Quotes from Debbie Macomber

traffic was worse than Manhattan at rush hour.

To his credit, Cain had resisted as best he could, but it was as if she were the sun, spreading her glow and warmth over him. Without him ever meaning for it to happen, he found himself caught up in the centrifugal force that was Julia. He'd been swept up by the happiness he felt when he was with her, the feeling of belonging, which was something he hadn't felt in a good long while. It was like an elixir he was fast coming to crave.

Yet life continues to move forward, and so have I, dragging from one day into the next until I found I could breathe normally.

The yarn forms the stitches, the knitting forges the friendships, the craft links the generations." —Karen Alfke, "Unpattern" designer and knitting instructor LYDIA HOFFMAN

In case you hadn't noticed, there isn't any heat in this place." Nolan set the baseball bat aside and moved to the far wall to look at the radiator. "What's wrong with it?" How like a man to ask stupid questions!

knitters use both hands

If you must know, Carol, Barbara and I had a pity party." "A what? You're kidding, right?" He didn't bother to hide his mocking grin. "Never mind.

Carolyn wished she had a way of reaching Dave;

Do you remember the Joyce Landorf series we saw at church last year?" Skye asked. Peggy nodded. "I guess this is what she meant by being stuck in a waiting room." "Yes, with both exits covered.

Darlene used to say it was a couple's duty to keep their eyes open, their ears open, their hearts open and their mouths shut." He laughed robustly.

Their baby girl had been born premature while Ian was at sea, and it became immediately apparent that she had a defective heart. By the time Ian returned home, Allison Marie had already been laid to rest.

walking nowhere on a treadmill seemed rather pointless

Rule #2, Cultivate New Friendships.

Besides being a nasty habit that made her hair smell and stained her fingers, it was an expensive one.

I served the counter while Sadie and Alice managed the floor. As soon as one seat emptied, someone else took the spot. After removing the dirty dishes and wiping the area clean, I looked up to greet my new customer.

People from all over asked him what he'd found the hardest.

I wish you and Dad had known him the way I did," she said wistfully. "He's such a contradiction. Rough and surly on the outside, but gentle and compassionate on the inside." "It sounds as though you're describing your father." She pondered her mother's words. "Nolan is a lot like Daddy. Principled and proud. Independent to a fault. I didn't realize that in the beginning, only later.

a smile that would melt concrete.

The only way I could achieve fulfillment was to find myself a new one.

I'll treasure you as a gift from God, to encourage you to be all He meant you to be," Savannah found herself repeating a few minutes later. "I promise to share your dreams, to appreciate your talents, to respect you. I pledge myself to you, to learn from and value our differences.

Let me see if I have this straight. You were going to move out, although you didn't want to. Is that right?" She nodded. "Why?" "Because I wanted you to ask me to stay." "Ah, I understand now. You do one thing, hoping I'll respond by asking you to do the opposite." She shrugged, realizing how silly it sounded in the cold light of reason. "I… guess so.

your problem is that you've grown so comfortable with feeling guilty that you're afraid of what will happen if you don't.

I fear Monica's steeped in the juices of her own self-righteousness. She struggles to be good under her own power and ignores all the help made available to her through faith.

I promise to give you the very best of myself, to be faithful to you, to be your friend and your partner," Nash whispered next, his voice gaining strength. Sincerity rang through his words. "I offer you my heart and my love," Savannah repeated, her own heart ready to burst with unrestrained joy. "You are my friend," Nash returned, "my lover, my wife.