfully back and forth, like an animal wishing to drag me to the ground. But I did not need to call for Wendell again.
He stepped out from behind a tree---or perhaps from the tree; I didn't see. He reached a hand out and snapped the neck of the faerie gripping me, which I had not expected, and I staggered back from both him and the crumpling body. He saw the mark on my neck, and his entire face darkened with something that seemed to go beyond fury and made him look like some feral creature. The faeries scattered like leaves, though they were too intrigued and too stupid to run.
"Are you hurt?"
"No." I don't know how I made myself speak. I have seen Wendell angry before, but this was something that seemed to surge through him like lightning, threatening to burn everything in its path.
He moved his hand, and a hideous tree rose up from the snow, dark and terrifying, all thorns and knife-sharp branches. The boughs darted out, and he skewered the faeries on them. Once they were all immobilized, held squirming and screaming above the ground, he moved from one to the other, tearing them apart with perfect, calm brutality. Limbs, hearts, other organs I did not recognize scattered the snow. He did not rush, but killed them methodically while the others howled and writhed.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“When a soul is saved, raised up out of the black abyss of despair, it never means as much to anyone else as it does to the one rescued.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year

“Touch me. Kiss me. I want you. I’ve never done it just for my pleasure, just for fun.”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“But there is also something inherently shameful in the rescuer-rescued relationship - the humiliation of being reduced to depending on another person for survival - and that shame expresses itself and resentment toward rescuers… Gratitude is what makes you hate someone.”
― Dara Horn, People Love Dead Jews: Reports from a Haunted Present

“When she was free, the whale didn’t rush out to sea. Instead, she swam around and around her rescuers in joyous circles. The whale came up to each and every diver one at a time. She nudged them, pushed them gently -– maybe as her way of thanking them. What else could it have been?
Several of the rescuers wept and later said it was the most incredibly beautiful moment of their lives.
They said they would never be the same after the experience.
And that is the best story I’ve heard to explain how it feels when you do a good deed and help somebody. You’ll never be the same after the experience.”
― James Patterson, James Patterson by James Patterson: The Stories of My Life

“Careful. I don’t want to have to do that again. Your veins are hard to find. You’d make a great pincushion for any trainee phlebotomist.”
“Gee, thanks,” I muttered, rolling my eyes. “I’ve always wanted to be someone’s guinea pig.”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“What’s the story with you and that blonde woman?” I asked after a moment.
“Sienna is my partner—I make a point of not mixing work and pleasure. It doesn’t go down well when things turn… pear-shaped.”
“Fair enough, I guess.”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“Well, it’s not swollen,” he stated, rewrapping the bandage, “or bleeding or leaking, so I think it’s okay.”
“I know. I’m training to be a nurse,” I replied. “Thanks though.”
“Explains the curiosity and attitude.”
“What?” I snapped.
“I’m a trainee paramedic.”
“Oh.” I looked away, chewing my lower lip. “Right.”
“There’s a sense of rivalry between Emergency Medical Technicians, paramedics, and nurses—I don’t know the reason behind it.”
“I know.”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“If you can’t pay the bill, I’ll pay it for you.”
“Thanks,” I said, and turned my head to the side. “But in exchange for what?”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“Sometimes life has to strip us in order to save us.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Of all the ways that God could show up, He showed up by coming down. Therefore, despite the shortness of my reach it is never outside the length of His grasp.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Perhaps you could just allow yourself to be rescued,' Cardan says. 'For once.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“I couldn’t help but scream. Xuan reached for my hand and grabbed it tightly.
“Cassie, look at me. It’ll be okay. I promise you, we’ll make it through this. Together.”
I nodded. “Together,” I repeated with a shaky voice.
I remember the water. I remember screaming as the vehicle ricocheted forward, then down again, and the guardrail gave way, sending the vehicle toward the edge. Then the metal gave out and we were falling.”
― Kayla Cunningham

