Dust Storm Quotes

“Hope is simply hanging onto threads of abstract desire. Expectations are the application of hope.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Dust Storm

“Grief doesn’t come in stages. Frankly, it would be easier if it did. It ebbs and flows like waves. Bad days always follow good days, but better days are never far behind.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Dust Storm

“All the shit that gets stirred up and clouds your mind. Eventually it’ll settle. You’ll be able to breathe easier.” He looked ahead. “Doesn’t make it better in the moment. Dust storms happen. It’s okay to close your eyes and stumble through.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Dust Storm

“It takes a strong cowboy to put up with a bull, and a strong woman to put up with a cowboy.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Dust Storm

“And I’ll need the scoop on whatever’s about to happen with that cowboy who’s looking at you like a coyote looks at a little baby bunny.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Dust Storm

“Rule number one. You ride in my truck; you let me open the door.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Dust Storm

“Rule number one: if you’re going to kill someone, make it look like an accident, cry at the funeral, admit nothing, and deny everything.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Dust Storm

“I want to be the person that people go to when there’s a problem. I want to be the one who gets the calls in the middle of the night to fix something that’s going wrong. I want to be the one that holds everything together. I want to be irreplaceable.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Dust Storm

“I gripped her jaw in my palm. “You wanna be mine? You put that hat on.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Dust Storm

“Why do you have long hair? It seems like it gets in the way.” He lifted an eyebrow. “Do you not like it?” “I didn’t say that. I was asking why you have it. In all the photos on your mantle, your hair is short.” “It wasn’t practical to keep asking my mom to help me with the girls’ hair. I grew mine out so I could practice on myself and learn how to take care of it so I could teach them. I’ve gone to work with braids, curls, rollers—you name it.” My heart seized.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Dust Storm

“Yes, my queen.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Dust Storm

“His laugh turned into a kiss. “Kings, tyrants, and gods couldn’t resist you, darling. How could I?”
― Maggie C. Gates, Dust Storm

“What can I say? I like being bad.” Christian grabbed the condom he had tossed on top of the sheets and handed it to me. “Then enjoy what it feels like to be my good girl.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Dust Storm

“I shoved my hand in my pocket. “Keep telling yourself that, Princess.” Cassandra relaxed. “It’s ‘my queen.’” I laughed. “Sweetheart, there’s only one situation where I’ll call you that and, I promise you, this ain’t it.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Dust Storm

“Well?” I laid back on the pillow. “Make yourself useful.” Something powerful flashed in his eyes. There it was. The storm he hid so well beneath his calm. Christian’s hands curled around the wood frame. I wanted those hands. “Cassandra?” My breath caught at hearing him use my full name. “Yes?” “Get that goddamn ring out of my house.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Dust Storm

“I think being happy is the best form of revenge. Because that’s something he could never give you or himself.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Dust Storm

“Sometimes,” Gracie said without a care in the world. “But sometimes the cows are artificially incinerated.” “Inseminated,” I corrected.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Dust Storm

“I dismounted and took Cassandra’s hands, coaching her through getting down. She fell at me rather than hopping down. It was slightly less graceful than a bird kicking its baby out of a nest. I caught her as she collided into my chest. “Yeah,” I grunted. “We’ll work on that.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Dust Storm

“Christian had a brown man bun, beard, and heavy dad bod with a curved belly. The”
― Maggie C. Gates, Dust Storm

“Tripp’s eye twitched with annoyance. “Can we skip the hillbilly pleasantries?” he sneered through gritted teeth with practiced discretion.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Dust Storm

“There are three things I know for certain,” he said as he stood and sifted his fingers through my hair. “The sun is gonna rise tomorrow. My girls love you. And you were meant to be ours.” And I believed them too.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Dust Storm

“I was supposed to miss him. To miss my life. To miss the bells and whistles that I was supposed to love.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Dust Storm

“I hated jeans. They were stiff and restrictive. But they did make my ass look good, so at least there was an upside.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Dust Storm

“There are three things I know for certain,” he said as he stood and sifted his fingers through my hair. “The sun is gonna rise tomorrow. My girls love you. And you were meant to be ours.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Dust Storm