Sunday Morning Quotes

“I’m sorry we feel like a lie. I’m sorry that this will hurt a lot of people we love. But, baby,” he kissed the top of my head, “I wouldn’t change what’s happened. My feelings for you are too big; they don’t leave any room for regret.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning

“For everything there is a season … a time to be born, and a time to die … a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning

“I don’t want to imagine a time without her.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning

“That look—the one she gave me—was bigger and better than anything in the whole fucking galaxy. With one single look, she simplified my existence and the meaning of my life to a singular purpose: spend every day working to earn that look from her. And if I could do that, I’d die a happy man.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning

“I know the tenth commandment is Thou shalt not covet. And I’ve been breaking that one a lot lately,” he said. “How so?” I asked as Isaac physically brushed past me. “Sunday Morning, I’ve been coveting the fuck out of you since Easter Sunday,” he said, strolling out of the barn. I died and went straight to Hell.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning

“Are you playing my guitar tonight?” “Yes.” I unbuckled. “Good. Lock your bedroom door and play it naked.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning

“Sunday Morning, I want to write my name on every inch of your body. But I don’t think it would bode well for your relationship with my brother or the great union of the Cory and Jacobson families.” Isaac turned and opened the door while gazing over his shoulder. “But I promise it would blow your fucking mind.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning

“We were either the bad kind of right or the good kind of wrong. It was hard to distinguish the two. We had a reckless love and perfectly awful timing. We were impossible to describe, and that’s why every time I tried to put us into words, it made no sense. He released me and again took my hand, taking a step in front of me. “Isaac?” “Yeah?” He glanced over his shoulder. “I love you too.” A slow smile slid up his face. “Then I’m a lucky son of a bitch.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning

“Sunday Morning,” Isaac grinned, taking my backpack from me and waving to Heather as he led me to his truck. “It’s Friday Morning,” I said. “Every day is Sunday Morning in my world.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning

“Sunday Morning, I want to write my name on every inch of your body. But I don’t think it would bode well for your relationship with my brother or the great union of the Cory and Jacobson families.” Isaac turned and opened the door while gazing over his shoulder. “But I promise it would blow your fucking mind.” He smirked. “The rodeo starts at seven.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning

“We were either the bad kind of right or the good kind of wrong. It was hard to distinguish the two. We had a reckless love and perfectly awful timing. We were impossible to describe, and that’s why every time I tried to put us into words, it made no sense.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning

“You mean it’s my fault. Just fucking say it.” Blowing out a long breath, he looked at the sky for a brief moment. “Do you think I wanted to like my brother’s girlfriend? The pastor’s daughter? Do you think I did this for any other reason than I simply fell for you from the moment you smiled at me on Easter Sunday?” He shrugged. “Yeah. Maybe I’m selfish. Maybe after giving up everything for everyone else, I wanted something for myself. But fuck, baby”—his eyes reddened—“I want you.” He pressed his hand to his chest, clawing at it. “I feel it so damn deep in my heart nothing else matters. And if that’s selfish, then I’m guilty. If you need me to take the blame for everything that’s happened, I’ll bear the burden. I’ll take everything as long as that includes you.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning

“Loving a man who made everything beautiful felt like the right path in the direction of happiness.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning

“Heartbreak is unavoidable if you let yourself fall in love.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning

“he has to come back. He loves you. He carried you out of a funeral. That’s the ending to all the great love stories.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning

“I never signed up for classes at the community college. I’m not going to college. I’m going to sing songs. Songs about sex and love.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning

“Find a guy who knows what he’s doing. Who loves giving you orgasms.” I closed my eyes as my head began to swim. “Isaac gives the best orgasms.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning

“Music is what happens when your body and soul speak at the same time.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning

“I’ll make my father buy me out. We’ll pack up and go to Nashville, or anywhere you want to go.” I furrowed my brow. “What are you talking about? Buy you out of what?” “The ranch.” He closed the tack room and tucked his hands into his back pockets while facing me. “My dad did something. I helped him out. And in return, he gave me fifty percent of the land.” Fifty percent of the Corys’ ranch added up to more than a fourth of the land in and around Devil’s Head. Brenda. Isaac knew about Brenda, and Wesley gave him half the farm to keep his mouth shut.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning

“Do you think I should write a song about fingering the preacher’s daughter?” he asked.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning

“My preacher’s daughter. I kidnapped her. She sings in the choir but secretly loves songs about sex.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning

“Baby,” he laughed, “you don’t belong to anyone. I could lasso you, but you’d break free. I’m not taking anything that’s not given to me.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning

“Does your family know where you’ll be this weekend?” “Between my brother’s girlfriend’s legs? No.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning

“I love Matt because he was my first love. I love music because it’s my endless love. Isaac is just a transition—a bridge to a new road.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning

“You don’t deserve to be on a stage until you’re ready to harness that power, to take what’s yours.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning

“After the rodeo, Matt drove us to our favorite spot. It was torturous. The boy I’d loved and to whom I gave my virginity wanted to be intimate with me. But I still tasted Isaac on my lips”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning

“Isaac brought me to life while everyone else tried to crush my dreams, slamming one door after another. He blew off the ceiling and gave me wings. I was still upset on behalf of that baby cow, but I couldn’t fully suppress my grin as I took slow steps toward him, dragging my shoes in the dirt.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning

“I cupped my hands around my mouth. “I can’t believe they let you up here with me,” I whispered. Well, it was a partial whisper. “I’m not allowed to be in boys’ bedrooms. I could accidentally have sex.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning

“God’s not taking you to Heaven. I’m pretty sure there’s no smoking in Heaven.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning

“Violet seized every opportunity to teach me things she thought would please her youngest son. I wasn’t stupid. I knew everyone was grooming me to be his wife—the next matron of the Cory Ranch. However, that didn’t change the fact that Matt wanted to attend college and play baseball. He had no interest in ranching cattle, raising hogs, or growing corn and hay. And while I had been in 4-H as long as I can remember—sewing, canning, and showing livestock for the Corys—my heart belonged to Pat Benatar, Whitney Houston, and Laura Branigan more than it did to Matthew Cory.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Sunday Morning