Where Wildflowers Bloom Quotes

“We'll never travel far enough to flee from our sorrows.”
― Ann Shorey, Where Wildflowers Bloom

“I can understand not wanting to remain around sad memories. ... Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. Memories and all. ... Might as well stay put.”
― Ann Shorey, Where Wildflowers Bloom

“Curt caught Faith’s eye across the table. “Now?” He mouthed the question. She nodded and stood, her pulse drumming in her throat. “Curt and I have something to tell you.” She gazed around the room. Grandpa rested his fork on his empty plate, a questioning expression on his face. Next to him, Amy bounced Sophia on her knee. She put a hand over her mouth, hiding a smile, as she glanced from Faith to Curt. Rosemary’s eyebrows shot up. “You and Curt? What is it?” Faith walked to his chair and rested her hands on his shoulders. “We plan to be married. He asked me this morning, and I said most definitely yes!” Grandpa slapped the table, making the plates rattle. “That’s the best possible news. You’ve made me a happy man—two nights in a row.” He beamed at her. “I should have asked your permission first,” Curt said to him. “I apologize.” “This has been my hope for months. No apology necessary. Unless you want to apologize for being so slow about it.” He chuckled. Curt”
― Ann Shorey, Where Wildflowers Bloom

“He stared at her for a moment, joy dawning on his face. “I thought I’d lost you.” He moved forward and laced his fingers through hers. The look in his eyes shivered through her body, leaving her knees weak.”
― Ann Shorey, Where Wildflowers Bloom

“Four weeks,” Judge Lindberg said. Curt knew what the older man meant. “So Rosemary tells me.” The judge leaned forward and nailed Curt with a steely gaze. “You gonna let this happen?” For a moment, Curt thought of criminals impaled by those eyes before being sentenced to jail. He squirmed. “Not much I can do about it. Can’t interfere in matters of love.” “Faith hasn’t said she loves him. She’s set on going to Oregon, and he’s promised to take her. I believe it’s the idea she loves, not the man.” “I”
― Ann Shorey, Where Wildflowers Bloom

“don’t have all day. It’s almost five, and I promised to fetch my fiancée home.” He smirked. “I’ll be renting a carriage from you for a few weeks, until after the wedding.” Ice raced through Curt’s veins. “Fiancée? Wedding?” He cursed himself for sounding like a parrot. “Your friend Faith Lindberg has accepted my proposal. Once we’re wed, we plan to take her old grandpappy and head for Oregon.” The words struck Curt with the force of a blow. “Congratulations. She’s a fine girl. You’re blessed.” His voice sounded as tight as a wagon spring. “Blessed, or lucky. Whatever you want to call it.” “I’ll”
― Ann Shorey, Where Wildflowers Bloom

“Curt carried Faith into her house. Her hair tumbled loose, surrounding him with the fragrance of rose oil. He savored the softness of her body against his chest. For a moment, he pretended he was carrying her across a threshold as his wife. Baxter could go hang. Until there was an official engagement, he had an equal chance with Faith. One day soon, he’d be ready to ask her.”
― Ann Shorey, Where Wildflowers Bloom

“Well, I’ll be.” His eyes shone. He took her face in his hands and planted a kiss on her forehead. “You’re a smart one.” Faith stepped backward, the imprint of his lips warm on her skin. She stared at him with widened eyes. He stared back, a flush climbing his cheeks. The scar on his neck pulsed red. “Forgive me. I had no right.” She”
― Ann Shorey, Where Wildflowers Bloom

“Baxter was a fool if he didn’t know what a treasure he had in Faith. She worked in her granddad’s store without complaint, took care of their meals and their home, and still managed to look fresh and desirable every time he saw her. If she were his, he’d wait as long as necessary to claim her as his bride. He”
― Ann Shorey, Where Wildflowers Bloom

“This must be my day for Bible quotations. You sound like Grandpa.” He squeezed her arm. “Just trying to bring a smile to your pretty face.” Her eyebrows shot up. Curt had never said anything like that before. Did he really think she was pretty? As”
― Ann Shorey, Where Wildflowers Bloom

“Curt grinned at his employer. “She asked for me?” “Sure did. Looked disappointed you wasn’t here too.”
― Ann Shorey, Where Wildflowers Bloom

