Small Town Romance Quotes

Trust wisely and believe in yourself, in your vision.

He tasted like chocolate and hazelnut liqueur and she wanted to feast on him for the rest of the night. His kiss… his kiss took her to another place where fireworks blazed.

What if pretending is interfering with the person you’re meant to be?” he said.

I think if we ignore that night, that kiss, then we’re both denying a part of who we are.

I’ve had pedicures before, and I’ve had milk shakes. Just never at the same time. And it’s glorious.

It’s ok, ” he murmured. “I’ve got you.

He sauntered across the kitchen, six feet of male hotness and charm, heading in her direction like a drone missile locked on a target.

Mistletoe was her new favorite holiday decoration. She would have to hang some in the kitchen. All over the house. And keep the green stuff hanging until Easter. Or Thanksgiving.

She moaned in playful disappointment. "You shouldn't have canceled. It would be fund to take a picture. You'll be laughing at this years from now.

She didn’t need a man. She wanted one.

Everyone knew that bugs traveled in packs. Only the stupid ones got caught. The smart ones lay in wait for her to go to sleep so they could attack.

Too bad he was officially the enemy.

Life had a way of shifting under her feet like quicksand and she had learned to just make the best of it. Like Gigi always said, ‘when God closes a door, he shoves you out the window.

It’s hard raising parents.

That place is turning into the Hotel California.You know, you can check in, but you can never leave.

Damn, I really want to kiss you.

We don’t have to tell secrets. We don’t have to talk at all. We could just, you know, kiss . . . and stuff.

Private fireworks are far superior to public fireworks.

Mom used to tell me not to worry when people didn't get me. People throw rocks at things that shine - from the mixed up files of Tilly Adam's journal

Some people aren't meant to stay in your life. But, that doesn't mean you can't carry a piece of them in your heart.

You and I have been friends long enough to know how to treat each other . . . I'm leaving for college. I think I've outgrown the rules.

He took her hand from her head and held it in his. "Your beauty could make a rose blush." "Are you... drunk?

For ya, love, I will be anything ya want... even a potato.

I don't want to move out of bed." "I don't want to move out of bed either. Let's live here.

A hot man like that was made for more than friendship.

I can taste sunshine and hope on his tongue. I want this kiss, this taste, to last forever.

He cleared his throat. "I did get carried away with you. Couldn't help myself. And when I said it wouldn't happen again..." He risked skimming his fingers up her smooth shin. "I hope I lied.

Two old women described as "Charmed meets The Golden Girls with a little Bewitched thrown in for fun" were bound to have something curious to contribute.

Lindsey imagined him looking like a model in his business clothes, shopping for toilet parts for her. Perfect. What girl wouldn't want a smokin' hot guy associating her with toilet parts?

How did the date go?" "Bad. A text-a-holic...." "Not the good kind of trouble." "There's only one thing to say when this happens." "What's that?" "Next.