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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| cf519a7 | His face fell. "Is" | Debbie Macomber | ||
| ffa1856 | People from all over asked him what he'd found the hardest. | Debbie Macomber | ||
| 153299c | those years didn't happen and take | Debbie Macomber | ||
| 0bb50bb | Many people have a wrong idea of what constitutes true happiness. It is not attained through self-gratification, but through fidelity to a worthy purpose. HELEN KELLER | Debbie Macomber | ||
| 2801710 | WORRY serves no useful purpose is of no value and doesn't change a thing. | Debbie Macomber | ||
| e027794 | survive this evening with her | Debbie Macomber | ||
| fc0bcbc | On that cold day I was born, in February 1955, my great-aunt gave me a classic fruitcake for the celebration of the occasion of my birth. Every year during the holidays I pull it out of the attic and take a look at it and it still looks great, and every year I try to get up the nerve to take a slice and try it. --Dean Fearing, chef of The Mansion on Turtle Creek | Debbie Macomber | ||
| 8b2a46f | waltz back into our lives as if nothing had happened. We were dealing with Dad's death and I wasn't about to take on her problems, too." "I'm not going to argue with you, sweetheart. Like I said, you did the right thing." "I have to wonder," she murmured, her brow furrowed with consternation. "Karen ..." "I know, I know. It doesn't do any good to rehash this over and over. What's done is done. When I spoke to Nichole about the inheritance, .. | Debbie Macomber | ||
| 01a5063 | let himself into the office. He stood in the | Debbie Macomber | ||
| 0a945ee | Now I know how deep my anger can cut...and I wish to hell I didn't. | Debbie Macomber | ||
| 29d5bb0 | exactly what she was doing--tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and wove crooked paths down her cheeks. How could she have been so insensitive to her own sister? Chapter 24 All week Cassie had worked feverishly to put Steve out of her mind, but it hadn't worked. She couldn't wait to see him, and a week had never dragged on for so long. Nothing felt the same without him at the construction site, running the project. Saturday morning, C.. | Debbie Macomber | ||
| 6c83210 | It was awkward, too. People didn't know what to say after the accident. In fact, I didn't want anyone to say anything. What I needed was someone to listen. Few of my friends understood that. | Debbie Macomber | ||
| 1348c95 | by-product of her pain. "After I was released" | Debbie Macomber | ||
| 013dffb | She likened Montana with Rocky Mountain oysters and thick, blood-filled steaks cooked over an open fire. | Debbie Macomber | ||
| 488a81f | about him," Lily explained, doing her best to keep the excitement out of her voice. "If I can come up with that song, he'd probably be willing to show his appreciation." "We could use a little appreciation, couldn't we, girl?" "Oh, Gram, you know we could." "If I can't think of it, Gene Autry would know." Gram often spoke as if famous personalities were her lifelong friends and all she had to do was pick up the phone and give them a jingle... | Debbie Macomber | ||
| b528cab | Mousy. It was the only word Travis could think to describe Mary Warner when she stepped off the plane. His heart sank and took a moment to rally itself. Long legs, that was all he'd asked for, and what did he get? Minnie Mouse. | Debbie Macomber | ||
| 979ee9b | It was the sad you get when your dreams are almost there...and then they're obliterated. | Debbie Macomber | ||
| 014ba5d | She'd taken ten years off his life, frightening him the way she had, and now he'd easily subtracted another ten by kissing her. If he spent much more time with Jenna Campbell, he'd be dead inside a week. | contemporary-romance snow | Debbie Macomber | |
| 5c3777a | The yarn forms the stitches, the knitting forges the friendships, the craft links the generations." --Karen" | Debbie Macomber | ||
| 9a95da2 | Pete's a good guy." "He just slept with my mother!" "I didn't say he was perfect." | contemporary-romance snow | Debbie Macomber | |
