A Virgin River Christmas Quotes

“Well, what am I supposed to do?"

"Well, you can take a nap, read a little of my book, or close your eyes. Or you could stare--get the thrill of your life."

"She put her hands on her hips. "You really wouldn't care, would you?"

"Not really. A bath is a serious business when it's that much trouble. And it's pretty quick in winter." He started to chuckle.

"What's so funny?" she asked, a little irritated.

"I was just thinking. It's cold enough in here, you might not see that much."

Her cheeks went hot, so she pretended not to understand. "But in summer, you can lay in the tub all afternoon?"

"In summer, I wash in the creek." He grinned at her. "Why don't you comb the snarls out of your hair? You look like a wild banshee."

She stared at him a minute, then said, "Don't flirt with me. It won't do you any good."

-Marcie and Ian”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“As he looked down at her, his eyes were both warm and curious. "You don't look as tough as that."

"I don't know how tough I am--look at me, sick as a pup. But I bet I can match you for stubborn."

A sound came out of him.

"Holy shit, Ian--was that a laugh?"

"A cough," he lied. "You probably got me sick.”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“What the hell was that?"

"Puma," he said. "Mountain lion."

"I knew that was a lion." She stopped suddenly. "You didn't hurt him, did you?"

"Marcie, he wanted to eat you! Are you worried about his soul or something?"

"I just wanted him to go away," she said. "I didn't want him to go dead."

-Marcie and Ian”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“The door jerked open and he glowered at her. "What do you want?"

"Hey! Why are you mad at me? I just want to talk to you."

"I don't want to talk," he said, pushing the door closed.

With inexplicable courage, she put her booted food in it's path. "Then maybe you can listen."

"No!" he bellowed.

"You're not going to scare me!" she shouted at him.

Then he roared like a wild animal. He bared his teeth, his eyes lit like there were gold flames in them, and the sound that came out of him was otherworldly.

She jumped back, her eyes as wide as hubcaps. "Okay," she said, putting up her hands, palms toward him. "Maybe you do scare me. A little."

-Ian and Marcie”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“When he came back, he fed the fire, rolled out his pallet, turned off the light and laid down. After several minutes of quiet darkness, she heard his voice. "Sorry if I scared you. I don't roar that often."
-Ian to Marcie”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“She’d never been any kind of camper, never had been good at relieving a full bladder on a whim. Never had quite figured out that squat; it seemed like she’d always wet her right foot.”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“This cook, Preacher? He's unbelievable. I had some of his venison chili when I first got to town and it almost made me pass out, it was so good."

Hi slips curved in a smile. "You at venison, Marcie?"

"I didn't have a relationship with the deer," she explained.

"You don't have a relationship with my deer either," he pointed out.

"Yeah, but I have a relationship with you--you've seen me in my underwear. And you have a relationship with the deer. If you fed him to me, it would be like you shot and fed me your friend. Or something."

Ian just drained his beer and smiled at her enough to show his teeth. "I wouldn't shoot that particular buck," he admitted. "But if I had a freezer, I'd shoot his brother."

"There's something off about that," she said, just as Jack placed her wine in front of her. "Wouldn't it be more logical if hunters didn't get involved with their prey? Or their families? Oh, never mind--I can't think about this before eating my meat loaf. Who knows who's in it?"

-Ian and Marcie”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“Don't worry, Ian. I totally protected your anonymity. I told her you were my brother."

"Great," he pouted."Now she's going to ask me about you. And I told you--I'm friendly and pleasant and then I move on."

"You can do that. She'll find you perfectly understandable."

"Oh? And why's that?"

"Well, she wondered about you. Said you ask for some heavy reading sometimes, but that you didn't make much conversation."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes," Marcie explained. "I said you were brilliant, but not a very social animal. I said she shouldn't expect a lot of chitchat from you, but you were perfectly nice and there was no reason to be shy around you--you're safer than you look."

"Is that so? And how did you convince her of that?"

"Easy. I said you were an idiot savant--brilliant in literature and many other things, but socially you weren't on your game."

"Oh, Jesus Christ!"

