Barefoot Summer Quotes

“...sometimes we have to find the courage to take off our shoes and feel it all. Even the bad stuff.”
― Denise Hunter, Barefoot Summer

“When I sit up here... I'm just blown away God even notices us...”
― Denise Hunter, Barefoot Summer

“Life is a gift, however long it lasts. It's God's to give and take away as He sees fit. We go through life thinking we're entitled to our ninety, but we're not entitled to anything. All we can do is trust that He knows what He's doing. That He has a plan for all of us, and that no pain He allows in our life will go unused.”
― Denise Hunter, Barefoot Summer

“I want you to be my wife, baby. I want to come home to you every night and hear your laughter. I want to build a life together with all the things that matter. I want there to be family, and sailing, and church, and work, and kids . . .” Her lips trembled on a smile. “Five little angels?” He squeezed her hands. “I was thinking we’d start with one and work our way up. What about it, Maddy—will you marry me?”
― Denise Hunter, Barefoot Summer

“Love? The word streaked across the path of his thoughts like lightning across a stormy sky. He watched her now, watching Lulu, watching a moth flutter under the porch light, looking anywhere but at him, and sudden warmth flooded through him, making his knees weak. Yes, he loved her. He’d tried not to. But now here he was. On her porch, watching her watching a moth, and realizing he was the moth and she the light. It would always be this way.”
― Denise Hunter, Barefoot Summer

“Her jaw set, she passed him, going to the high”
― Denise Hunter, Barefoot Summer

“He hadn’t lied with words, but sometimes the lie was the thing left unsaid.”
― Denise Hunter, Barefoot Summer

“Hadn’t he told her she needed to trust God? They were supposed to do the right thing and trust God to handle the rest.”
― Denise Hunter, Barefoot Summer

“Therefore each of you must put off falsehood and speak truthfully to your neighbor, for we are all members of one body.”
― Denise Hunter, Barefoot Summer

“He can handle all your emotions. Every last dark and wretched thought. He already knows about them anyway.”
― Denise Hunter, Barefoot Summer

“God’s grip never slips.”
― Denise Hunter, Barefoot Summer

“Holy cow,” Beckett said, turning to Madison. “You all must’ve been a handful growing up.” “What, us? Five little angels.”
― Denise Hunter, Barefoot Summer

“Look,” he said. “I’m not the one for you. You need to move on, maybe start going out with Drew again or—” “Drew!” “He’s a nice guy, Madison, you should give him a—” “You’re pawning me off on Drew?” His silence pretty much said it all. She shot to her feet, her eyes stinging. “I don’t love Drew. I love you, you idiot.”
― Denise Hunter, Barefoot Summer

“Beckett tipped her chin up, a smile tipping his lips after he’d scrutinized her face. “You were talking about me.” Her face warmed, and she was thankful for the dark. “Maybe.” “What did she say?” “I’ll never tell.” “I’ll kiss it out of you.” “Go ahead and try.”
― Denise Hunter, Barefoot Summer

“He’s not my boyfriend. We only went out a few times, you know.” She leaned back against the car door. “Besides, I ended things recently—not sure if you heard.” He leaned forward, his arms on both sides of her, a smug smile forming. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?” She held back a grin. “Well, see, some other guy kissed me, so . . .” She left off with a shrug. His lips twitched. “And you liked it.” “Maybe.” He leaned closer. “In fact, you liked it so much, you want him to kiss you again.” “I might not turn him down.”
― Denise Hunter, Barefoot Summer

“Some people spend their whole lives trying to be noticed,” she said. She felt his eyes on her for a moment before he spoke. “You?” She lay back against the rock, cupping her head in her palms. “Sometimes.” The sun was sinking lower in the sky, the streaks of pink growing more vibrant. “I noticed you a long time ago.” His words made her heart thump against the rock, even as she recognized the irony. Beckett may have noticed her briefly, but he’d forgotten her quickly enough. “No, you didn’t,” she said. “Not really.” The kind of noticing she meant entailed more than a passing glance. It meant being seen. Being remembered. People wanted significance. She did, Jade did, everyone did. “You were wearing a white skirt that twirled around your knees . . . and a blue sweater with tiny butterflies around the collar.” She drew in a long, quiet breath as she turned. He remembered what she’d worn to the dance all those years ago?”
― Denise Hunter, Barefoot Summer

“She said it was sweet that I came to her rescue, or something like that.” Layla pressed her hand to her heart, smiling. “Awww. She felt protected.” “From her innocent date.” “Still. I’m sure she didn’t approve of you, you know, beating up her date and all, but a woman does love a protective man.” “Sounds old-fashioned.” “Not old-fashioned, timeless. Trust me. So pray about it, okay? ’Cause I think she’d make a great sister-in-law.” “You’re jumping the gun, little girl.” But he couldn’t deny the tiny thrill that coursed through him at the thought.”
― Denise Hunter, Barefoot Summer

“PJ kicked Ryan in the backside for no apparent reason, and he threw her over his broad shoulders just because he could. She squealed and pounded his back, but he didn’t set her down until they reached the table. “Brute,” PJ said, giving him a playful shove. “Brat.” Ryan saved lives, and PJ could feed an army, but when they got together it was like they were twelve.”
― Denise Hunter, Barefoot Summer