48 Quotes by Sally Thorne

I love him so much it’s like a thread piercing me. Punching holes. Dragging through. Stitching love into me. I’ll never be able to untangle myself from this feeling. The color of love is surely this robin’s-egg blue.

I love you, Lucy Hutton. So much, you have no idea. Please be my best friend.

You wouldn’t have been sitting there alone. I would have been there. It would have been me.

He holds the elevator door open with one enormous hand and leans out to look at the weather. Then he swings those dark blue eyes to mine, his brow beginning to crease. The familiar bubble forms in my head. I wish he was my friend. I burst it with a pin. “I’ll give you a ride,” he forces out. “Ugh, no way,” I say over my shoulder and run.

It’s a corporate truth universally acknowledged that workers would rather eat rat skeletons than participate in group activities.

You are deeply weird.

See,” he says into my mouth. “I don’t hate you, Lucy.

There’s still one solid-gold good man left out there. He’s the high-tide mark in a world of inch-deep puddles.

Quick, I’m having a winemergency.