You never text good night.” “It’s not a real good one when you’re somewhere else.
I find that when you look too far ahead, you end up tripping over the present. Let’s just worry about the now, Jared.” When he lifted her hand to his lips, Savannah realized that now was going to be trouble enough.
When you try to make somebody feel stupid when they ask a question, you’re the stupid one.
Nerves aren’t shameful. Not acting because of them is.
Because he’s not some perfect fantasy. He’s flawed and you understand that. It means you’ve fallen for who he is, not who you want him to be.” “I like who he is. And on the other side of it, he makes me laugh, and he’s kind. The fact that he’s reluctant about it only gives the kindness more impact. He can’t be bothered to say what he doesn’t mean, and that makes him honest.
Have you ever wondered why life gets so screwed up? “Yes.” She smiled. “I’ve begun to believe that God really is a man.
For me, those who would kill and burn and enslave in the name of a god, well, they don’t hear the god they claim to worship. Or the god is a false and cruel one.
I love you. Iona Sheehan, I love you. Give me a bloody answer.” “It was yes as soon as you opened your mouth. I just wanted to hear it all. It was yes the minute you asked.” He blinked at her slowly, then narrowed his eyes. “It was yes? It’s yes?” “I love you. There’s nothing I want more than to marry you.” “Yes?
There’s a wilderness here. She knew it lived inside her.
Passion didn’t bloom, it didn’t whisper. It exploded so that even the air around them seemed to shudder with it.
Girl, take it from an old queen: be who you are and the hell with the rest.
Every one can master a grief but he that has it. – William Shakespeare.
You have a chance and a choice to be what you are. To build on all that came before, reach for what comes next. To fail, well, greatness rises from first failures.
Maybe this wasn’t the road she’d expected to take, all those years ago when she was a young girl who imagined having pretty things and a quiet life that she would earn by using her brain. But it was the road she’d taken, and she was making it the right road.
If the worlds were as we wish, the light would be only for joy and beauty, for healing and help. But the worlds are not what we wish. So we use the light to protect and shield, to fight the dark, even kill.
You have to look to find. You have to ask to have the answers. You have to awaken to become.
Friendship’s the bread of life, isn’t it now?
There’s magick in cooking, Breen, as you put your intent into it, and your work, and your love as well.
In every world, I think, all who can must learn and remember and stand against those who never do.
Grandmothers are designed to fuss over their grandchildren. It makes us happy. Don’t you want me to be happy?