Quotes from Nancy Thayer

Who is getting more pleasure from this rocking, the baby or me?

It's never too late-in fiction or in life-to revise.

The universe is always speaking to us... sending us little messages, causing coincidences and serendipities,reminding us to stop, to look around, to believe in something else, something more.

No matter how wild the winds or rough the seas of life, libraries stand ready, beaming their reliable lights, guiding us toward knowledge, pleasure, consolation, wisdom, and hope.

It is never, never too late, in a story or in real life, to correct.

I have discovered the meaning of life. It resides in what I can wrest from each day that I live.

You know if you pick up a beach read, you're excused from the problems in your own life and safe in a world with conflicts you understand, and you know you will get a happy ending.

No one knows how it is that with one glance a boy can break through into a girl's heart.

She was aware of the two men in the room, both of them carrying their burden of history, their charms and flaws, their heaviness and guilt, for no adult was ever really without guilt of some sort.

human beings are the only creatures to spend the present driving themselves crazy about the future.

I always keep one cold, just in case," Jake said as he uncorked the bottle and took out two crystal flutes, and Joanna smiled with delight at this new bit of insight into Jake's life—what a wonderful man he was, what an optimist, always to have a bottle of champagne ready, always certain, even after all life had tossed him, that on any normal day life might give him something to celebrate.

Sophie felt as if she were encased in a glass globe called summer.

Often, Bessie would reply, "Child, I don't think that's a question anyone on this earth has the true answer for. The best advice I can give you is to keep reading.

From the distance came the deep resonant rumble of the jet's engines as it disappeared from their sight. In her euphoria, Joanna silently saluted the jet and thought that the very sound of movement was just one of the many things to which she belonged.

she realized that her mind was so full of beauty she had no room for words.

the ballad written hundreds of years ago in England told of heartbreak experienced then, and now, in Sophie's own heart. It was universal, being cast away; it surpassed time and space. It was said that Henry VIII composed the song for Anne Boleyn. Another discarded wife.

As she watched, she realized a kind of force field kept her parents together so that even as they fought, they were two halves of a whole. They were joined not only by the laws of marriage and the passage of time and the parenting of a child but by an invisible yet unbreakable bond that held them together even as they struggled to be apart.

It can change the way you feel about things," Eleanor reminded her. "A walk by the sea is always good for the soul.

She loved them both, of course, but they weren't nearly as interesting as any one thing she might be doing on any day. Her life was the song. Her parents were background music.

distinct. Marriage was like this, she mused, an arabesque coupling, pulling two people into the heart of intimacy and back out again to face the world alone.

Relief and something like joy flew up inside Trevor's chest. They give us these miracles, these pardons, so generously, he thought; they crush our spirits like crashing boulders only to hold open their hands to give us jewels.

it's good to know where you want to be, but sometimes you have to go in the opposite direction to get there.

So maybe they didn't get where they intended to go, but they ended up where they were meant to be.

If you believe in telekinesis, please raise my hand.