Marissas Naples Quotes & Sayings

I drive back into town with the two crinkly notes in my pocket and wonder if I could support a family this way, doomed to play dinner dances until I too have one foot in the grave. I shudder at the possibility, and think about poor Meg in her sickbed. What am I going to do? On the way back I pass a big roundabout at the end of the Coast Road. It is March, and the roundabout is covered in daffodils. I circle it twice, an idea forming in my head. I park in a nearby street. It is early morning and there is no one around. I check for police cars and head across the road to the roundabout. Half an hour later I let myself into Megan's flat and slowly open her bedroom door. My arms are full of daffodils, maybe a hundred all told, their drooping yellow trumpets lighting up the entire room. Meg starts to cry, and so do I. The next morning our prayers are answered, but our relief is mixed with a subtle, unspoken regret. — Sting

Hey, if you're going to say what I think you're going to say ... wait, are you going to say it?" he asked, smiling down at me.
"Yes, yes I think so." I grinned shyly back.
"Well, then I think we should say it at the same time, yes?" he suggested.
"Count of three?" I asked. He nodded.
"One ... " I started.
"Two ... " he said, eyes twinkling.
"Three," we said together. We both paused, smiling hugely, and then I took a deep breath.
"Jack, I love you."
"I know," he said at the same time.
Ass ...
"Ass!" I said, smacking him on the arm.
"That was great!" he laughed. — Alice Clayton

I was 12 when my parents told me we were moving to Lebanon. I remember thinking, 'Leba-who?' I had absolutely no concept of the place. — Greg Kinnear

Occasionally, he left the compound. I'd figured he must be out hunting, at least some of the time, but he hadn't returned with a new icon, and I'd heard nothing on Arcana Radio. Plus, Lark's laminated player list - the little twit actually did keep it on the fridge door - had had no updates since the Star.

Well, other than her scratching my title out and scribbling in "The Unclean One." Har. — Kresley Cole

I am for making of terms annual, and for sending an entire new set every year. — John Adams