Small Town Quotes
He thought moving to a small town would allow him to find a way to get along to some extent but people were just plain idiots.
Everyone knew that bugs traveled in packs. Only the stupid ones got caught. The smart ones lay in wait for her to go to sleep so they could attack.
Some people aren't meant to stay in your life. But, that doesn't mean you can't carry a piece of them in your heart.
Mom used to tell me not to worry when people didn't get me. People throw rocks at things that shine - from the mixed up files of Tilly Adam's journal
There's a big difference between want and need, " she muttered to herself, picking her pad and pen back up. "I mean I want a bikini body, but I need chicken nuggets.
We don’t have to tell secrets. We don’t have to talk at all. We could just, you know, kiss . . . and stuff.
That place is turning into the Hotel California.You know, you can check in, but you can never leave.
Life had a way of shifting under her feet like quicksand and she had learned to just make the best of it. Like Gigi always said, ‘when God closes a door, he shoves you out the window.
Her life was more like a series of tattered Post-it notes with hastily scribbled goals written in dull pencil. Some of them stuck. Lots of them didn’t.
I’ve had pedicures before, and I’ve had milk shakes. Just never at the same time. And it’s glorious.
I think if we ignore that night, that kiss, then we’re both denying a part of who we are.
Matt?” “Hmm?” “Kiss me.” He leaned in and rested his forehead against hers. “Sweetheart, I thought you’d never ask.
He liked the way her smile infected him and infused a bit of heat into his cold bones—a warmth missing until he'd opened the door to her flower shop.
If my mom sees you here, she’ll ---“ “Paper the walls with my innards while the innocents watch?
But he knew how to kiss a woman until she needed his kisses more than she needed to breathe. Until her bones melted. Until she gave him exactly what he wanted.
What if pretending is interfering with the person you’re meant to be?” he said.
He tasted like chocolate and hazelnut liqueur and she wanted to feast on him for the rest of the night. His kiss… his kiss took her to another place where fireworks blazed.
Phew. I thought I was going to have to slay a few dragons for you while I was here.” “I’m no damsel in distress, Your Highness. I can take care of myself.
They hadn’t been good months. About as ugly as a wet warthog and as messed up as a bumblebee in a snowstorm.
Did you call someone and tell them you’re safe?”“Called and told ’em I’m not dead. Not so sure about safeyet.
He held a beautiful bouquet of mixed wildflowers and offered them to her. "They missed you." He brushed a kiss on her lips. "Just like me.
Hopefully we'll be doing this forever, but we'll only have one first time.
Leaning in, he brushed his lips on Holly's cheek, and whispered in her ear, "You okay?" She gave him a sidelong glance. "You might not promise adventure, but you sure do deliver.
He lay between her legs, propped himself on his elbows, and gazed at the sunset in her eyes. "I want to remember this moment, " he said huskily.
You stay married thirty-four years, you don't have to prove who's got the bigger balls. Just take it for granted she does.
One day, son, you're gonna find yourself your everything. When you do, you tell her. And then you make sure you live it. Live it every day.
You're right. What Drew and I had was genuine. He loved me. That doesn't mean he didn't change his mind.
She wanted him to leave town with a smile on his face. She wanted to be memorable.
I'm going to find ways to make you blush, just so I can enjoy the journey.
I made the first move. Now it's up to him." "Telling him you should hit the sack and get it out of your system is not making the first move.
Well, she was through. If he wanted her, he'd have to do something about it.
I want you to stay here ...with me." "All night?" "All night." Drew cupped her face with his hands giving her a gentle kiss. "In my arms.
Mistletoe was her new favorite holiday decoration. She would have to hang some in the kitchen. All over the house. And keep the green stuff hanging until Easter. Or Thanksgiving.
He sauntered across the kitchen, six feet of male hotness and charm, heading in her direction like a drone missile locked on a target.
She wore a simple purple long-sleeved turtleneck, but streaks of white across her chest - flour perhaps? - distracted him, made him want to volunteer for cleanup duty.
How did the date go?" "Bad. A text-a-holic...." "Not the good kind of trouble." "There's only one thing to say when this happens." "What's that?" "Next.
We'll have all night for slow and sweet, " she said softly. "But right now, I really want that hard and fast you mentioned earlier.
Stop talking, " she said boldly as she closed the distance between them until they were touching. "We can walk to the bedroom or you can carry me but if you don't decide soon I may just go insane.
Do you have any idea how badly I want to pick you up and carry you into my bedroom and make love to you?