Best 9 quotes of Denise Hunter on MyQuotes

He had no idea what missing was. Missing was lying in the dampness of your tears night after night. Missing was a constant hollow spot in the center of your chest. Missing was a yawning ache that was never satisfied.

It always amazed her to see the treasures low tide turned up.

Low tide exposed the good and the bad, she supposed.

She drew in a breath of salty sea air and let it out, mentally disconnecting with life on land even as the boat whisked her away from it. Just for today, she'd leave her worries behind and surrender to the wind's wiles.

So...what do you want to do?" He didn't even have to think about it. "Kiss you again.

The soles of her feet were summer-tough, numb to the jagged shells and bits of pinecone.

The sun rode low in the sky, the storm clouds long gone. The ocean was calm today, not a white cap to be found. One would never have believed there'd been a storm less than forty-eight hours ago.

What else can you do?" Gram asked "Live without love? Keep a houseful of cats? Pah! What kind of life is that? How lonely an existence. Love's not always easy, but it's worth it. You'll never find happiness if you let fear stand in the way of what you truly desire,

Your identity doesn't come from your address.