Ryder Quotes

“Did you like your job?” “What? Being a mom to y’all?” Mom smiles, smoothing her hands over the shirt she just folded. “It wasn’t easy. But it was right for our family, and right for me too. I loved raising you kids. Some of our happiest times were when y’all were little. Life was chaos, and we were just surviving a lot of the time. But there was a clarity of purpose that I miss, because that job—it does end. Not being a parent, but having kids at home.”
― Jessica Peterson, Ryder

“Just…Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve you. And other times, I wonder what crime I committed in a past life to deserve you and your pain-in-the-assness.” “Guilty. Since I am such a pain in the ass, can I ask what’s”
― Jessica Peterson, Ryder

“I’m feeling. Letting oxygen into spaces that have been airless for way too long.”
― Jessica Peterson, Ryder

“Yeah, but how would they feel knowing you were out here alone with me while I was fantasizing about putting a baby in you?”
― Jessica Peterson, Ryder

“Or does he somehow know I can’t stop thinking about how much fun we’re having together? How being with him feels like a breath of fresh air I didn’t know I needed? I can just be myself when we’re together. No pretending to be sweet or easy or uncomplicated. He laughs at my raunchy sense of humor. Doesn’t balk at my honesty. That kind of acceptance is rare.”
― Jessica Peterson, Ryder

“Today”
― Jessica Peterson, Ryder

“I don’t think anyone takes me seriously either. That’s beside the point”
― Jessica Peterson, Ryder

“Only when the nurses tell me that I have to let her go do I realize I’m still holding Billie’s hand. It’s not cold or clammy anymore”
― Jessica Peterson, Ryder

“Xander steps up beside him. “I don’t like this.” Ryder cuts him a nasty look that makes my skin feel two sizes too tight. “No one asked you. Colt”
― Jessica Peterson, Ryder

“Ryder was wrong. Girls scare just as easy as boys. We’re just better at hiding it.”
― Jessica Peterson, Ryder

“There’s a meditative quality to the sound of my horse’s hooves clomping in the pale earth. My pulse beats in time to her steady cadence”
― Jessica Peterson, Ryder