Hope Springs Quotes

“What if I agree to call you darling from now on, and you agree to call me Joseph?” Her expression was equal parts disbelief and amusement. “I always call you Joseph.” “I know. I just really like the way you say it.” She gave him a sidelong look. “Are you talking sweet to me, Joseph?”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs

“We need to do something about your unpronounceable name.” ’Twas a pointed remark, one accompanied by a look of such earnestness she knew on the instant he meant it as more than a jest. “Perhaps I need a new one,” she suggested. He whispered, his breath tickling the hair that hung loose over her ear. “There is no ‘perhaps’ about it, Katie. I mean to see to it you have a new last name, and I know exactly which one it ought to be.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs

“That right there, Katie, is proof to me that he’ll make you happy. And that is what I want most for you.” “You are a good man, Tavish O’Connor.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs

“I love you, Katie Macauley.” He swallowed with effort. “I have almost from the very beginning. The longer I know you, the more I—” The pain of regret and worry forestalled any further admissions. “I need to go sit with the girls,” he said. “The O’Connors are going to look after you. I promise I’ll be back. I promise.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs

“I have missed that smile, Katie.” He cupped her face with his hand, memorizing the look and feel of her there, less burdened, less pained than she’d been since the fire. “I worried so many times during the last ten days that I’d never see you smile again.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs

“You’re no autumn leaf falling down at the first stiff breeze.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs

“Ten I will write you letters and leave them around the house for you to find.”
He meant to write her love letters. “And I will write you letters as well.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs

“He loved her with every beat of his heart.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs

“He prefers tears of laughter to tears of sadness.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs

“Most times, though, a woman doesn’t need saving; she needs someone to walk at her side while she works out her own rescue.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs

“Though smiling through troubles didn’t always come easily, he’d found strength in it.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs

“A woman ought to be important enough to a man for him to make an effort to show her he thought of her often.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs

“Laughing was his way of dealing with the difficulties.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs

“She looked up into Joseph’s dark eyes. “You taught them the tune?” He gave a small nod. “I’ve heard you play it so many times I have it memorized. It fills my mind whenever my thoughts turn to you.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs

“You love him, Katie.” Biddy squeezed her shoulder. “That is not a weakness. Love gives us strength when our own fails us.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs

“When a person is dying inside, she doesn’t need a jester.” Biddy set the bandages in his hands. “She needs a champion.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs

“I’m here, Katie.” He brushed his thumb over the lines of agony etched in her face. A tear escaped her eyes. Joseph kissed it away. “I’m here, Katie. I won’t leave you.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs

“You do know, Katie, that you aren’t allowed to give up, don’t you? Even if you choose Tavish, even if you decide to go back to Ireland after all, you have to pull through this.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs

“Would you rather I not be part of your life, Katie?” Even suggesting it made him uneasy. What would he do if she said she wanted him gone? His heart had been set on Katie almost from the first moment they met.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs

“He brushed his hand along her face. “I love you, Katie.” He kept the whisper almost inaudible. Her eyelids fluttered and she smiled a bit. Had she heard him? “Katie? But she didn’t answer, didn’t stir.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs

“Tavish stepped directly up to the man, nearly nose to nose. “Who put you in charge of Katie’s welfare?” Granny shushed them loudly. “I declare, the two of you are worse than a couple of tomcats fighting over a molly. If you’d stop your screeching for one minute I could open the window and listen in.” Tavish didn’t look away from Joseph. The man didn’t look away from him, either. They’d never spoken their rivalry out loud, but Tavish knew it was well and truly there.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs

“I believe Joseph may be courting her.” “There’s no ‘may be’ about it, son. There has long been a fondness in Joseph’s eyes when he speaks of her.” “I’ve noticed that myself.” But that hint of fondness had grown into something more of late. “I can’t like the idea of being set up to compete with Joseph Archer. He has every advantage.” “Is that so?” Da scratched his chin and gave him a look of deepest pondering. “Here I was thinking you had the advantage of being the first to court her, of sharing a heritage with her. And I could have sworn you had always had an easy way with women, a handsome enough face to turn heads wherever you go, and a personality one can’t help but grow fond of. And, fool that I am, I believed you were the one to whom she’d first opened her past and her heart.” “Then why is it, Da, I can’t shake off the worry that I might be losing her?”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs

“I wish I could help. I’d offer to put a day in at the mercantile, but I can’t clean worth anything.” “I know,” she muttered. He smiled a bit. “And I am absolutely certain no one would buy a loaf of bread I made.” “Especially if they knew you mixed it on the floor.” “A very good point, Katie.” He laughed through the words and felt her chuckle against him. He kept her close, hoping doing so didn’t make him selfish. She needed comfort and had turned to him. She was being courted by someone else. Yet, she’d turned to him. He was very confused. But, Katie was there, with him. He’d made her laugh. That was something.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs

“There are far better distractions than putting up preserves,” he whispered to her. Her entire face heated even as a tiny smile echoed from her heart. “Do you never stop flirting, Tavish O’Connor?” “Of course. But I needed to see that smile of yours, Sweet Katie.” He spoke quietly, his breath tickling the hair near her temple. “Everything’s right in my world when you smile.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs

“You’re treating her as you ought?” “Aye.” “Don’t let me hear otherwise.” Tavish nodded his understanding. He moved to unhitch the horse. “And, son?” He looked back to the porch. “Our Katie’s quite a catch. Don’t let her slip through your fingers.” “I don’t intend to.” “That’s a good lad.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs

“Looks to me as though I ought to be taking my wife out for a Sunday afternoon drive so I can get myself a nice squeeze afterwards,” Da’s deep, gravelly voice said from nearby. “Quit interrupting my squeeze, will ya, Da?” He didn’t release Katie by so much as an inch. “Can’t do that, son. The lass hasn’t a father here to see to it suitors treat her as they ought. I’ve taken that task to my own self, I have.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs

“Are you trying to trick me into serenading you, you troublesome woman?” He laughed as he clicked the reins, setting the horse going a bit. “I’ll tell you here and now, Sweet Katie, I don’t sing for just anyone, nor for just any occasion.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs

“You’ve held up better than anyone could have expected, considering all that’s happened. And besides, what’s the use of having a man about if he can’t help piece you back together now and then?”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs

“He turned her hand over and pressed a kiss to her palm. She blushed red as a strawberry. “Keep doing that, Tavish O’Connor, and I’ll begin to suspect you fancy me.” He loved when she teased him back. The first few weeks he’d known her, she had been far too serious. “What do I need to do to get you from ‘suspecting’ to ‘believing’?”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs

“You smell like flowers, love. And you feel like heaven.” The tiniest of laughs answered. “You always do manage to think of honeyed words, don’t you?” “And what if I further said that, if we have a céilí this Saturday, I’d like for you to be my particular companion for the evening?”
― Sarah M. Eden, Hope Springs