Have I Told You Lately Quotes

“All that nonsense about an heir, like she was another heifer to be bred.”
― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately

“I will not settle nor shrink myself to fit in someone else’s safe world.”
― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately

“Your doubt on this matter is proof that I am the one who has failed.”
― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately

“I want a man who can’t take his eyes off me. Not because I can birth a calf or drive a tractor. Just because I’m me. And I know that will never be you. So, I’ve eaten a tub of Dahlia’s ice cream, dried my eyes and applied for and been accepted on The Perfect Wife for a Farmer’s Life.”
― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately

“Here I was, standing in the moonlight, listening to the man I’d been dreaming about for two years tell me that he liked me, and I was somehow talking him out of anything going on between us. ‘There’s nothing going on.”
― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately

“Make what worse?’ Pip asked, puzzled. ‘You being with me, instead of at the party. Walking me back. Your family are already convinced there’s something going on between us.’ Pip stopped, turning to face me. After an embarrassed moment, I dared to look up at him. ‘Isn’t there?’ He gripped the back of his neck with one hand, and I realised I wasn’t the only one feeling nervous. ‘I… I don’t know.’ ‘Okay. Well… would you like there to be?’ ‘I…’ I stalled, wanting to say yes more than anything.”
― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately

“But I hadn’t thought about you feeling uncomfortable going for a walk with me if it gets dark… We could see if anyone else wants to come?’ ‘No, it’s fine,’ I replied, quickly. Any nervousness at being alone in the deepening dusk with Pip had nothing to do with feeling unsafe. ‘As long as I don’t accidentally step off the edge of the cliff and drown.’ ‘Nah,’ Pip said, with a playful grin. ‘You’d smash to bits on the rocks before you had a chance to drown.’ ‘That’s okay, then.’ His smile softened. ‘I’ll keep you safe, don’t worry.”
― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately

“sit with Mammaw.”
― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately

“Where is he?’ Lily said. ‘He’s meant to be the guest of honour.’ Violet screwed up her face. ‘Celine is showing him her “welcome home” present.’ ‘What’s that – a tattoo of him riding Basil?’ ‘Basil is our black bull,’ Violet told me. ‘A scrapbook,’ Iris said, wincing. ‘Of what?’ Hugh looked horrified. ‘Pictures from when they were going out?’ ‘Pictures, ticket stubs. A dried flower from the bouquet he gave her. And not only from when they were going out. It starts with the programme from a school nativity.’ ‘That’s even worse than a tattoo,’ Lily said. ‘I know.’ Iris sighed. ‘I tried to talk her out of it, suggested she got him a nice bottle of something, or a book. But she’s decided the best way to get him back is to show she means business.’ Violet eyed me over the rim of her wine glass. ‘Maybe she should have baked him something.”
― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately

“Look, there’s my potential future prison, right there.”
― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately

“You literally can’t fart some days without the entire population smelling it.’ ‘Maybe your stinky farts!”
― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately

“Feeling lonely was nothing new. The scary part was feeling lost. Adrift. Not geographically – although being somewhere so different was a challenge. I felt lost in time. It wasn’t so much that I didn’t have ideas about what to do, more that, without a clear structure, I was overwhelmed at where to even begin. So, try what you know works, I told myself, after far too long dithering on the verge of panic.”
― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately

“I was so hungry that I overcame my politeness and filled a plate before reciting the events of the day.”
― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately

“She knows who you are.’ ‘The person you buy pasties from.’ Another pause. ‘Exactly.”
― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately

“I could make some joke about my lair, or where I stored all the other girls, but I’m genuinely trying to be reassuring…”
― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately

“He laughed then. A full-on, deep rumble, his teeth flashing as he opened the truck door.”
― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately

“Here you go, chicken. On the house. You look like you could do with it.’ He slipped all three doughnuts into a paper-bag with a wink.”
― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately

“Daniel?’ The woman turned to her partner. ‘Don’t worry, darling, I’ll call us an Uber.”
― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately

“crooked smile.”
― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately

“Besides, I wanted to try writing something down. Words spoken can blow off on the wind and be forgotten. If this is the start of forever, whatever I say deserves to last. And after that rambling introduction – what can I say? Except that yesterday was almost perfect. I say almost, because at the end of it, we had to say goodbye, which was harder than I could have imagined a week ago. With every passing minute, I grow more convinced that this is that indescribable, mysterious force which others name ‘true love’. You’ll have noticed I’m not one for grand words, but I understand now why good men will abandon their duty, cast off all common sense and attempt the foolhardiest of feats for a mere woman. Because to them, there is nothing mere about her. She is everything. You, Nellie, are everything, now. I find myself aching for some daring quest to not only prove my love, but that I might earn your love in return.”
― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately

“but for thirty years, I also believed I wasn’t made for marriage. I’m wondering if that’s because I was made for you.”
― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately

“Wearing make-up to work had been a tiny step of rebellion. Trying a new recipe had been more like full-on mutiny.”
― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately

“I’d eaten enough samples to not bother stopping for meals,”
― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately

“The rumour around the airport was that she’d once worn so much metallic eyeshadow, the metal detector had gone off when she’d walked through Security.”
― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately

“an all-day breakfast that looked as if it had been sitting on the lukewarm counter ‘all day’,”
― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately

“Ignoring the sweat now gathering in unwashed armpits and behind my bent knees,”
― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately

“Sometimes, the tiniest thing can kickstart a chain of events that changes everything.”
― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately

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― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately

“After a brief battle with the urge to bury my head under the duvet and pretend pasties had never been invented, I got up only a few minutes late on Monday. Blaming my grouchy mood on the hours I’d spent churning over the revelations inside Mum’s box instead of sleeping, I did my best to plough on as usual. Gregory firmly plonked a large envelope on the counter when he came for his breakfast. ‘I’m presuming there’s something wrong with your emails, because I can’t think of any other reason why you’ve still not signed the lease. Here’s a paper copy. Read it when you have your soup and call me if you’ve any questions.’ ‘Mum may have known this inside out, but I’m in charge now. A responsible business owner would take the time to study it properly,’ I said. ‘If you’ve not had time to read a twenty-page document in two months, then you need to seriously question your life choices,’ Gregory said, laughing at his own joke. ‘A responsible business owner would make the time and get it done.’ Blessing came over to the kiosk before her shift started at two o’clock, leaning up against the hatch to take a good look at me once I’d filled her travel mug with coffee and handed her a pasty. ‘Mascara and dusky-rose lipstick. Subtle, yet effective. I bet no one’s said you look crap today.’ I swapped my Parsley’s Pasties smile for a real one. ‘Thanks for coming over last night.’ ‘Getting to nosey about the mysterious Brown house while showing off my make-up prowess? The pleasure was all mine. Although, next time we hang out, we’re going shopping. That blue T-shirt made your skin tone appear way more porridge than Arctic hare, and I have a feeling the rest of your wardrobe isn’t much better.’ ‘It’s no better,’ I started to reply, before Blessing, who had turned to check the time on the airport display board as she picked up her purchases, gasped. ‘Hello!’ She whipped her head back, eyes wide with glee. ‘What a perfect day for your secret lover to appear.’ ‘What?’ I instinctively craned my neck to scan the trickle of travellers wandering about the concourse, embarrassed anticipation flooding my pale cheeks. I didn’t have to ask who I was looking for. Blessing had been teasing me about Pip Hawkins since she’d caught us chatting back in September. Not that she knew we were on first-name terms.”
― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately

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― Beth Moran, Have I Told You Lately