Rue Quotes

Rue Quote of the day

There's rosemary and rue. These keep Seeming and savor all the winter long. Grace and remembrance be to you.

With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad.

I have before suggested that a genuine blackguard is never without a pocket-handkerchief.

What the eye does not see, the heart does not rue

Do I rue a life wasted doing crosswords? Yes, but I do know the three-letter-word for regret.

He who assists the wicked will in time rue it.

I'm very hard to catch," says Rue. "And if they can't catch me, they can't kill me. So don't count me out.

She has good instincts, but wrong judgments. She'll rue the day.

There's no point in comforting words, in telling her she'll be all right. She's no fool. Her hand reaches out and I clutch it like a lifeline. As if it's me who's dying instead of Rue.

You can always count on your family to love you. And to betray you. And then to feel guilty about it.

Suddenly Saracen Rue looked old and tired, and Skulduggery Pleasant came into focus as what he really was – a genius, a killer, a tortured soul, and the only true dead man among them.

If anything attacked us, we could just panic at it until it went away.

I cannot love thee; thou 'rt worse than thy brother. Go, say thy prayers, child, and ask God's pardon. I doubt thy mother and I must rue that we ever reared thee!

I want to say unequivocally the Queen is magnificent. She is the enduring force, she is the glue that makes everyone feel good. She is beloved. I would rue the day when she may not be here.

And when the chickens that didn't hatch come home to roost, we will rue the day when, misled by sloppy accounting and rosy scenarios, we gave away the national nest egg.

Just as I came out into the rue, an omnibus came by - pas complet, so I sprang in, without that prayer and fasting which should chasten the mind before risking it in a French omnibus.

How did Rue end up on that stage with nothing but the wind offering to take her place?

Rue, who when you ask her what she loves most in the world, replies, of all things, “Music.

How do we not rue the many unchosen paths in life? A blessed lack of imagination. There are enough real glories along any path to swamp our meager ability to picture alternatives.

I did wonder if I'd have cause to rue my action. Now I believe it can safely be filed under Necessary Regrets.

I'm rambling again. Wandering off the point. But this is the true story of my wasted life...