Top 90 Bobby Underwood Quotes (2024 Update)
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51. “Some places, such as Paris, have a magic best experienced for brief periods so the romantic feeling doesn’t become tainted by a day to day reality. But Mykonos was different in that respect. Mykonos made you long for the restful, happy day to day reality of life on the Greek island, and it was the brief visits that tortured the soul. Paris was a romantic respite from life, Mykonos was life itself, and living. I understood why Susan had made a home for herself on Mykonos.”

— Bobby Underwood

52. “I packed up the office files, then swung by the apartment to pay up my rent and let the sour-faced old bat who collected it know I was moving out. She didn’t seem heartbroken.”

— Bobby Underwood

53. “All families were like that, with their private damage they kept among themselves, ghosts they lived with that only other family members knew about.”

— Bobby Underwood

54. “I’d sought out these lonely roads because I was hurt and lonely, and that’s what the hurt and lonely do; seek out a place far from people, far from the happiness which is painfully just out of their reach. For those rejected by love, chewed up by romance and spit out like unwanted seeds in a flavorful melon, the night is a sanctuary, a trusted friend. The darkness comforted you, placed an unseen arm around your shoulder so you wouldn’t be alone in your misery.”

— Bobby Underwood

55. “I’d never had to kill anyone. Maybe I still hadn’t. What I’d killed wasn’t human, but I had learned something very valuable. Whoever they were, wherever they were from, and whatever they wanted here in Nautica City, they were not immortal. They could die, just like we could.”

— Bobby Underwood

56. “Even in this state, after what had been done to her, she was beautiful. Behind the pain in her eyes lived spring, if they hadn’t crushed it into a permanent winter.” – Night Run.”

— Bobby Underwood

57. “The colder and more crass the world has become, the more it scoffs at love at first sight. Popular television shows which would have made your grandmother puke, blockbuster movies so banal, vulgar, unfunny and shallow that only the brain-dead could find enjoyment in them, and best-selling fiction featuring either graphic descriptions of brutal, stomach-churning violence, or sexual depravity that drew no lines, had become completely acceptable, even the norm in our desensitized society.”

— Bobby Underwood

58. “Manners hadn’t been whistling Dixie about the disturbances in the cottage, however. He seemed like a stand-up guy, even good enough to warn me about the house before I’d forked over the cash. He was probably right about Johnny, and probably Deanna too, at least up to the point where she’d jumped. Boy was he in for a shock!”

— Bobby Underwood

59. “When Candida blew, she’d really blew, so the falling debris had mostly been too small to do any real damage to the rest of the boats in the marina. Other than a few minor cuts and bruises suffered by those folks stupid enough to look up at the sky and wait for it to rain wood and fiberglass and aluminum down on them rather than run for cover, no one had been hurt; no one ever said being able to afford a boat and marina fees made a person smart.”

— Bobby Underwood

60. “I hadn’t seen Krista Wallace for several years and the emotions it stirred when I did set eyes on her again surprised me. We had been a summer fling on the beaches of Ecuador, a brief yet sweet encounter before my intoxicating affair with Josselyn began. Perhaps the intensity of the latter had unfairly overshadowed the former.”

— Bobby Underwood

61. “As such things have a tendency to do it got out of hand in the worst way, resulting in the rather gruesome death of Maggie Potter – no relation to Harry.”

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62. “The human heart buries memories of love, files them away somewhere when they don’t work out, because it hurts too much to remember feelings that you have little hope of recapturing. The truth is, you never recapture those exact feelings anyway, because love is different every time you feel it. But the head knows this, not the heart. So the heart buries them deep.”

— Bobby Underwood

63. “I held her in my arms and rocked her back and forth. I cried until I threw up. Then I went back to rocking my darling again, weeping beneath the early morning Mexican sun.”

— Bobby Underwood

64. “They were kidding each other, a camaraderie which probably had its beginnings during the fight. It was like that sometimes.”

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65. “Finally he turned to me, his eyes shifting from compassion to business in a heartbeat. “You didn’t bring me out here for that, you must need something. Who exactly are you, and how are you playing this?”

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66. “Her faith in him to protect her warmed his heart on one hand, and worried him on the other; how could he protect any of them from what he could not see, much less explain?”

— Bobby Underwood

67. “It would be easy to say that I skipped Chicago for Miami after the war ended because Pete and I were such good pals and I’d had such a great time there on leave. But in truth I decided to stay on in Miami because of Veronica Lake.”

— Bobby Underwood

68. “Every story, no matter how different, was about her; except I got to write the happy ending I didn’t get to live.”

— Bobby Underwood

69. “Like all romantics, I wanted the kind of love that didn’t exist in this world, at least not in my time. It had once upon a time, but it had faded like the final scene of a black and white movie long ago, never to return.”

— Bobby Underwood

70. “Something about the way he had avoided looking directly at me despite his gracious manner made me think he could go from funny to dangerous in the blink of an eye.”

