Cheyanna Zubas Quotes & Sayings

Someone was shaking her to wake up. Charlotte swatted at the hand in the hope the owner would leave her alone.
"Come on, baby, rise and shine. Time to get ready."
She moaned and turned away, grunting for whoever it was to leave her alone.
"I need to sleep," she called.
"Shall I strip naked and join you in bed?"
Charlotte jerked upright. Micah stood with his hands by his side and an arrogant smile on his face. "Is the invitation still open?"
"It was never open," she replied. — Sam Crescent

I can manage in a restaurant, take a cab, and even make small talk with the driver. "Do you have children?" I ask. "Will you take a vacation this year?" "Where to?" When he turns it around, as Japanese cabdrivers are inclined to do, I tell him that I have three children, a big boy and two little girls. If Pimsleur included "I am a middle-aged homosexual and thus make do with a niece I never see and a very small godson," I'd say that. In the meantime, I work with what I have. — David Sedaris

Having survived her 10th London winter (she got through January by assigning it "international month," and amusing Moses and his big sister, Apple, 9, with a visiting Italian chef, Japanese anime screenings, and hand-rolled-sushi lessons, no less), Paltrow admits that her dreams of relocating the family to their recently acquired residence in Brentwood, California, are becoming ever more urgent. — Gwyneth Paltrow

Better to be a jerk that knees than a knee that jerks. — William Safire

What might be said of things in themselves, separated from all relationship to our senses, remains for us absolutely unknown — Immanuel Kant

Miles smiled. "Can you keep a secret?"
Bea snorted. "Did I tell you what you were in for if you married my daughter?"
"No," Miles conceded.
"Well, then," she said, as if that settled the matter. — Richard Russo

Do you realize that in the past sixty years, the only foreigners the French have been able to drive out are American tourists? — Robert Orben

Sometimes... I feel like I can't picture him anymore. Like I'm forgetting him... I forget the way he looked when he smiled. The sound of his voice. The way his hand felt wrapped around mine. And it hurts so badly, Jack. It hurts so fucking bad. Sometimes, it's so painful I can't breathe. Like the pain just sucks all of the air out of me... until there's nothing left. I don't want to forget. I really don't. But I don't know what to do. I don't know how to make it stop. It hurts to remember. But it hurts even more to forget. — Britney King

I scroll through iPhone photos and see that if I delete pictures of myself with a double chin, I will erase all proof of my glorious life. — Helen Ellis

Life is not meant to be an open-book test. — Alyson Noel