Rosie QUOTES

1 " Mama!' Rosie tugged on my shirt. 'This broccoli is tasty and wonderful'. "

2 " Just then a familiar voiced spoke right in to Stephens’s ear which startled him as his eyes once again began slowly opening. “Don’t try to move or talk you two, not that you could if you wanted to anyway.” It was Bob inches away from his face and he sounded very different now, his voice was low and threatening and his eyes were unsmiling and cold. “Very soon you will be gone and there will be no trace of any of you here, or us for that matter.” He felt Bob go through his pockets until eventually he saw that he had pulled his van keys out of his pocket. Stephen looked around for his baby and he could see the others passing a sleeping Rosie clutching Roo and her dummy to the goblin like creatures. They grabbed her with their long thin hands with talon like fingers and then began sniffing her like animals that smelt out the prey. Bob saw him looking at them walking off with Rosie. “Don’t worry Stephen. The sproggers will care for her” Bob told him before letting out a spine shivering sinister laugh. "

― Gary Peeling

3 " The morning was brisk and the coffee was hot and roasted with little gurgles in the room. Rosie hadn’t moved, but she let out a tiny snore every now and again that made everything perfect. "

― Ruth McLeod-Kearns , Blood Mother

4 " Everyone has a destiny. Rosie told me that. A future that already exists – hidden from us but still there, in the future – and each thing that happens to us, each choice we make, each person in our life takes us closer to it. "

5 " Rosie loved Tom. Rosie had always loved Tom and, although she was unable to measure " always" in terms of years and months, this made perfect sense to her. Their love was not constrained by the mortal bonds of time; it was eternal, ageless and ancient beyond all recollection and record. "

6 " It occurred to Rosie that she couldn't hide either, even though the truth had been hidden from her. Now she was out from the shadows, out in the open for the first time in her life, standing in the harsh light. "

― Denny Taylor , Rosie's Umbrella

7 " Such a tough life. This is not the easy way." " No," Penn agreed, " but I'm not sure easy is what I want for the kids anyway." She looked up at him. " Why the hell not?" " I mean, if we could have everything, sure. If we can have it all, yeah. I wish them easy, successful, fun-filled lives, crowned with good friends, attentive lovers, heaps of money, intellectual stimulation, and good views out the window. I wish them eternal beauty, international travel, and smart things to watch on tv. But if I can't have everything, if I only get a few, I'm not sure easy makes my wish list." " Really?" " Easy is nice. But its not as good as getting to be who you are or stand up for what you believe in," said Penn. " Easy is nice. But I wonder how often it leads to fulfilling work or partnership or being." " Easy probably rules out having children," Rosie admitted. " Having children, helping people, making art, inventing anything, leading the way, tackling the world's problems, overcoming your own. I don't know. Not much of what I value in our lives is easy. But there's not much of it I'd trade for easy either, I don't think. "

8 " Am I on your page?" Jesse asked.Rosie knew Jesse liked her, loved her, maybe, but this was not about that." Yes," Rosie said, making eye contact with Jesse. " How could you not be on my page? ... (But) even though we are on the same page, we see the page differently," Rosie had continued, enjoying the moment, " my page -- which I admit you are on -- is not the page that you think you are on. You will never see the page the same as me. You cannot look through my eyes and see what I see. "

9 " Prue’s attention stayed on their joined hands. “What does it feel like to be touched by a man, Rosie?”
The madam grew serious. “I’ve worked in a tavern for many years, honey. It’s been a long time since I was young and innocent like you.”
“Please, Rosie,” Prue begged. “Tell me what it was like before you came to work at the tavern. Were you ever with a man?”
Rosie nodded. “I was, Prue.”
“What was it like?”
Tears welled in the madam’s eye’s, long ago memories returning to her. “It was the most wondrous pleasure you could ever imagine.”
Hearing a knock on the door, Rosie quickly wiped away her tears.
“W-who is it?”

-from Mistress of Purity "

― Faye Hall

10 " The closest I’d ever got to seeing a naked woman before was black and white cleavage, and then Rosie tossed her clothes in a corner just like they were getting in the way and spun around in the dim light of Number 16, palms up, luminous, laughing, almost close enough to touch. The thought still knocks the wind out of me. I was too young even to know what I wanted to do about her, I just knew nothing in the World, not the Mona Lisa walking through the Grand Canyon with the Holy Grail in one hand and a winning lotto ticket in the other, was ever going to be that beautiful. "

― Tana French , Faithful Place (Dublin Murder Squad, #3)

11 " A girl about her own age reached out and took hold of her hand. The girl was tall and thin. She had long black hair streaked with red, and the whites of her green eyes stood out against the black coal dust that covered her face. Her blue and white dress hung in tatters, and was blackened by coal dust and smeared with blood. The girl smiled and Rosie could see that in her other hand she was holding her red umbrella. "

― Denny Taylor , Rosie's Umbrella

12 " Nowdays, Rosie the Rivetere was a former soccer mom who had just opened her own catering business when Last Night came down and her husband and kids were eaten by a parking attendant at the local megamall’s discount- appliance emporium. "

― Colson Whitehead , Zone One

13 " 'Feminist comedy,' practically an oxymoron, had a couple of good years after WWII. Chalk it up to the forced female autonomy that occurred during wartime, when Rosie the Riveter went to work in the factories, constructing the Allies' war machines while taking charge of the finances, the home, and the children. "