301 Quotes About Small-town-romance

Never trust anything you hear from an old Irishman,” my grandmother Gigi always said, and she should know because she’d married and buried three of them.

I’m Bill Smith, private investigator from Miami, Florida.” “Private investigator?” Shari glanced over at me. “Yes, from Miami, Florida,” he said again, as if that were significant. “I’m looking for a man.” “Oh, honey, aren’t we all?

She wants to launch her dead husbands into outer space?

I mean, we haven’t moved in together yet, obviously, but there has been all sorts of fornication. Trust me, that ship has sailed.” “Jeeeezus,” Harlan muttered.

Nell grinned. “Yep, I’m writing yours and Jack’s story next. Even got the title – Christmas in July.

My life was such a cluster right now. Starting something with Beau was the epitome of stupid, but damn, his fingers had felt good against my face. And that spark in his eyes was a beacon calling to my soul. Telling me to dock my fucked-up ship in his port and he’d make sure it didn’t sink.

He felt lightheaded, almost dizzy, as he deepened the kiss, his fingers curling lightly around the tendrils of her hair. His other arm encircled her waist, pressing her closer, and for a moment he went for broke, kissing her with everything he had. And now that he knew he wasn’t going to get his face slapped, he slowed down to take his time and do it right. The outside world simply ceased to exist. There was only Chloe, warm in his embrace, as her lips responded to his.

Her fingertips dug into his shoulders as she pressed closer. Then her lips parted to his, and there was no mistaking the passion in her response. Wild and sweet… His eyes were closed, but in his mind’s eye he saw the lights of the giant tree, and he knew he’d found a Christmas memory worth keeping.

Some people aren't meant to stay in your life. But, that doesn't mean you can't carry a piece of them in your heart.