Quotes from Debbie Macomber

We were very different people outwardly but we shared the same core values and beliefs.

By the time they arrived, the snow was coming down fast.... It's beautiful, she said, pausing outside the door. She thrust out her hands and let the snow land on her palms. Yes, yes... Reid seemed in a mighty big hurry to get her inside. How long did you say the storm would last? she asked, thinking it would be so beautiful. The snow -- not being trapped with Reid Jamison. Reid hesitated. Longer than either of us is going to like, he muttered, looking miserable. Jenna was afraid of that.

I wish I knew what it is you do to me." She sensed that it troubled him that she could break through that facade of his. She was beginning to understand this man. She was physically handicapped, but Nash was crippled, too. He didn't want love, but he couldn't keep himself from needing it, from caring about her, and that worried him. It worried her, too.

he said with such confidence that her heart surged with hope. "But a person's ability to love is only equal to his or her openness in receiving it.

Women are more sensitive than men.

when we fail to be kind and loving, then we fail to be wise.

you should explore all your options

The outrage vanished as quickly as it had come

once heard it explained that being near the ocean, with the surf and the swirling waters, was like being tucked inside a mother's womb.

Beth's father waited until he had everyone's attention and then instructed them to join hands. He bowed his head. Sam did as well, although he had no idea what had concerned both of the women in the other man's life. "Good friends," Phillip said, "good meat. Good God, let's eat.

The gathering with Sam and Beth's parents had gone relatively well

It's okay. I'm fine…really. I couldn't fit my phone in my clutch, so I left it in my room.

He's a man, after all. They want to know what they believe they need to know, which is minimal because they are raw, uncivilized, unrefined animals. They talk endlessly about themselves and puff up their chests. Give him the basics, off he goes.

I don't think you need to worry about me marrying Jack," she assured him. He parked at the curb and cut the engine and then said the oddest thing. "Good." Good? He didn't want her to remarry? What a strange reaction, considering that he'd been married to Marge for fourteen years.

Everything going well in here?" Steve asked, stepping into the room to check their progress. "Moving like a runaway freight train," Cassie assured him. "Then slow down. There's no need to rush." "Aye, aye, Captain," she teased. He smiled and returned to the kitchen, where he was laying down linoleum with George. "Steve says that at the pace we're

It wasn't only his business practices that distressed Olivia. Everyone knew that Warren had cheated on his wife—correction, wives. He'd flaunted his affairs until both women had filed for divorce and left town.

HAPPIEST ARE THE PEOPLE WHO GIVE THE MOST HAPPINESS TO OTHERS.

Olivia wondered whose idea it was to see the play. To Kill a Mockingbird wasn't the sort of entertainment she suspected a man like Warren would choose. The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas seemed more his kind of show.

Cookbook) This foolproof sugar cookie recipe makes a sturdy, sweet treat that's a perfect gift or a great addition to a holiday cookie platter. 2 cups (4 sticks) unsalted butter, at room temperature 2 cups brown sugar 2 large eggs 2 teaspoons vanilla extract or grated lemon peel 6 cups all-purpose flour, plus extra for rolling 2 teaspoons baking powder 1 teaspoon salt

But at twenty-eight, Justine had revealed no desire to marry.

I wasn't sure who moved first, Palmer or me. Before I realized what was happening, I was in his embrace, my arms around his neck. We were kissing as if I was sending him off to war.

Never did. He knew it and loved me, anyway. I imagine you're wondering why I'm mailing you my wedding dress. (Yes, that is indeed my infamous wedding dress.) I suspect the sight of it has put the fear of God in you.

It was a comedy of errors.

Good friends, good meat. Good God, let's eat!