Sloe Ride Quotes

“We’re all just rabbits named George to her.”
― Rhys Ford, Sloe Ride

“Thing was, Quinn knew he’d never be done. Not if he fell into that hole again. He’d come too far from its edge. Quinn’d be damned if he danced along its lip once more.”
― Rhys Ford, Sloe Ride

“Moonshine and ice Bathtub swill and broken dreams Climbing up on a stairway Made of nightmares and pain A slip of my hand Wet blood on a rung Hitting the stone down beneath me Made me think ’bout what I’ve done Thought about how I’ve hurt you How deep and how long Can’t ask to forgive me Since I’ve done you so wrong —Moonshine and Ice”
― Rhys Ford, Sloe Ride

“Reaper came for all of us Jerked us up from the brine Slipped out from his bony fingers Landed on our feet just fine Took four steps to Freedom Took four souls to the line Spat at the Devil at the Crossroads Drank our sins with sweet, sweet wine —Death, Devil and Sin”
― Rhys Ford, Sloe Ride

“Time’s come for me, momma Time’s come to take me away Leave a coin on my eye for the toll ’Cause the river man needs his pay Don’t cry ’bout the way I’ve gone Or the mud I’ve got on my soul I’ve lived the way I needed to live No way was I going out whole —Toll for the River”
― Rhys Ford, Sloe Ride

“You are everything to me, Quinn. Today I figured that out, and I’m sorry it took me so fucking long about it, but… when it’s all said and done, you’re kind of who I’ve been running from my entire damned life, because not having you—not loving you—made me hurt so much inside. All this time I’ve been trying to fill this hole inside of me, fucking around, drugs and shit, when what I should have done was just come home—and find you,” Rafe whispered into the tight space between their faces, the slice of air and shared breath that’d become their world. “I’m shit. I know that. I’m fucking nothing… especially compared to you. I kissed you because I need you. Because I finally fucking figured out—today of all shitty days for you—that I need you, and I don’t want to let you go.”
― Rhys Ford, Sloe Ride

“I feel like I buried you in my pocket when I should have held you in my hand.”
― Rhys Ford, Sloe Ride