Mary Connealy Quotes & Sayings

A girl," Red whispered. "She'll be as beautiful and ornery as her mama. — Mary Connealy

Just rest another minute, Cass. You needed to cry those tears. You've been through a terrible time. Just let me hold you. — Mary Connealy

Of course she'd told him she would, but if the man hadn't registered her sarcasm, then he wasn't making full use of his ears. — Mary Connealy

Good idea. I'll do it. — Mary Connealy

Rafe hadn't been around women much, but since he'd gotten married to one of the little critters, he'd noticed they seemed to have to say out loud every thought in their head. Including stuff everybody already knew. It'd snowed. Today it was real nice. It was called weather. What was there to talk about? — Mary Connealy

But I need a ride back to town," Grace called after them. "You're not getting a ride back to town, woman. You're married!" Daniel might as well have been a cougar trapped in this cave with her. She'd have felt no safer. "I'm what? — Mary Connealy

The decent, strong person had to do decent, strong things like love unlovable people and keep peace even when it wasn't easy. — Mary Connealy

China doll?" Wade. He spoke softly, coaxing as if she were a timid animal in need of taming. "Where are you, girl? I've come for you." His voice got stronger then faded as he moved around their cabin. "Where are you, doll? — Mary Connealy

True treasure is inside your heart - it's a soul that is at peace with God. So live your life for God. Not for your parents or yourself. Streets of gold are for the next life. — Mary Connealy

Like me being a hero, did you? Racing to the rescue."
"Sure I liked that. But what I loved is the way I felt when I saw you. Not that you'd saved me, but just that you were there. There was no denying how much I loved my husband showing up. It was love pure and simple."
She stretched up and kissed him. Seth wasn't sure if she'd ever kissed him first before.She'd cooperated a few times when he kissed her, but she'd never started it. He gave the kiss right back in full measure and then some. — Mary Connealy

No, Grace, it's not 'Miss Calhoun.'" Daniel had heard her say those words many times. They'd always set his teeth on edge. "It's Mrs. Reeves." Daniel added with angry triumph, "And guess what? I'm calling you Grace and the boys are calling you Ma. — Mary Connealy

We're married. I will protect you. I will die for you. Better than that. I will live for you. — Mary Connealy

I don't reckon men are supposed to think," Sally said philosophically, as the pile of hemp rope grew at her feet. "That's why God gave 'em big muscles. — Mary Connealy

The man was a lunatic who somehow could tap into sanity when he looked her in the eye. What did that man make her? A human straightjacket? — Mary Connealy

Clay caught her hand as she reached for his arm and held it tight. "And the girls can get a meal on, or we'll go eat in the bunkhouse. I want you to rest." "Clay, I don't need to rest." Sophie dabbed at his oozing wound. "There is nothing in the. . ." Sophie realized her fingers were going numb as Clay squeezed tighter and tighter. "The girls can do it. They have a stew already done, so they just need to mix up biscuits and set the table." She was talking fast at the end. Clay released her. Sophie sighed with relief and had to control the urge to rub her hand. She arched one eyebrow at her husband. "Good girl," he said, like she was a well-behaved horse. — Mary Connealy

So now the sky was falling.
Maybe the end of the world. Maybe Jesus coming again.
That suited her.
White lights shot across the sky. She lost count. She stood and watched through Sidney's telescope and felt. For the first time in a year she wasn't ice cold all the way to her soul. It was as close as she could be to free in her stronghold of a home.
Logic told her that the world probably wasn't coming to an end. That would be too easy. She hadn't had an easy day in her life.
She pulled the telescope away from her eye and watched white slices of heavenly light. Content with the goosebumps of fear, her spirits rose. Assuming the world wasn't ending, she'd come to a good place out here. Her children were safe. She was safe
bitterly lonely but safe. — Mary Connealy

Miss Princeton is . . ." He searched for a way to describe her. "Reckless."
"Reckless?" The word escaped all four men in perfect harmony.
He sighed. It wasn't like him to talk about personal matters. Drawing attention to himself was not his style. Back home in Phoenix people expected their ministers to be dignified and sedate. At age thirty, he'd served his church well. He could only imagine what his congregation would say if they knew how their esteemed leader bared his soul to a group of near strangers.
"Maybe that's not the right word but . . ." He couldn't think of another. "She taught our church ladies to play rounders."
The eye behind the monocle never wavered from its examination of him. "Far as I know, rounders isn't a sin. Why are you all riled up? — Mary Connealy

Are they supposed to cry so much and giggle every second when they're not crying? They never quit finding something so funny that I thought it'd break my eardrums a few times. — Mary Connealy

When they did, she wore a dress, but she grumbled the whole time. — Mary Connealy

She'd heard they were gentle, even the bulls. And she was savvy about cattle. She knew how to judge their tempers and stay clear of them when necessary. — Mary Connealy

I love you, Cassie Dawson. I love you and I love our little..." With a sudden start, Red remembered something vital. A tiny spurt of fear flashed in Cassie's eyes. "What is it?" Red said, chagrined, "I just realized I don't know if the baby is a boy or a girl. — Mary Connealy

It's dangerous, but it's a place full of the majesty of creation, too. It's a shining testimony to God. — Mary Connealy

It's hard to think of you as a Margaret. Maizy suits you."
"I doubt I'd answer to anything else." Maizy smiled as she adjusted the cloth. — Mary Connealy

He rubbed the ugly, jagged scar that ran from the corner of his eye to his hairline just above his ear. He was glad he had it. A lifelong reminder of that awful day — Mary Connealy

She'd learned so many ways to be modest, it had become a source of pride. — Mary Connealy

Smiling for the first time all day, he came in to supper, slung an arm around Sophie's waist, and gave her a loud smack on the lips. "The cattle are settled in the summer pasture. Tomorrow I start working around the place, repairing and adding here and there. The men will be able to help, too. I hope you didn't do all the man's work yourself, Sophie darlin'. You did leave something for me, didn't you?" "Clay, you're filthy." Sophie slapped at Clay's chest, but he could tell by her grin that she was pleased with his attention. "It's hard work and honest dirt, darlin'. Let me share a little with you." Clay pulled her closer, but she jumped back, grabbed a ladle off the stove, and waved it threateningly at him, failing to suppress a smile. The girls started giggling, and maybe for the first time, Clay didn't mind it at all. — Mary Connealy

I heard the main reason the Israelites spent forty years wandering in the desert looking for the Promised Land was because Moses refused to ask directions. — Mary Connealy

I've seen too much of the beauty of the Lord's creation to ever doubt the Almighty. — Mary Connealy

Try an' get some rest, darlin'." Clay pressed her back against her pillow. Sophie nodded. Clay stood and took a couple of steps toward the door. He paused and looked back at her, and then he awkwardly came back, leaned over, and kissed her on the forehead, then the cheek, then her lips. He brushed her hair back again. "You and the girls, and this life I've got myself into, will always be a miracle to me, Sophie. — Mary Connealy

He pictured Maizy here, permanently. His. He liked the idea so much it shocked him. And then he pictured her at his side when they got thrown off the land.
Rylan hated to see her go. But he knew if he talked her into staying permanently, he'd end up dragging her down with him when he failed. And that would hurt worse than broken ribs any day. — Mary Connealy

Beautiful. "But if we get out of here and you're . . . uh . . . old and - " ugly - "sixty years old or something . . . — Mary Connealy

She tugged on her sleeves again. He could tell the dress was bothering her something fierce. Well, he could understand that. He'd've been mighty uncomfortable in a dress himself, and she was probably no more used to a dress than he was. — Mary Connealy

Beautiful woman. Beautiful? That thought cleared his head. Uh . . . you're not fifty or sixty years old, — Mary Connealy

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Death grip. Life grip was really a better way to describe it. — Mary Connealy

To my way of thinking, no one can live in the grandest cathedral on earth, the Rocky Mountains, and not know that there's someone bigger than man in charge of the world. — Mary Connealy

And they rode for home. His ice had thawed. Her fire had calmed. They'd thrived alone, but there'd been no happiness.
Together they were better, stronger, wiser, more faithful.
Together they'd forged their fire and ice into the warmth of true love. — Mary Connealy

But a woman couldn't stop her thoughts until she had them, now could she? — Mary Connealy