| 4c61712 | Darlene used to say it was a couple's duty to keep their eyes open, their ears open, their hearts open and their mouths shut. | Debbie Macomber | ||
| eed9c04 | He needs what humans call luck, and we both know there's no such thing as luck, only God, | Debbie Macomber | ||
| 5e9beac | Vero Beach," she said. "That's where Ruth's class reunion is taking place." | Debbie Macomber | ||
| e7fdace | Jason had tried to reach their father through the construction company that employed him, but he'd learned nothing concrete. | Debbie Macomber | ||
| 5bb06ff | with static electricity | Debbie Macomber | ||
| 0e76ef3 | for every loss there is an equal or greater gain. Often humans have to search for it, though. | Debbie Macomber | ||
| 8ada8f3 | Carried on the brisk winds of faith, guided by devotion, navigated by love, it arrived fresh and bright at the very feet of the Archangel Gabriel. | Debbie Macomber | ||
| c1d56e1 | movie channel, silently chastising | Debbie Macomber | ||
| 754f5a0 | Color is a feeling for me. I work by feeling! --Tina, Freia Handpaint Yarns, | Debbie Macomber | ||
| 7913b86 | to say." "You don't need to say anything. It's been a long time coming. I should have ended it last year." "Listen," Elisa said, perking up considerably. "I want you to fly to Vegas with me for the gem show" | Debbie Macomber | ||
| c121040 | The barbarians are inside the gate. They're playing Muzak in Jenners. | Background music | ||
| 7e8aecf | into another room and returned a moment later. Carly was at the table, looking over the accounting books, pretending she knew what she was doing. Her bookkeeping classes had been years ago. "Is what happened last weekend still bothering you?" Carly shrugged. "I suppose you've guessed that I had a troubled childhood." Her fingers rotated the pencil in nervous reaction, and she didn't meet his eyes; instead, she focused her gaze on the light .. | Debbie Macomber | ||
| b0b450d | She doesn't understand that some things need to be believed in | Debbie Macomber | ||
| 2afdd3e | By the time they arrived, the snow was coming down fast.... "It's beautiful," she said, pausing outside the door. She thrust out her hands and let the snow land on her palms. "Yes, yes..." Reid seemed in a mighty big hurry to get her inside. "How long did you say the storm would last?" she asked, thinking it would be so beautiful. The snow -- not being trapped with Reid Jamison. Reid hesitated. "Longer than either of us is going to like," h.. | contemporary-romance snowy-romance | Debbie Macomber | |
| 465252e | You do this often?" she asked. "Drink or hijack women?" | alaskan-romance contemporary-romance snow | Debbie Macomber | |
| 84e7141 | you should explore all your options | Debbie Macomber | ||
| f76f8d2 | window. She'd be fine. All she needed was a few days away | Debbie Macomber | ||
| c7690c5 | side, and from what Cassie said, she never met any of his relatives. Odd, don't you think? Anyway, she said they aren't in contact anymore. | Debbie Macomber | ||
| 03f57d3 | He was, without a doubt, the most masculine male Bailey had ever seen-- | Debbie Macomber | ||
| d818619 | Agents don't sell books, good writing does. Plotting and characterization are what interest an editor. Agents negotiate contracts, but they don't sell books. | Debbie Macomber | ||
| 78038e6 | A good friendship--like this one with Hallie--endured. It sustained you during times of crisis. It was there for you during the good times and the bad. | Debbie Macomber | ||
| 6ab354e | sure she'd changed the bandage. Amiee looked uncertain. "Mom would want that" | Debbie Macomber | ||
| b597e37 | My, my, will you look at the time?" Bailey muttered, staring down at her watch. It was half-past frustration and thirty minutes to despair. The only way she could easily extricate herself from this mess was to leave--now." | Debbie Macomber | ||
| c2542f0 | Don't allow yourself to wallow in your pain. Reach out. Volunteer. Do something you love or something to help others. | Debbie Macomber |