Brockerhoff Heights Quotes & Sayings

Good manners forced her to say, somewhat grudgingly, "Your boots are very nice."
He grinned and regarded his footwear, which, though old, appeared very well-made. "Yes, they are, aren't they?"
"If a bit scuffed," she added.
"I shall polish them tomorrow," he promised, his somewhat superior look telling her that he refused to rise to her bait.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly. "That was uncalled for. Compliments should be freely given, without restrictions or qualifications. — Julia Quinn

Screwing is more enjoyable than drilling bolt holes !. — Warren G. Harding

If its tourist season, why cant we shoot them — Steven Wright

The Tanzanian told her that all fiction was therapy, some sort of therapy, no matter what anybody said. — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

I think there is something for all of us where you find a balance in your life, where you feel that everything you do isn't about your own creature comforts or satisfying your own appetites. Some of it has to be directed outward and there is a huge satisfaction in that. — Wendie Malick

Is the fire gone?"
"Yes," I sighed. "Thank you, Edward."
"I love you," he answered.
"I know," I breathed, so tired.
I heard my favorite sound in the world: Edward's quiet laugh, weak with relief. — Stephenie Meyer

If we truly trust no one, we cannot survive. — Megan Whalen Turner

A half-hour walk is the most beneficial thing you can do for your ailments. — Ernie J Zelinski

It was one kiss. One kiss doesn't change anything." "Of course one kiss changes things. If it's done right, a kiss changes everything. A kiss is the first step on a long, winding, quite perilous path of sensuality. — Tessa Dare

It seemed to me an error in reasoning for a man to isolate a woman he loves from all the circumstances in which he met her and in which she lives, to try, with dogged inner concentration, to purify her of everything that is not her self, which is to say also of the story that they lived through together and that gives their ove its shape.
After all, what I love in a woman is not what she is in and for herself, but the side of herself she turns toward me, what she is for me. I love her as a character in our common love story. — Milan Kundera