Lisanne > Lisanne's Quotes

“I love you, Lucy Hutton. So much, you have no idea. Please be my best friend.”
― Sally Thorne

“I love him so much it's like a thread piercing me. Punching holes. Dragging through. Stitching love into me. I'll never be able to untangle myself from this feeling. The color of love is surely this robin's-egg blue.”
― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game

“Shortcake.”
“Stop calling me Shortcake.”
“Watching you pretend to hate that nickname is the best part of my day.”
― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game

“The art of holding hands is underrated and it’s embarrassing how much this simple act has me nearly breathless. The pads of each of his fingertips reach across the backs of my hands to my wrist. Large”
― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game

“You're always beautiful”
― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game

“The trick is to find someone who’s strong enough to take it. That one person who can give it back as good as they get”
― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game

“His smile is worth a thousand of anyone else’s. I need a photograph. I need something to hold on to. I need this entire bizarre planet to stop spinning so I can freeze this moment in time.”
― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game

“I love strawberries. I'm so lovesick, I eat them constantly. Can I nickname you Shortcake? It'll be a dead giveaway that I love you.”
― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game

“I was always covering for you.”
― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game

“His smile is worth a thousand of anyone else's.”
― Sally Thorne

“The first smile Joshua's ever had in my presence is pressed against my lips.”
― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game

“He taps my window to make me lock the door.”
― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game

“I wish he was my friend.”
― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game

“And I get it. As much as I hate him . . . I think I’m starting to like us.”
― Christina Lauren, The Unhoneymooners

“It's so exhausting pretending to hate you.”
― Christina Lauren, The Unhoneymooners

“I think I would have been delusional to think I could ever get this lucky.”
― Christina Lauren, The Unhoneymooners

“Helen,
You ask if I regret our engagement.
No. I regret every minute that you're out of my sight. I regret every step that doesn't bring me closer to you.
My last thought each night is that you should be in my arms. There is no peace or pleasure in my empty bed, where I sleep with you only in dreams and wake to curse the dawn.
If I had the right, I would forbid you to go anywhere without me. Not out of selfishness, but because being apart from you is like trying to live without breathing.
Think on that. You've stolen my very breath, cariad. And now I'm left to count the days until I take it back from you, kiss by kiss.
Winterborne”
― Lisa Kleypas, Marrying Winterborne

“A man is not entitled to be called a father merely because he once had a well-timed spasm of the loins.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Marrying Winterborne

“Every time you look at me, you'll remember that I'm half his."
"No." His hand came to the side of her face, his thumb wiping her tears. "You're all mine." His voice was deep and shaken. "Every hair on your head. Every part of you was made to be loved by me.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Marrying Winterborne

“Heart of my heart, you need no man to give you away. Just come to me of your own free will. Love me for who I am... just as I love you for who you are... and our bond will last until the stars lose their shining.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Marrying Winterborne

“Try to leave me, and see what happens. Go to France, go anywhere, and see how long it takes for me to reach you. Not five fucking minutes.” He took a few vehement breaths, his gaze locked on hers. “I love you. I don’t give a damn if your father is the devil himself. I’d let you stab a knife in my heart if it pleased you, and I’d lie there loving you until my last breath.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Marrying Winterborne

“Rhys absorbed that with chagrin. "No one has ever accused me of being a romantic," he said ruefully.
"If you were, how would you propose?"
He thought for a moment. "I would begin by teaching you a Welsh word. Hiraeth There's no equivalent in English."
"Hiraeth," she repeated, trying to pronounce it with a tapped R, as he had.
"Aye. It's a longing for something that was lost, or never existed. You feel it for a person or a place, or a time in your life...it's a sadness of the soul. Hiraeth calls to a Welshman even when he's closest to happiness, reminding him that he's incomplete."
Her brow knit with concern. "Do you feel that way?"
"Since the day I was born." He looked down into her small, lovely face. "But not when I'm with you. That's why I want to marry you.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Marrying Winterborne

“My heart only beats as an echo of yours.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Marrying Winterborne

“That was my fault," Helen said hastily. "I went uninvited to the store yesterday and demanded to see Mr. Winterborne. I told him that I still wanted to marry him, and I made him exchange my ring for a new one, and then I-I had my way with him." She paused, realizing how that sounded. "Not in the store, of course."

Straight-faced, Kathleen said, "Dear me. I hope he didn't put up a struggle.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Marrying Winterborne

“Obviously he’s courting the entire family,” West told her. “I can’t speak for everyone else, but I for one feel thoroughly wooed.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Marrying Winterborne

“I’m going to take Charity to France. I can look after her there. You can go on with your life here, and I won’t be here to … to bother anyone.”
He muttered two quiet words.
“What?” she asked in bewilderment, inching forward to hear him.
“I said, try it.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Marrying Winterborne

“No young woman wants to marry after reading Tolstoy”
― Lisa Kleypas, Marrying Winterborne

“Helen, don’t.”
“I thought it was only a misunderstanding. I thought if I spoke to you directly, everything would be s-sorted out, and—” Another sob choked her. She was so consumed by emotion that she was only vaguely aware of Rhys hovering around her, reaching for her and snatching his hands back.
“No. Don’t cry. For God’s sake, Helen—”
“I didn’t mean to push you away. I didn’t know what to do. How can I make you want me again?”
She expected a jeering reply, or perhaps even a pitying one. The last thing she expected was his shaken murmur.
“I do want you, cariad. I want you too damned much.”
She blinked at him through a bewildered blur, breathing in mortifying hiccups, like a child. In the next moment, he had hauled her firmly against him.
“Hush, now.” His voice dropped to a deeper octave, a brush of dark velvet against her ears. “Hush, bychan, little one, my dove. Nothing is worth your tears.”
“You are.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Marrying Winterborne

“There is no greater enemy of virtue than a charming Welshman.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Marrying Winterborne

“I'm from North Wales, where we express ourselves by throwing rocks at trees.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Marrying Winterborne