Dead Weight Quotes

“instead.” “Do you really have to curse so much? And are you serious when you use terms like hit the pavement? This isn’t a movie or one of those weekly cop shows. Policemen and women, and investigators like Lizzy, don’t need to ‘hit the pavement’ now that so much information is at their fingertips. It’s not stupid. It’s life in the modern world. Pretty soon they won’t need to chase after criminals in high-speed chases either. The police will tag a car with a laser-guided GPS tracking system. Once the transmitter is attached to the fleeing car, the police can track the suspect over a wireless network, then hang back and let the crook believe he’s outrun”
― T.R. Ragan, Dead Weight

“A constant stream of negative thoughts could easily become debilitating. But to become aware of those thoughts and to know that one’s thoughts are not who they are can be freeing.”
― T.R. Ragan, Dead Weight

“Meow.”
― T.R. Ragan, Dead Weight

“Behind every story of inspiration is a story of training, practice, discipline, and sacrifice. You must be willing to pay the price,”
― T.R. Ragan, Dead Weight

“It is fatal to enter any war without the will to win it.”
― T.R. Ragan, Dead Weight

“People do not lack strength; they lack will.”
― T.R. Ragan, Dead Weight

“Motivation is what gets you started; habit is what keeps you going.”
― T.R. Ragan, Dead Weight

“I never fall asleep in a car while someone else is driving.”
― T.R. Ragan, Dead Weight

“shower in five days. “Are you serious?” His smile grew wider, literally ear to ear, making his face look like one big blob of silly putty. “Feeling a little cranky?” “You cannot be for real, you fucking asshole.” He shook his head at her as if she were five. “You haven’t read the pamphlets I left for you, have you?” He didn’t wait for her to answer. “If you don’t eat at least five small well-balanced meals with plenty of protein and healthy fats, your hormones will get out of whack, and one of the symptoms is crankiness.” “Fuck you.” He went to the kitchen. She could hear cupboards being opened and closed. She could already smell Lysol. The man was cleaning the kitchen. She couldn’t believe he expected her to pay him fifteen thousand dollars to be restrained, deprived, and tortured. Unlike others who might think this a grand plan, she had come to terms with her weight long ago. All she wanted to do was lose a few pounds. She had put down five thousand dollars as a deposit, promising to pay the rest upon reaching her goal weight. She had only spent the money in hopes of finding Diane. Sure, it was a lot of money, but she knew that Diane would have done the same for her had the situation been reversed. She slid off the bed and went to stand just outside the kitchen. He was on his hands and knees scrubbing the floor just like her mother used to do. “I want out,” she said. “I will sign anything you want me to, declaring to all of your lawyers and the world that the decision was mine. I don’t want a refund. I don’t want anything from you. I just want you to unlock me and let me go.” He kept scrubbing, didn’t even bother to look at her when he answered. “Sorry. Can’t do.” “Why not?” “What you’re experiencing right now is just part of the process. Everybody goes through it. You just happened to get to stage three faster than most. In fact, you skipped stages one and two altogether.” Vivian didn’t care about stage one or two, or even three. She only cared about getting out of here. “You’ve done your job. I’ve lost over sixty pounds. I want to go home.” That got his attention and he looked at her, his eyes narrowing as he scanned her body from head to toes. She hated him—hated him more than she’d ever hated anyone in her life. “I’m impressed.” “Great. So can you unlock this cuff around my ankle?” “No. Sorry.” “Why not?” He stood, put the rag and bottle of cleanser under the sink, and then walked past her. In the top drawer of her bedside table, he pulled out a ledger”
― T.R. Ragan, Dead Weight

“Mount Tallac”
― T.R. Ragan, Dead Weight

“Dingy-brown-haired, flat-chested, boring girls are your type. That makes me feel better. I’m so glad you called.”
― T.R. Ragan, Dead Weight

“He felt the urge to walk out there right this minute and tell her how he felt once and for all. Surely she could see that he felt more for her than simple friendship?”
― T.R. Ragan, Dead Weight

“Love sucked.”
― T.R. Ragan, Dead Weight

“She was afraid of being vulnerable and needy.”
― T.R. Ragan, Dead Weight

“She might not be ready to live with him, but she couldn’t fathom the idea of living without him. “I don’t want you to leave,” she told him. “There are so many things I need to talk to you about.” He held her tight and kissed the top of her head.”
― T.R. Ragan, Dead Weight

“which would point to someone leaving on their own terms.” “I understand,” Andrea said. “But hear me out. What if Diane was going somewhere to lose weight? What if she had taken that large sum of money and”
― T.R. Ragan, Dead Weight

“Sometimes I think it’s not a matter of getting rid of our demons as much as it is learning to live with them.”
― T.R. Ragan, Dead Weight

“She wanted nothing more than to let it go and move on, but the harder she tried, the more difficult it was to do.”
― T.R. Ragan, Dead Weight

“called Jared back last night,”
― T.R. Ragan, Dead Weight

“My name is Andrea Kramer,” the woman said. “I want to hire you to find my sister.”
― T.R. Ragan, Dead Weight

“get the bad guys. That’s all I’m sayin’. Let’s go.” Once again, Jessica looked at her as if she’d lost all sense. Hayley was already at the door. “If you don’t want to come with”
― T.R. Ragan, Dead Weight