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| 167ac6e | You'll be taking the last a' those," Dorey confided. "I had a vendor try to convince me to shrink-wrap and freeze, but they're never the same. I only have 'em now because they're from up north"--nauth--"and the growing season was late this year. They'd have been gone a week ago, if business hadn't been slow, but the price a' gas is so high, and no one's out day-cruisin' anyways when the wind's so mean. Think you can tough out the chill?" sh.. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| d7b639e | you'd think that after eighteen years--twenty-one years, if you count the three we were together | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| fac9485 | work vehicles and a lone motorcycle, her SUV had the road to itself, which meant she would get there faster. Indeed, the familiarity of turning onto Caroline's street was a lifeline. Once she parked in front of the mint-over-teal Victorian, she put Tad on her hip and hurried up the walk. The squeak of the screen was actually reassuring. And the smell of time when she stepped inside? Heaven. "Mom?" Caroline ran barefoot from the kitchen, sto.. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| bd8e6f6 | A SIZEABLE LEGACY HE LEFT her. It was a legacy of beautiful memories, of love and passion, of desire and ecstasy, of nearness and the myriad means of communication two lovers could find. It was a legacy of experience, both private and public, personal and professional, encompassing all she'd learned from their brief liaison. It was a legacy of pain, of hurt and heartache, of humiliation and distrust, of frustration and disillusionment, of t.. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 3613d12 | Falling short of self-destructive, her apathy toward the potential hazard was, given her internal upheaval, not unusual. Only later would she look back on her attitude as irresponsible; only later would she understand that she must have wanted something, anything to happen, to prove to herself that some part of her was still alive. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| d38bb09 | That's the dilemma with family. When it comes to our parents, we're always children. At what point do we grow up? They raise us to function as individuals, but when do they allow us to act independently? | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 52606b8 | tattoos are like bumper stickers in some respects. Their wearers want to tell the world something. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 92415b5 | wandering Jew. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| cfb7612 | she pulled out her cell and punched in their number, one of the few she knew by heart and the absolute easiest to dial. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| b7dccc5 | By the way, I'm Charlie." Still bent over, she laughed. The phone slipped; she pushed it back up. "I'm Carly, and that is too much. When I was in high school, I dated a guy named Harley. When I was in college, I roomed with a girl named Marley. My sister's engaged to a guy named Farley. And now you're Charlie." | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 9cc8f1d | Where was the Cloud when she needed it? Oh, it was there. Only she hadn't bothered to sign on for backup. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 218f01e | At last they reached Wild River. "This is it?" Bill gawked in dismay. Jordanna joined the men to stare at the dark bed of mossy rocks. "It is wild, isn't it?" she quipped, surprising herself with her own good humor when her shoulders, her back, her legs ached." | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 42349b4 | they had talked about bad things happening to good people. Joyce hadn't accepted it then, any more than she was accepting it now. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 12035ac | The garden was a black hole when it came to negative thoughts, sucking them right in, making them vanish. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| e66a8e9 | No, I don't need to do this, she thought. This isn't what I want. I want my mother. The thought startled her, but she couldn't shake it. She wanted Marjorie--wanted to pour out her heart and cry in the arms of the one person whose job it was to listen. It didn't matter how old or how independent Kathryn was. She needed her mother. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 6cf7ad5 | Her husband's voice. He has abused her verbally for so many years that she actually hears him yelling at her. It sends her into a tizzy." "Has she reached the stage where she knows that he isn't really there?" Brianna asked. "Intellectually, yes. Emotionally, no. There are times when she's paralyzed by it." | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 62fe14b | What about me, Peter?" "You can cook. You can clean. You can be waiting here for me when I get home. I'd think that would be enough." "Well, it's not!" | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 299a0b1 | OLIVIA DIDN'T WANT TO SEE SIMON. She didn't know how to deal with what she felt. It was raw physical attraction with no emotional link, and it was totally wrong at | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| d773ad0 | Love was love. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 74ac35a | Don't touch," she cautioned as she had before. She pulled her mind back down. "I'm fine." | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| ea4f0e5 | Always a sucker for blue eyes, she was relieved to be released. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| ab92838 | It's like you get started in one direction and pick up speed, and you may forget where you're going and why,but the momentum takes you there anyway. Only, you find out when you arrive that it isn't where you wanted to be. | life-lessons | Barbara Delinsky | |
