Quotes from Debbie Macomber

She wanted us to see that life could be good, if we looked around at the world instead of within ourselves.

We're each our own person, we live our own lives, make our own mistakes, learn from them, and move forward.

When we worry," Drew continued, "we take reality and move it into the realm of fiction. What is real is transferred into the land of monsters and dragons, which seem far bigger and more frightening than they really are.

The woman had her nose so far up in the air that she was in danger of drowning in a rainstorm.

I'm sorry, but there just isn't any… spark between us." The line grew quiet. Then, "If you're looking for sparks, I suggest you snuggle up with an electric fence.

Let go in order to receive. This one came from Leanne, who felt it was important that we not get caught up in a quagmire of resentment and bitterness.

your problem is that you've grown so comfortable with feeling guilty that you're afraid of what will happen if you don't. Being happy frightens the very life out of you.

You're beautiful." And I meant it.

Now I know how deep my anger can cut…and I wish to hell I didn't.

The first," Elise repeated, and for reasons she could only guess at, being first gave her a sense of pleasure. She decided to buy those flowers for Aurora, after all.

I've got a loose tooth. Look." She started pushing

Still, I remained curious. Abby Kincaid had flown in from Florida, which was about as far away from Cedar Cove as a person could get while remaining in the continental United States. She appeared to be happy for her brother and his bride, but she didn't seem pleased to be in town. She'd mentioned that it'd been over ten years since she was last in Cedar Cove, but surely there were school friends she'd want to see.

you need to take the initiative.

will you teach me how to knit?

giving up smoking was difficult.

It was awkward, too. People didn't know what to say after the accident. In fact, I didn't want anyone to say anything. What I needed was someone to listen. Few of my friends understood that.

then we fail to be wise.

I do love a good yarn, fiction and fiber. The only thing that equals my joy in knitting is the pleasure of reading!" —Priscilla

There are consequences in owning an alley cat, Mr. Walker. Even one named Dog." Lacey knew how pious she sounded. Lines of righteousness creased her face as she let herself out.

I'm late," she told him.

Husbands and wives

a smile would certainly increase his face value.

She likened Montana with Rocky Mountain oysters and thick, blood-filled steaks cooked over an open fire.

She'd allowed her sister to steal her joy.