“You looking for your young man?” he asked. Faith drew a quick breath. “He’s not my young man. We’re friends.” “Doesn’t seem like it to me, with all the evenings he’s called to take you out for a stroll. You could do worse, you know. Like that Baxter fellow. Told you before, I don’t think he’s been honest with us.” She bit her lower lip. “You’re not being fair. Once you get to know Royal, you’ll like him.” “Bet”
― Ann Shorey, Where Wildflowers Bloom

“He wished he could kiss the tears from the corners of her eyes and promise everything would be all right. Instead, he reached across the table and covered her hand with his.”
― Ann Shorey, Where Wildflowers Bloom

“Curt dropped the uneaten portion of his biscuit to his plate. Faith would be gone in a few months? A sense of loss rocked through him. Then he forced himself to consider the bright side. He could relax. He’d no longer have to fight his attraction to the petite girl with the ready smile and bottomless blue eyes. “Where”
― Ann Shorey, Where Wildflowers Bloom

“When Faith took his hand, a surge of warmth traveled up his arm. She was so small and helpless-looking. He wished he could stand between her and all danger, but how could he? He couldn’t control his own memories.”
― Ann Shorey, Where Wildflowers Bloom

“The owner of the livery had told Curt her name when he asked soon after hiring on as stableman. But until today she hadn’t noticed him. He traced his index finger along the scar on his neck. Did he look that frightening? Miss Faith’s expression when he’d asked her to follow him said he did. He’d have to change that impression. The”
― Ann Shorey, Where Wildflowers Bloom

“Faith, would you come over here, please?” Grandpa gestured from a counter across the room. Plates, bowls, and a cream-and-sugar set were arranged next to a ledger. “Here is the price for each piece.”
― Ann Shorey, Where Wildflowers Bloom

“Faith’s heartbeat increased. How was she supposed to refuse without offending their customer?”
― Ann Shorey, Where Wildflowers Bloom

“I don’t have all day. It’s almost five, and I promised to fetch my fiancée home.” He smirked. “I’ll be renting a carriage from you for a few weeks, until after the wedding.” Ice raced through Curt’s veins. “Fiancée? Wedding?” He cursed himself for sounding like a parrot. “Your friend Faith Lindberg has accepted my proposal. Once we’re wed, we plan to take her old grandpappy and head for Oregon.” The words struck Curt with the force of a blow. “Congratulations. She’s a fine girl. You’re blessed.” His voice sounded as tight as a wagon spring. “Blessed, or lucky. Whatever you want to call it.”
― Ann Shorey, Where Wildflowers Bloom

“Baxter was a fool if he didn’t know what a treasure he had in Faith. She worked in her granddad’s store without complaint, took care of their meals and their home, and still managed to look fresh and desirable every time he saw her. If she were his, he’d wait as long as necessary to claim her as his bride.”
― Ann Shorey, Where Wildflowers Bloom

“For who hath despised the day of small things?’ ” “This must be my day for Bible quotations. You sound like Grandpa.” He squeezed her arm. “Just trying to bring a smile to your pretty face.” Her eyebrows shot up. Curt had never said anything like that before. Did he really think she was pretty?”
― Ann Shorey, Where Wildflowers Bloom

“Jealousy seared across his chest. From all he’d heard, Baxter was a ladies’ man. Faith deserved someone better. Looking at her flushed face and sparkling eyes, he groaned inwardly. If only he could trust himself to be rid of the visions that blasted to the front of his brain when he least expected them, he’d ask for her hand tomorrow.”
― Ann Shorey, Where Wildflowers Bloom

“I don’t see Faith or my sister. You here by yourself?” “Faith went to West & Riley’s. You watch. She’ll be back with enough food for everyone.” Curt surveyed the size of the crowd. “I’d better go help. She can’t carry all that alone.” “She’s not alone. That Baxter fellow borrowed a wagon and took her over there.” “Did the cooperage close for the day?” As soon as Curt voiced the question, he realized how churlish he sounded. Judge Lindberg gave him a knowing grin. “There’s nothing stopping you from lending a hand. Don’t want Baxter to think he’s got a claim on her.” “Good idea.”
― Ann Shorey, Where Wildflowers Bloom

“Faith slowed her steps as she neared the livery on Saturday morning. Curt deserved to hear about Cassie’s discovery. She hoped for an opportunity to talk to him without Mr. Ripley listening, but when she didn’t see him in the corral, she knew her hopes were in vain.”
― Ann Shorey, Where Wildflowers Bloom