The Record of My Heart Quotes

“Making love to you in the middle of the night—the quiet passion of that experience—it almost brought tears to my eyes. Maybe a “real” man shouldn’t admit things like that, but I’m inclined to argue that only a real man would allow himself to acknowledge such depth of feeling and have the courage to share it with the woman he loves.”
― Georgina Guthrie, The Record of My Heart

“Whatever.”
I hate that word. I never hear it without wanting to throttle the person saying it.
What does it mean?
Do whatever you want. It makes no difference to me. I don’t care. Fuck you.”
― Georgina Guthrie, The Record of My Heart

“Whatever.” I hate that word. I never hear it without wanting to throttle the person saying it. What does it mean? Do whatever you want. It makes no difference to me. I don’t care. Fuck you.”
― Georgina Guthrie, The Record of My Heart

“I’ll see you in sixteen hours. Yes, I’m counting. No, I don’t care if you think I’m a lunatic. Yes, I love you with every fiber of my being.”
― Georgina Guthrie, The Record of My Heart

“~Daniel (AKA, the man who loves you from your head to your toes and adores all the delicious stops in between.)”
― Georgina Guthrie, The Record of My Heart

“Our fingertips met in the middle of the table. It was the briefest moment of connection, but at the same time, the most intimate of touches. A bond seemed to form between us in that instant. I almost heard something snap into place. It was as if I’d been trapped in a vault for a year and Aubrey had her ear pressed against the unlocking mechanism. Somehow only she could spin the lock and find that magical series of numbers which would allow the tumbler to click.”
― Georgina Guthrie, The Record of My Heart

“I’ve invoked God’s assistance so many times today, I fear I may owe Him my right arm, or potentially, my first born. My parents would not be impressed with this sort of irreverence. My mother would be quick to point out that God is not Rumpelstiltskin.”
― Georgina Guthrie, The Record of My Heart

“When I try to distil my thoughts into cogent, straightforward prose, I see Aubrey in my mind’s eye, and everything seems to go slightly out of focus. It’s not an entirely unpleasant sensation. I would liken it to reaching for a pair of reading glasses and picking up a prism instead. You wouldn’t be able to read a newspaper through it, but you’d be treated to a beautiful array of light and color, all the same…”
― Georgina Guthrie, The Record of My Heart