Good Girl Quotes

“You know how I said Jenny’s voice sounded like her heart?
I’m wrong.
Her voice sounds like my heart.
And I want it back. I want her back.”
― Lauren Layne, Good Girl

“I don’t want to belong to anyone but myself. I don’t want to live anyone’s life but my own.
And I do not fit into Jenny Dawson’s life. I’ve known it from the very beginning.
But damned if it didn’t feel like she was just starting to fit into mine.”
― Lauren Layne, Good Girl

“How was it? The kiss, I mean?” Noah doesn’t look back. “What, you want like a star rating?” “No, I just… you kiss different from the boys I know.” “Well, maybe that’s your problem,” he says, still not looking at me. “You’ve been kissing boys.”
― Lauren Layne, Good Girl

“I’m starting to feel a lot less like running from something and a lot more like…home.”
Finn pulls out his phone. “I need to write that down. See if Ma will stick it on a quilt for me.”
― Lauren Layne, Good Girl

“I hurriedly grab my stuff, making sure there’s no sign of my presence before I can dash into Noah’s tiny closet, leaving it open just a crack so I can breathe and see what I’m doing.
Oh, what’s that? I didn’t mention that my revenge plan is totally creepy and a lot immature? It is.
Don’t care.”
― Lauren Layne, Good Girl

“You’re playing with fire, little girl,” he says quietly. “I’m not one of your toys, and I’m not interested in what you’re offering.”
“I’m not offering anything.” I retort, even though his words sting. “I like my men more…refined.”
His grin calls my bluff. “You sure about that?”
― Lauren Layne, Good Girl

“I dump a handful of chocolate chips into the blender. Chocolate fixes everything.
Tucking the phone between my ear and shoulder, I put the lid on and flick the blender back on, sort of relishing the hacking noise the chocolate chips make as they whir.
“What the heck is that noise?” Amber asks.
“Just throwing some carrots into the blender,” I lie.
“Oh, good call! I love how carrots add that delicious bit of sweetness,” she says.
I roll my eyes. Sweetness my ass. They’re carrots.”
― Lauren Layne, Good Girl

“I stand still, my body humming in anticipation, as Noah comes in the door.
“Hey, boy,” I hear him say quietly to Ranger. “Where’d you get that bone, huh? You steal it from the stupid cotton ball?”
I roll my eyes. Sure, my dog’s the stupid one. I saw Ranger barking at his own shadow the other day.”
― Lauren Layne, Good Girl

“I look from her to the dog, who I belatedly realize is now wearing a pink bow.
No. Just hell no.
What have I gotten myself into?
More important, how do I get myself out?”
― Lauren Layne, Good Girl

“A little more time, Vaughn,” I say quietly. “I hate having to say this out loud, but I’m…I’m reeling, man. I feel like I’ve been in an aimless free-fall for years, and this place…it’s helping. I don’t know why, I don’t know how, but it’s helping.”
He searches my face carefully. “You sure it’s the place?” he asks slowly. “Or is it the girl?”
― Lauren Layne, Good Girl

“you never know.”
― Lauren Layne, Good Girl

“Damn it, I want Noah Maxwell to care about me. I want a tiny bit of tenderness from this rough, gruff guy who most of the time can barely stand me.
Keep dreaming, princess, I tell myself in a mocking version of his harsh, drawling timbre.
But then I really must be dreaming, because his hand moves, hovering above mine with only a split second of hesitation before it closes over mine gently but authoritatively.
I bite my lip to fight the smile, but it comes all the same.
“Don’t make it weird, princess,” he says gruffly.”
― Lauren Layne, Good Girl

“I like your laugh,” I blurt out.
His laugh breaks off abruptly. Whoops.
“I mean, I’m not like naming our babies or anything,” I correct. “I’m just saying you have a nice laugh.”
― Lauren Layne, Good Girl

“I, myself, am Jenny Dawson.
A country singer.
Don’t.
Roll.
Your.
Eyes.
I get? that country music can be polarizing, I do, I really do. But I swear I don’t twang about dead dogs and dusty highways. I just write songs about real life. My life. And then I sing them.
Formerly in the shower, and now on the radio.”
― Lauren Layne, Good Girl