Michael Weaver Quotes

“If he wasn't already holding my heart in the palm of his hand, I would have taken it out and given it to him right then.”
― Myra McEntire, Hourglass

“No matter what your reality looks like, you're the girl I'm in love with today, and the same girl I'll be in love with tomorrow and all the days after that. Not just because of who you are, but because of who you were.

It's all part of your story, Em. And I want to be a part of your story, too.”
― Myra McEntire, Hourglass

“Aren't I supposed to be brave, fearless? Isn't that what the world expects?"

"Screw what the world expects. Think about all the things you've faced. You cracked, but you didn't break. You're still standing. I'd call that fearless. You've already conquered so much.”
― Myra McEntire, Hourglass

“I wanted to be alone with him. Really alone. "Maybe we should take this back to my place." He lifted his head to look at me, a strange expression on his face. I let out a nervous giggle. "That sounded better in my head."

"It sounded pretty damn good out of it.”
― Myra McEntire, Hourglass

“Funny, gorgeous, and a genius. What a package." He backed out of the parking space, smiling as he drove away.
I loved that he left crazy off the list.
I loved it even more that he would never think to add it.”
― Myra McEntire, Hourglass

“Getting a full-body buzz with a guy I'd just met was as weird as seeing dead people. But much more enjoyable.”
― Myra McEntire, Hourglass

“He bent down burying his face in my neck. I reached back to grab onto the iron bars behind me to hold myself up. My jacket slipped off my shoulders. I was pretty sure I was on fire and at that moment I would have sworn that bursting into flame was a glorious way to go.”
― Myra McEntire, Hourglass

“Tuxedo Guy looked even better the closer he got to us- tall wide shoulders, smooth skin, those lips.”
― Myra McEntire, Hourglass

“Emerson, you just shared your deepest secret with me. I value that. Don't make light of it."

If he wasn't already holding my heart in the palm of his hand, I would have taken it out and given it to him.”
― Myra McEntire, Hourglass