Best 37 quotes of Kathy Bryson on MyQuotes

A country road, a gravel road, is a sign of civilization, sure, but it’s just a farm, an easy conquest. Iron means a stronghold, people who can defend what’s theirs.

Ah, that’s just sean nós singing and dancing. Something to do around the pub of an evening.

A leprechaun did not just kill off my car in a hailstorm.

Are you trying to seduce me or trick me?

Don’t know what I’m talking about? Don’t know what I’m talking about!” My shout hit notes that normally only Wagnerian sopranos can reach. “You think you’re a freaking leprechaun, but I don’t know what I’m talking about?

Don’t pinch that guy’s ass. He’s a leprechaun.

Everyone helping out was supposed to make me feel better, but it actually made me feel more like a screw up.

Everything you’re telling me was just a story, and now it’s real.

Grabbing someone’s ass doesn’t count as capturing them!

How would we get corporate sponsorship if we were just a bunch of thugs?

I am always a perfect gentleman. If you ever want me to not be a perfect gentlemen, you’ll have to ask and not be crying when you do.

I heard ‘naked’ and ‘full of hot air.’ I try not to let that be my first impression of anyone.

I love the man,” Megan said as she took a seat, “but honestly he needs to learn when not to agree with me.

I’m an ass,” the voice on the phone said. “A complete and total ass.

I realized that I sat in an empty bar in filthy, wet clothes with a drippy nose, probably red-rimmed eyes, and the most I could say I’d accomplished was that I was now congested. Oh, and one of the handsomest, nicest men I’d ever met cradled my face in warm, caressing hands with soft, sympathy in his brown eyes.

It was a sign of how worried and confused I was that I wasn’t completely distracted by the sight of his powerful thighs flexed in front of me.

It was easy to imagine he’d just rolled out of bed and then it was easy to imagine him in bed and I wasn’t going there.

It was never just about the money.

Mr. Jennings is the one who trapped the fairies here to begin with. If they’re back and wandering around, if they’re loose, then, well, it’s not good.

Murphy didn’t appear to notice my chagrin, but instead pulled up the hem of his long-sleeved tee to wipe at his face. Since he flashed his sculpted abdominals right at me, I grew hot and flushed. I mean, you could see every dip and curve, including the ones on either hip that made a V to lead the eye to the fly of his jeans.

My inner bitch could handle this peon without even breaking a sweat.

No one ever said you can’t have world dominance and a little romance too.

No, really,” she said. “We get it. Sometimes the guy just makes you crazy, even if you do love him.

Nothing good can come from a crack of dawn meeting on a Monday morning.

Now, where had I heard drinking and brawling before? Oh right, Ashley’s father. Well, I wasn’t doing that again.

Oh, you’re hardly one to talk. Look where ogling a man got you.

Ours was not one of those nice, quaintly old-fashioned mobile homes that senior citizens putter around in. We lived in the beat-up tin can of clichéd poverty.

She caught you. Therefore she gets your treasure.

Take some advice from an old farmer. You’re in business now. Take the money. You’d be amazed at how many don’t want to pay.

That’s not Eire. Everyone always thinks that, but we’re not shamrocks and wee men. You should know the difference.

That’s the problem! She doesn’t say anything. She just stares at me like she’s hypnotized, like she thinks I’m a god, but then she runs off squeaking if I try to talk to her.” “I don’t squeak,” I protested. “Maybe she’s not looking at you like you’re a god. Maybe she thinks you’re more of a freak,” Fergus mused. “I’m not a freak.” Murphy jerked his head as if dodging a fly or tossing his hair. “It’s definitely a ‘you’re a god’ look. She practically drools.

That was one tiny trailer when both girls wanted to watch TV or use the computer or the bathroom at the same time.

You are never to drive like that,” I told them. “Even if you are ever wealthy enough to own a Jaguar.

You can’t have it both ways. Either I’m Irish and can talk, or I’m a man and I can’t.

You could have agreed to disagree,” Megan argued. “Then you could kiss and make up. That could be fun.

You didn’t make her sue you, even if you did punch her at that wedding.

You tell me the dead are coming through a crack in my barn, but I shouldn’t worry?