| f385c4c | By six-twenty she'd begun to fear that he had been tied up longer than expected. The switchboard was off; he couldn't get through if he tried. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 7d422b9 | Percodan. One every four hours for pain. P. Demery, M.D." So the directions read, and Ryan had no problem with them. What he did have problem with was the fact that the prescription was made out to an R. Hart and came from a pharmacy in Chicago." -- | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 1caa346 | She shifted in her chair, eyeing her front door with trepidation as she began to wonder if something might be wrong. What if he'd been hurt somewhere--if he'd been in an automobile accident or, more bizarre but nonetheless | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 030fa98 | Annie took his hand. She kissed it and held it to the pulse point at her neck. She didn't speak. Words would have been an intrusion on what was happening between them. She could almost see the tiny ends of the soul-wire that had been severed in October, winding around each other, knotting, connecting in a way that she doubted would ever again come undone. That was how she wanted it. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 8b3b7de | A person couldn't wipe out the memories that shaped her being. She was a blend of past, present, and future. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 9276fe7 | Wingback chairs had been originally designed to protect their occupants either from drafts or the heat of a fire. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 2d0999f | And so it went. Smiling, Annie might have liked to freeze the moment in time. These three, so precious to her, were in synch with each other. There was a feeling of excitement and hope. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 26ed6b3 | Then J.D. appeared at the door. He was alone. She found Sam's eyes. They were filled with defeat. She was about to go to him when his face suddenly brightened. Glancing toward J.D., she saw Michael come up from behind. He was wearing a new blazer and slacks, looking adorable and terribly grown-up. Annie felt a great swelling fullness inside as Sam excused himself and strode across the room. He stopped several yards from Michael and waited. .. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 8102720 | Tom was not. "Seems to me," he said, "that she's at her drawing board evenings more than she's watching TV, and that you're the one who uses the sitting room for" | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 7af2fea | No, Jack Ramsey didn't look like a spa person. He lifted weights. Tom couldn't imagine him in an aerobics class, much less wrapped in seaweed. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 23b4562 | MICHAEL WAS STILL FILMING. HE HAD ALREADY used up two cartridges recording the nervousness in the waiting room and was working on the third. Things were getting monotonous. But he kept filming. It was either that or fall asleep, and he refused to fall asleep. He didn't care if it was four in the morning, he wasn't missing the birth of Leigh's baby. Of course, it might have been nice if they'd let him into the delivery room with Leigh and Jo.. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 729e863 | It's a girl!" he cried, and stood there, not quite knowing what to do, until the others crowded around him, hugging him, hugging each other, laughing, crying, asking questions. A girl. Michael should have known. "How big is she?" "Who does she look like?" "How's Leigh?" "When can we see them?" The babbling continued nonstop until, shortly thereafter, Jon was allowed to carry his daughter into the hall just outside the delivery room, where t.. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 80e061e | Sam snapped his fingers and crooked a finger his way. "Get over here, Michael. This is your niece." Michael joined the group. His gait was slightly unsteady, though not because of any lingering effects of the accident. Those were pretty much gone. He intended to be point guard this year, and he intended to be a starter. No, the shakiness had to do with the sense of witnessing awesome things in the here and now. Without a thought to the camc.. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| a0902f7 | It was the women's movement that did it, told us we could be everything, but we can't. We can't be mothers and wives at the same time that we're professors. It just doesn't work. Someone always gets gypped. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| b9892ed | Blaming the wine would have been taking the easy way out. Annie refused to do that. Rather, she buttoned her blouse with raggedy fingers and said, "I was thinking of my husband. That's the problem. I was using you, but you shouldn't be a stand-in for someone else. You deserve more." | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| e0c7e92 | Remember my mother--how much she suffered before she died, how thin and gray she seemed after so much surgery? I don't picture her that way anymore. I picture her as she was before she got sick. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| fa29ec4 | Organ donation is the stuff of which dreams are made," he began. "Literally. In a given year, there may be 4,000 people waiting for 2,000 donated hearts, and 4,000 people waiting for 1,000 donated lungs. Livers? Probably 18,000 people will wait, 6,000 will get, and another 2,000 will die waiting. And the numbers are even higher when we talk about kidneys--60,000 people waiting, 15,000 getting, 4,000 dying while they wait. By the way, the su.. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 555fd0d | clients. They're always there. You do have to worry, and look at the practice you've built. Give me a rundown on today's list." Casey could count on Brianna to boost her morale. "Two phobias, the low self-esteem, three adjustment disorders, and one panic attack." | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| d9f11a5 | No mother loves her children the same. Each one is different. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 8f55029 | Turning off the machines is a technicality. Her mind is already gone. Her spirit lingers, but it's tied to her bed because we are. If we want it free, we have to do this for her." Molly heard an echo of her father and saw no inconsistency. Yes, Robin's soul was in heaven. Her spirit, though, was different. It was the part of her that lived on in everyone she left behind. In that regard, what Kathryn said made sense." | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 7b8e8e4 | he didn't look as much like a user as a man who had lost someone near and dear. She let it go. Wasn't that the lesson of the week? Anger accomplished nothing. Denial was a crutch. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| ed23e76 | Some say life is a roller coaster. I see it as riding a wave. You're out there on your board and everything is calm--" "Excuse me," she broke in. "You never surfed." "I did," he insisted, all innocence. "Well, I tried. I was never particularly good at it, but I did get the drift. You're out there in a huge ocean, straddling that board. The water is smooth, but deceptive. You know the waves are moving, and you watch and wait, and suddenly yo.. | Barbara Delinsky |