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71. “Romantic love, a soulmate, was a concept too old-fashioned for the modern world. It was a concept beyond the capacity of hearts hardened so thoroughly that armor-piercing bullets could no longer penetrate them.”

— Bobby Underwood

72. “It was raining so hard on that lonely stretch of rural Illinois backroad that I couldn’t see the painted white lines on the worn cracked asphalt.”

— Bobby Underwood

73. “The tattoo craze had begun with the young and now it was simply part of a culture which got less substantive day-by-day. They wanted to be different, unique, differentiating themselves from each other, and in doing so had all become the same.”

— Bobby Underwood

74. “We passed close to the docked cruise ships, Temptation and Fascination. Cruise ships are never named Discontent or Exasperation.”

— Bobby Underwood

75. “I wondered not for the first time what it was about Spanish churches that gave them a reverence often lacking in others. Was it because those who attended them were usually poor, and more reliant on faith to see them through? Was it the symbols which gave parishioners a reminder of faith rewarded?”

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76. “Despite the devastation and death around us, and the uncertain future which lie ahead, I could not remember ever being as happy as the moment I officially became Sarah’s Dad.”

— Bobby Underwood

77. “When politicians continually campaign on saving something, that’s when you can be absolutely certain of its demise.”

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78. “Wyn could never be afraid of death, because he had already died, that night, so long ago.”

— Bobby Underwood

79. “I was disappointed and relieved at the same time; disappointed because I’d wanted to meet Eddie face to face, get a bead on how all the pieces I had so far tied together; relieved because if Eddie only wanted to give me a message, we weren’t at the shooting stage yet. An incurable case of lead poisoning might come later.”

— Bobby Underwood

80. “In his opinion they were hypocrites who conveniently forgot their peaceful town was only peaceful because someone with a gun had tamed it, and someone with a gun kept it that way.”

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81. “Bad things seem to happen when you’re around, don’t they, Halliday?”

— Bobby Underwood

82. “It humbled me to be living out of my car by design, but the thought of living in a cardboard shelter in some alley, or sleeping on a park bench at night frightened me. We never realize how little separates each of us from the gutter until we’re up against it ourselves.”

— Bobby Underwood

83. “I took the photos with me and heard Lucija making the call. As I closed the door behind me, I caught the scent of death from the patio, carried on the breeze moving the branches of the olive trees.”

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84. “Ellen’s smile was like a lighthouse beacon, guiding me away from the war. There was something happening, and it felt natural, as though it was always going to happen, someday.”

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85. “What happened on that tiny island off the coast of Cuba called Flowering Cay at times seems like a half-remembered dream, one of those groggy remembrances that you’re never quite certain you didn’t just imagine. Other times I can recall it with such clarity it is as if it happened yesterday. Sitting in front of my typewriter as the palms sway gently at the urging of the trade winds, I almost wish I could forget everything. But then I think of Faith.”

— Bobby Underwood

86. “So I volunteered for the night run, sleeping by day like a vampire to avoid those reasonably happy people who had settled for less than heaven. I’d had the door shut on those soft, sensuous pearly gates one too many times, left to stand sheepishly on my little tarnished cloud as I watched someone else enter paradise with the one I worshipped. The heart can only take so much before it begins to hide in shame at its own foolishness.”

— Bobby Underwood

87. “Wyn saw the freshly laid railroad tracks, and spotted the spires of San Felipe with its white crosses pointing toward God’s home, and knew he’d finally reached Albuquerque. He glanced behind him at the dead men tied to the horses and sighed. When he turned back around in the saddle, the sight of the church shamed him. Wyn had only brought death here, and doubted these men were bound for where the crosses pointed...”

— Bobby Underwood

88. “I reached over and she fell into my arms. “You have me. You’ll always have me. We’ll live forever, you and me.” I heard her sniffle and then felt her laugh against my chest. She wrested herself gently from my arms.”

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89. “I liked the beat, too – Hollywood and the City of Angels. It had been a long time since any angels had appeared here, but enough of the old buildings and old stars still hung around to remind you of what she’d been once, in a world far, far away.”

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90. “Yeah, that’s it! There’s these gorgeous paintings on the arches. Now, they ain’t my cup o’ java, mind ya, but it’s gotta be high class, cause one them women’s topless, and ain’t nobody pays her no attention. That’s when you know it’s art,” Henry added, as though he was sharing some profound insight, “when you can make the gals naked and no one makes a fuss about it.”

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91. “For ships which pass only briefly on a moonlit sea leave no less of a wake departing than one anchored for many seasons.”

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92. “Depending on whether you were a glass-half-full or glass-half-empty sort it was either very late at night or the wee hours of morning as I cast my line into the aquamarine waters of Cozumel and saw her head sticking up out of the low tide about twenty yards to my left.”

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93. “No one knows more about regret than an old drunk, and no old drunk knew more about living with it than Harry.”

— Bobby Underwood