Bakker Crossing Quotes & Sayings

Her hand reached up and took a strand of his hair between her fingers. "Simple as that."
She gently pulled on that curl and let it go. "It's so springy."
They'd barely grazed at the truth, but I she was satisfied - and distracted. By his hair, of all things.
"I feel like a sheep that has been overlooked during spring shearing," he murmured.
"Yes, adorably fluffy."
Another time he might have protested the use of that adjective. But now he was all too relieved. "Would you like me to pull my chair closer, so you may fondle my hair with greater ease?" he asked.
She beamed at him. "Why, yes, I'd like exactly that. — Sherry Thomas

If I can help get anybody through puberty, I say, 'Good!' — Cheryl Ladd

In my opinion any activity during which you can enjoy a beverage is not a sport. It is a party. — Michael Thomas Ford

There's nothing wrong with being a mapmaker." "Of course not. And there's nothing wrong with being a lizard either. Unless you were born to be a hawk." "I've — Leigh Bardugo

Cultural analysis is intrinsically incomplete. And, worse than that, the more deeply it goes the less complete it is. — Clifford Geertz

We are debtors to every man to give him the gospel in the same measure in which we have received it. — P.F. Bresee

Because you've got balls of steel.'
I hated when people said that, like it assumed strength and being a male were synonymous. There was strength in being a woman. 'Spence, I don't have balls. Good thing, too, because they'd look terrible in the lingerie I'm wearing. — Cora Carmack

If some of these answers seem radical or far-fetched today, then I say wait until tomorrow. Soon it will be abundantly clear that it is business as usual that is utopian, whereas creating something very new and different is a practical necessity. — James Gustave Speth

You coming?" he asked her, leaning in through the door. And then he finally really looked at me. He came to a complete halt - not just his body, but his energy. His eyebrows went right up. "Oh," he said. I sort of flicked my hem at him, assuming what I fondly considered an enigmatic look. "This okay?" I asked. "Oh," he said again, stepping inside the house. The screen door hit him when it closed. "Yeah. Yeah, that works." It kind of looked like he was beginning to sweat. — Kristen D. Randle