Stray Quotes

“This ranch doesn’t just smell like work anymore. It smells like healing.”
― D.J. Krimmer, Stray

“We sit in silence for a beat. Her hand in mine. Our shoulders brushing. And it feels like the beginning of something I’ve been waiting my whole damn life for. Something worth breaking rules for. Something worth staying for.”
― D.J. Krimmer, Stray

“Tink, you are so beautiful: tattoos, scars, all of it. Those scars aren’t ugly. They prove that you survived something ugly; you came out the other side, which is so fucking beautiful.”
― D.J. Krimmer, Stray

“Because you stayed with my dad during that storm. You saved my boys. You’ve done nothing but give, Tink. You deserve someone willing to sit in the dark with you when you can’t breathe.”
― D.J. Krimmer, Stray

“Ozzy has given me her trust; even if it was only a tiny amount for a few minutes, it’s more than I had before, and I think it’s probably more than most get from her. So, I’ll treasure it. And I’ll do whatever I have to in order to earn more.”
― D.J. Krimmer, Stray

“against hers before whispering in her ear as softly as I can. “This feeling, it’s not forever, baby. It’s a fucking monster, I know, but monsters get tired. You already survived the worst of it, Ozzy. You hear me? You’re still here. You’re strong enough to hold me right now. You’re strong enough to breathe. That means you’ve already won.”
― D.J. Krimmer, Stray

“I-I don’t know what it is. She gets under my skin. She makes me feel…” I shake my head, rubbing the back of my neck. “Like I’m coming unraveled and grounded at the same damn time.” “She”
― D.J. Krimmer, Stray

“You listen. You wait. You don’t push, and when she gives you something—anything—you hold it like it’s breakable. Because it is.”
― D.J. Krimmer, Stray

“Pops gives a short, strained laugh. “Yeah, she’s got bite. That’s why I like her. Reminds me of your mother.” He sobers again, hid tone dipping low. “But she’s also been through hell. And I mean the kind that doesn’t just leave bruises.”
― D.J. Krimmer, Stray

“And Jackson? Jackson turned into a goddamn storm. He could’ve ignored it. Could’ve looked the other way like most men do. But he didn’t. He saw me. And worse? He defended me. Called me sweet. And I liked it. I fucking liked it.”
― D.J. Krimmer, Stray