-Ian and Marcie”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“God understands everything. And even He made a mistake or two. Look at the size of avocado seeds - way too big. And pomegranates? Too many seeds. What a waist of fruit!”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“But, Marcie had reminded herself, I don’t know the weight of anyone else’s burdens—only my own. She didn’t judge. She didn’t feel smart or strong enough to judge.”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“What were you thinking while that happened, Ian?” Before he could come up with an answer, the truth came out. “I was thinking, thank God I didn’t forget how that was done.” She laughed, rubbing his back. “What were you thinking?” he asked. “I was thinking, thank God he didn’t forget how that was done.” But”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“God understands everything. And even He made a mistake or two. Look at the size of avocado seeds—way too big. And pomegranates? Too many seeds. What a waste of fruit!” He”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“The star is faith. A belief that a power greater than ourselves will, given the opportunity, lead us to our destination.”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“So, he found the boy and saved him. And then took all his canned stew to the old man next door. Either Ian had changed dramatically or he'd always been the kind of man who was drawn to helping out when he could. She'd seen a few changes in him, but what she suspected was that this life alone was not really who he was. He hadn't run off so much as he'd been abandoned--by the Corps, his girl, his father, his brothers in arms. So he isolated himself a while until he could get his bearings figure out where he was going and how he was going to live. It was possible that the information she brought him about Bobby's last three years and passing helped him find some closure in that. That's what she came to do. If she'd done that, then that was all she could ask.”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“It was as if I felt his spirit leave him. I don't know if you'll understand this -- it was a great relief to know that all this time his spirit had been there while we all loved him so well. I had always thought it was possible that his spirit had gone home long before his body would release its hold -- but I swear to you. I had a fullness in my heart as though he'd passed through me as he departed.”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“She'd been reading classics to Bobby, more for herself that him, but her own tastes ran to newer romances. Deep, emotional romances with happy ending. Where things worked out. Whatever book she chose would have to be the right one; it was the only diversion she had.”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“She yelled at the closed door. "But I've come too goddamn far and gone to too much goddamn trouble to be scared for long!" She kicked the closed door as hard as she could, then yelped and hopped around the pain in her toes.”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“It’s awful reading letters you’ve written. All the bad sentences, terrible spelling, stupid remarks … I bet when you go to hell, they just read every letter you ever wrote out loud.”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“fired twice into a thick tree—three shots were the signal that you were lost, two was a standard response from a search team, and one shot could be mistaken for a hunter. You never sent a bullet into the air with the possible outcome of it returning to earth to find a living person”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“Ah. Methylsulphonymethane. People around here use it for damn near everything. It’s famous for cell repair. I guess Doc’s right—you’re in good hands.”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“If you never let anyone get near you, they soon got the message you wanted to be left alone.”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“I know you’d protect me from anything. Even yourself.”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“She felt tears on her cheeks, but she didn’t feel pain. Just that loneliness that sometimes plagued her.”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“I’m the weak one, he thought dismally, and she’s the one with the strength of a thousand soldiers.”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“And he wanted someone to care enough about him to try to find him. He wanted someone to love him. It had been so long since anyone had loved him.”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“He looked a little crazy, till you got used to him. He could act as if he had needs barely above the animal kingdom, taking roughing it to the next level. When he was in his working clothes, he looked as if he barely subsisted. He could growl and snarl like a lunatic. But he had intelligent diction, good table manners, and while he might not be terribly social and on the quiet side, he had no trouble being around people. He was perfectly cordial.”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“I found him, I want to get to know him, I want to understand him. Everything. I want to understand everything. And that takes time. And there’s no place I have to be right now.”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“He is that guy who seems so alone and a guy who’s made his way in the world just fine. It’s just that his world is a different kind of world; it’s not that rushing, heavily populated world of demands and connections so many of us have. His is mostly a quiet world and his relationships seemed to be the same. The way he seemed to like it.”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“Is there something you are inexplicably driven to complete and you can no more stop yourself than you can turn back time? Is this a mission of mercy, meant for goodness and healing? For love and kindness? Because you have to ask yourself that. This is not a season to heal your own wounds at the expense of another—but a time for rekindling love and moving ahead into a better world. Isn’t that what the birth of Christ promised? A better world? Then we have to ask ourselves—do I see the way? Do I see—do I feel the star in the east? Am I being led? Marcie”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“It is a gift of light, of guidance, of leadership, of passage and understanding and illumination. “Have you ever been driven to do something, but lacked direction? Have you ever been one of those people who didn’t pray too often but were in sudden, desperate need of help and found yourself on your knees? The star is faith. A belief that a power greater than ourselves will, given the opportunity, lead us to our destination. The star is meaning, purpose, promise that we’ll be given divine illumination. That our way will be filled with the light of understanding and keep us from stumbling. That is the miracle of the star. “As”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas