Myra McEntire Quotes & Sayings
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Famous Quotes By Myra McEntire
Hey, bro, do you think you can put Shorty back on her chain?"
I stepped forward with my hands on my hips, only slightly intimidated to find Kaleb almost eye level with me when he was seated and I was standing.
"First of all, no one is the boss of me but me. Secondly, if you ever reference my 'chain' again, I will kick your ass." I jabbed him hard in the chest with my finger. Possibly breaking it. "And thirdly, don't call me Shorty."
Kaleb sat silently for a second, his eyes wide as he looked at Michael. "Where did you get her? Can you get me one?"
I blew out a loud, frustrated sigh and dropped down beside Michael, who didn't even try to hide his smile. "You should probably apologize to Emerson."
"I am sorry." Kaleb grinned at me. "Sorry I didn't meet you first. — Myra McEntire
Are you really reading that, or are you just trying to show off?" I asked, lowering myself into the seat.
He looked over the paper, opened his mouth, and a torrent of foreign words flew out.
"Okay, sorry, just asking. Wait, how many of those were curse words? — Myra McEntire
I love you - broken in pieces, whole, however. No matter what the future brings, no matter what was in the past. — Myra McEntire
We all love and we all lose and we go on loving just the same. — Myra McEntire
I'd never touched alcohol - doesn't mix too well with crazy pills - but I knew at that moment what it must feel like to be drunk. Everything in my world shifted, and I knew I would trade every breath I'd ever taken for more of him. In a heartbeat. — Myra McEntire
And I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I was in the right place-okay," I amended when he raised his eyebrows. "The wrong place at the right time." More head shaking. — Myra McEntire
I'm never going to see him again. There were so many things I didn't say, and after my parents ... I swore I'd never leave anything unsaid. But I did. Now he's gone. — Myra McEntire
I am super awkward at social situations in general, and there's some major stuff going down, so I'm not going to hold to any sort of societal standard, and I'm just going to pretend like we've known each other long enough to say what's on our mind, and I hope that's okay. — Myra McEntire
I smiled back as he walked away, but all the lovely butterflies in my stomach landed one by one in a cold, dead heap. — Myra McEntire
It's amazing what flipping a grown man over her shoulder does for a girl. — Myra McEntire
Memories and emotions are all tied up. The morestrongly you feel about a situation influences how youremember it. — Myra McEntire
I'd always leaned toward the shy side but was never unsocial until I started seeing visions of people from the past. It's a really strange existence, not knowing if the person you're talking to is physically there or not. Not knowing if you're one hallucination away from a psychotic break. — Myra McEntire
Funny, gorgeous, and a genius. What a package. He backed out of the parking space, smiling as he drove away.
I loved that he left crazy off the list.
I loved it even more that he would never think to add it. — Myra McEntire
If he wasn't already holding my heart in the palm of his hand, I would have taken it out and given it to him right then. — Myra McEntire
Emerson, you just shared your deepest secret with me. I value that. Don't make light of it.
If he wasn't already holding my heart in the palm of his hand, I would have taken it out and given it to him. — Myra McEntire
There's not a boy alive like the one in my dreams. — Myra McEntire
I'm a bad ass. A bad ass who bakes when he's depressed. — Myra McEntire
I had a dilemma. I could find absolutely no good reason to slap the girl standing in the kitchen doorway. And I really wanted one. — Myra McEntire
I was grateful I could attach my feelings for him to something, even a scientific connection. Chemistry. I thought about the amount of energy we produced when we accidentally touched and had a brief vision of what it would be like if our lips met. Would the world explode around us? — Myra McEntire
My breath caught in my throat.
Buttered biscuits and honey.
You're not what I expected. — Myra McEntire
She might as well get to know the real you." Michael shrugged.
"I don't appreciate what that implies," Kaleb said through gritted teeth. — Myra McEntire
The tears formed and I fought not to blink, knowing if one tiny wet drop escaped, the battle would be over.
I lost. — Myra McEntire
He's going to think I tried too had."
"He's going to be too busy looking at you to think of anything. — Myra McEntire
If I've learned something from all this crap ... it's that living anywhere other than in the moment is a mistake ... The future is subjective. — Myra McEntire
If you let a single life event define you then all you need to change things--if you want them to change--is another. — Myra McEntire
Aren't I supposed to be brave, fearless? Isn't that what the world expects?"
"Screw what the world expects. Think about all the things you've faced. You cracked, but you didn't break. You're still standing. I'd call that fearless. You've already conquered so much. — Myra McEntire
Maybe Michael left a candle burning. Maybe be forgot to turn off his iron, or the oven. Maybe he left his dishwasher running and it was flooding the place, or a thirsty plant desperately needed water.
Maybe I was way out of line. — Myra McEntire
It was a kiss good-bye. I didn't think I'd ever see you again, and I didn't want to die without knowing what kissing you felt like." He groaned. "It all sounds so dramatic. — Myra McEntire
It turns out, teachers think of glitter as the herpes of craft world- impossible to contain or exterminate. (Beer Buckets and Baby Jesus) — Myra McEntire
What are you chopping up?"
"The trinity: onions, green peppers, and celery. Etouffee's going in the pot. Dune and Nate are on the way back from their consults, and they're bringing crawfish. So," he said, scraping bits of cut vegetables from his knife onto the side of the stainless-steel pan, "final judgement's on the way. — Myra McEntire
Autumn always fascinated me - so much beauty in dying. Leaves holding on until the bitter end, finally going down in a blaze of glory, almost as if they were trying to convince us to keep them alive. — Myra McEntire
Welcome to insanity. — Myra McEntire
Screw what the world expects. Think about all the things you've faced. You cracked, but you didn't break. You're still standing. I'd call that fearless. — Myra McEntire
Spies should be able to endure torture and still keep their secrets. I spilled mine out like pennies from a broken piggy bank. — Myra McEntire
He made no attempt to move toward me but stood still, his bright blue eyes assessing me. I shivered. He was giving my goose bumps a field day. — Myra McEntire
Forget sleeping in it. I'd also shoved a bookcase in front of the door and forbidden anyone else to go in. Thomas didn't say a word.
But he did start perusing local real estate listings. — Myra McEntire
I mean, they were really high and pointy, and although I'm not clumsy, they were potentially lethal both to me and anyone in my general vicinity. — Myra McEntire
Crazy like he's a serial killer, or crazy like he attends Star Trek conventions in full costume?"
"That's only crazy if you dress like a Klingon," I pointed out. — Myra McEntire
I'm simply reminding you that you're worth more than what you'll find at the bottom of a bottle. — Myra McEntire
I reached our building only to find a wide-eyed Southern belle wearing a Civil Way-era dress blocking the front door. A silk parasol and a full hoopskirt completed her ensemble. I wore something like it to a costume party once, but hers was an original. Frustration was back, and now it was in my way.
In the form of freaking Scarlatt O'Hara.
Sighing, I stuck my hand through her stomach to turn the knob, meeting no resistance. I rolled my eyes as she gasped, fluttered her eyelashes, and disappeared in a puff of air.
You know, Scarlett, Rhett didn't give a dang, and frankly, I don't either. — Myra McEntire
Didn't I just ask you to stop asking questions?"
"You asked me to stop for one second. You should have been more specific if you wanted longer." Having a big brother taught me quite a bit about arguing with the intent to wear down my opponent. — Myra McEntire
Would you like to try this again then, another time?"
"I'd very much like to try this again, another time." He grinned, but it carried a touch of sadness. "I'll give you a second to ... uh ... fix your hair."
"My hair?"
"I'll give you a second to fix my hair. I mean, I'll give you a second while I go fix my hair." He let out a sigh. "I mean, I'll see you downstairs."
He turned to walk out of the room, but unfortunately, he forgot to open the door first. I managed to hold my laughter until he got it right. — Myra McEntire
Her words sounded accusatory, and after the way she'd grabbed the binder, I couldn't help going on the defensive. I'd apologize, but I'm not happy about it either. — Myra McEntire
No matter what your reality looks like, you're the girl I'm in love with today, and the same girl I'll be in love with tomorrow and all the days after that. Not just because of who you are, but because of who you were.
It's all part of your story, Em. And I want to be a part of your story, too. — Myra McEntire
Most of what I say is complete truth. My edit button is broken. — Myra McEntire
Lots of unbelievable things happened. Every day. Things like gravity. — Myra McEntire
You know, Scarlett, Rhett didn't give a damn, and frankly, I don't either. — Myra McEntire
He bent down burying his face in my neck. I reached back to grab onto the iron bars behind me to hold myself up. My jacket slipped off my shoulders. I was pretty sure I was on fire and at that moment I would have sworn that bursting into flame was a glorious way to go. — Myra McEntire
I don't know what any of this means, but I know that when I thought you were gone, I couldn't breathe. It felt like half of me was missing." I kept babbling, my edit button not only broken, but completely obliterated. "I'm seventeen. Who feels like this at seventeen? — Myra McEntire
It's not my goal to freak you out."
"Too bad," I answered. "Because that one was so solid it didn't even touch the net." Swish. — Myra McEntire
Tuxedo Guy looked even better the closer he got to us- tall wide shoulders, smooth skin, those lips. — Myra McEntire
Two halves of one whole? Do you do drugs? Pot? Acid? What? I asked my brother if he got you fresh from rehab, but I really didn't think it was a possibility until now."
"I don't do drugs, and you aren't crazy. Considering all the other things you've experienced, is it really so impossible to believe? — Myra McEntire
That hurts me in my feminism. — Myra McEntire
Michael put the paper down and leaned across the table toward me, unexpectedly intense. "What do you want?"
"I already ordered an espresso," I answered, reflexively leaning back.
"No, I mean what do you want from life?"
"Good morning to you, too. Isn't it a little early for philosophy? — Myra McEntire
I don't need any bonus material to throw me over the edge later.
Or don a flight of stairs, under a bus, and straight back to the mental ward. — Myra McEntire
I've not forgiven you." I could feel my legs shaking, hear the tears in my voice. "I don't know how long it's going to take me to forgive you, or if I ever will, but I'm so happy that you're here right now. — Myra McEntire
Getting a full-body buzz with a guy I'd just met was as weird as seeing dead people. But much more enjoyable. — Myra McEntire
Unless you're trying to make a pile of bread crumbs to find your way home, you should probably give that roll a break. — Myra McEntire
We reached to pick up the vase at the same time, and our fingertips touched. A current of energy pulsed through his hand to mine. My skin felt too small, stretched too tight, as if searching out more exposure to his. I heard several pings, and the table went dark. — Myra McEntire
You think you can start tomorrow? I need a break."
"Only if you can free me from this beast of a chair," I said, wiggling as I tried to get some leverage. "What do you feed this thing? Customers?"
"Relax." Lily let her hair fall around her shoulders and grinned at me. "I kind of like having a captive audience. — Myra McEntire
After I pulled in, I decided in my typical fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants fashion that if anyone asked, I was going to be "lost." I hoped no one would have the opportunity to look in the car. Lost and a fancy GPS system didn't go together. — Myra McEntire
For a chance with you, I can wait. — Myra McEntire
Time travel? Saving the world? Had I fallen into a straight-to-DVD release? — Myra McEntire
I wanted to be alone with him. Really alone. "Maybe we should take this back to my place." He lifted his head to look at me, a strange expression on his face. I let out a nervous giggle. "That sounded better in my head."
"It sounded pretty damn good out of it. — Myra McEntire
It's different this time."
"It was different last time."
Thomas tried again. "This guy-"
"Has a third eye you can visibly see? — Myra McEntire
He took my face into his hands, using them to control the intensity and depth of our kiss, which quickly moved from sweet to reckless. It was the most lovely of assaults. — Myra McEntire
Just Michael, how grateful I was that he was alive, how much I wanted to touch him. How much I wanted him to touch me.
He kept his eyes on the activity outside. "Emerson, you can't look at me like that. Not right now."
"How do you know I'm looking at you?"
"I can feel it." He smiled. I couldn't see it, but I could hear it in his voice. He hooked one arm around my neck and gently pulled me to his side. — Myra McEntire
Nothing is going on."
"Hey, you're the one who tried to knock a security camera off the side of a building. That's a lot of pent-up frustration. — Myra McEntire
Offering to help me implies I'm in distress. I'm not currently. — Myra McEntire
Aren't you just a knight in shining armor? ... Wherever do you keep your horse? And who scoops up the crap it leaves behind? — Myra McEntire
Your size makes you seem delicate, like a spiderweb. But the wise fly knows that delicate can also be strong. — Myra McEntire
Did I say thank you?" Michael asked as we ducked into Liam's office. "If not, thank you." He raised our joined hands to his lips and kissed the inside of my wrist.
"I can't remember." I couldn't remember anything. Hello, erogenous zone. "And you're welcome." He just grinned.
Still holding hands, we stepped into the veil. — Myra McEntire
His expression practically hung out a shingle announcing the topic was off-limits. — Myra McEntire
If you were my child, I would staple you to your bedroom wall. — Myra McEntire
My heart stumbled a little, but the tenderness in his voice kept me from falling. — Myra McEntire
I realized I'd never asked him about his major. Probably wasn't time travel.I didn't think our local college was quite that progressive. — Myra McEntire
We could have had a major disaster on our hands."
"Right now the earth could fall off its axis, and I wouldn't give a rats behind."
Michael's gaze skimmed over my bare shoulders, and he reached out to gently pull my jacket around them. "I've known since before we met how it would be between us. But knowing didn't prepare me for you. — Myra McEntire
This girl was so authentic she probably had a trademark stamped on her ass. — Myra McEntire
It was good for a while, being empty. I didn't hurt anymore. But as time went on, it was like I could hear myself from far away, begging for permission to come back. — Myra McEntire
You are sweetness and light. Human cotton candy. — Myra McEntire