“Throw the offerings!"
Agnes and her husband had returned--- I could just make them out, clambering unsteadily down the hillside with their lanterns raised. In an act of ill-advised and entirely undeserved kindness, they had gathered up a handful of villagers to ride to the rescue of the idiot scholars who had tangled with the most fearsome of the local Folk, despite their warnings. A strangled sound escaped me, something between a sob and laugh.
"Get back!" Eichorn shouted at the villagers. Rose was clambering to his feet, wheezing, for the fauns had released him to snatch at the "offerings" tossed their way by the villagers. I would have expected bloody hunks of meat, but instead, ludicrously, they seemed to be throwing vegetables--- carrots and onions, predominantly.
How did it happen? The scene is a blur of noise and movement, to my memory. I believe I was laughing at the time--- yes, laughing. The image of those nightmarish beasts appeased by a hail of carrots was too much for my frayed composure, and for a moment it seemed this would become another story I told at conferences or to rouse a laugh from my students. For the Folk are terrible indeed, monsters or tyrants or both, but are they not also ridiculous? Whether they be violent beasts distracted by vegetables, or creatures powerful enough to spin straw into gold, which they will happily exchange for a simple necklace, or a great king overthrown by his own cloak, there is a thread of the absurd weaving through all faerie stories, to which the Folk themselves are utterly oblivious.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“I was calling you earlier when your name and number flashed up on my cell’s screen. But instead of it being you, it was Chris.”
“You still have my number programed into your phone?”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“Are you Colt?” he muttered, coming to stand in front of me.
“Yeah.”
“I want an hour.”
“Two-fifty now, two-fifty later,”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“Okay… what do I have to do?”
“What’s your name?”
“Colt.”
“You don’t want to get mixed up in this shit, Colt. It’s dangerous, in more ways than one.” He turned and began walking again.
“No, I don’t want to,” I breathed, jogging to keep up with his long strides. “I have to… I don’t have much of a choice.”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“You saved me, again.” I glanced around, thankful no one was around or they would have been staring. I felt so stupid in his arms. Small, weak, and klutzy.
The side of Brett’s mouth quirked as his brows pulled together. “Again?”
“Last night,” I murmured, looking back at him as he set me down beside him. “You’re like a knight—always there when I need you.”
“I’m no knight, Colt. Far from it—you know that.”
”Robin Hood, then.”
He chuckled.”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“Oh yeah, and how do I know that? Because from where I stand, if you hadn’t stepped in, I think he might have.”
He laughed. “Damien doesn’t even know what he’s doing. He spiked your drink because he was nervous—why do you think he backed down so easily?”
“So that makes it all okay, does it?” I snapped. “Because he was too nervous to get laid for the first time the simple, safe way? That’s petty and sick...” Then something occurred to me. “But why me?”
Brett dropped his gaze to his tan suede hiking boots. He paused and tapped a toe against the linoleum.
“Brett?” I snapped, knowing he was keeping something from me.
“I may have suggested he talk to you,” he murmured.
“What? Oh for fuck’s sake!”
“Damien wouldn’t have hurt you, Colt.”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“You should have followed me out! That guy could have just as easily taken advantage of me, Brett!”
“Exactly why I’m here now, making sure you’re okay.”
“Too bad if Chris ended up dragging me off to a gutter instead of a hospital then, huh?”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“I was denying myself. I knew, but… I was faced with the past again, you know. To admit that I liked you, I had to also admit that I’m gay, and while I don’t have a problem with that…” He trailed off, sighing as he shook his head. “It’s confusing.”
“No, it’s not.” I took his hand and twined our fingers. For some reason, it felt familiar. “You don’t want to be the gay kid who made his father crash, but by admitting you like me, you had to face your past… like I do every day.”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“Do you visit all your patients?” I asked, peeking up at him.
He chuckled, and slid behind the nurses’ station. He paused in the doorway of the stockroom, then turned. “Only the really special ones,” he murmured, chocolate gaze sparkling as he winked and entered the supply room.”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“I'm an All-Point Bulletin
--alerting and alarming--
Both sides of town line.”
― Leslie Connor, Dead on Town Line

“Rescued,
Restored,
Rededicated.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“It's not every girl who gets rescued from prison by the dashing Son of Zorro”
― Mary Miley, Silent Murders

“Teaching the value of animals to our young people is the most important thing any adult can do."

“You cannot bully us around just because you think you are better or stronger. We are all special and awesome in our own ways!”

“…most of the kids today have no idea how great their futures can be.”
― C.J. Ma, Animal Rescuers

“Don’t come and rescue me out of this mess.”
― H.C. Roberts, Harp and the Lyre: Exposed

“She pulls off the mask and her beautiful face warms you inside. Too bad she's frowning. "You have hypothermia," she says. "I'll get some blankets to warm you."
"Best cure for hypothermia is skin-to-skin contact." Your words come stronger now because Simi is here, and she's real and her tears are deliciously hot and they remind you of other places that can be hot and hopefully she'll take you to bed so you can hold her and make the cold go away. "I think you should take off our clothes and lie on top of me.”
― Sara Desai, To Have and to Heist