Best 16 quotes of Becky Wade on MyQuotes

DUNCAN: I can’t sleep again tonight. Insomnia bites. NORA: Cup of warm milk? DUNCAN: I wish. I gave up dairy and gluten last month. NORA: In that case, healthy eater, is there anything of actual value I can do? I’d like to help.

He could look into your eyes and without saying a word assure you that you were the most fascinating woman in the world and call you beautiful in six languages.

He'd sacrifice even his sanity for her. If it came down to it, he'd let her break his heart. Because he loved her.

He wanted desperately to stay, just a little while longer. But he couldn't be here, in this place, with her. It was calm here. She was innocent and beautiful and perfect. He was not. He didn't want his mess or his mental illness or his past anywhere near her. He wanted to protect her from a lot of things, but most of all from himself.

He was serious and introverted, with a dry sense of humor you’d never be treated to unless you’d gained his hard-won friendship—or happened to be standing next to him when he murmured something funny under his breath

I was raised in church, Gray. If you'd asked me during my wildest phases if I was a Christian, I'd have told you I was. But there was a disconnect there. You're judging me. No, I'm calling it like it is, unlike most of the people you know, who would all agree with you if you said the sky is red.

Loving someone wasn't about their perfection. It was about coming to accept every part of them, their good qualities at their weaknesses and flaws--looking on everything they were and loving it all. As she looked on everything Jake was, right down to his center, she loved him.

My theory is that Dad wanted to give Mom the only anniversary gift he hadn’t given her yet.” “You would take the romantic approach.” Zander had remained standing, one shoulder casually braced against the fireplace. “I think their anniversary reminded Garner that they’re getting older, and if they were ever going to be missionaries, it needed to be now.” Nora arched an eyebrow. “You would take the death-is-imminent approach.

Perhaps she'd been so bent on protecting herself from the improbable that, somewhere along the line, she'd stopped believing in the miraculous.

Saint Bo, a man christened with the miraculous ability to gentle horses, nervous women, and one year olds.

She'd been hired to protect him. But he'd come to a place where he'd do anything, give anything, risk anything to protect her.

What I've learned is that the past might be challenging and the future might be unsure. And that's okay. The present is all we're given, anyway. When we get to the future, God will be there. He'll supply whatever we need for each day.

When Willow took the long view of her dad's story, she could see plainly how God had taken her dad's failures and sorrows and created something beautiful out of them. Why was it so hard for her to accept that God could do the same for her? Was her faith too small? Or was her regret too big? Perhaps her regret was so big that it had kept her faith small these past four years.

Women who've made peace with living alone," she started, counting off on one finger, "and women with healthy self-confidence . . ." She counted off a second finger, then cocked her head at Kate. "Are you getting this?" Kate nodded. "Women who've made peace with living alone and women who have a healthy self-confidence . . ." "Can always, BUT ALWAYS, afford to be picky.

You are trustworthy.' She said it again and again, letting the chorus seep into her quavering heart and hungry soul. "I trust you with everything. My whole life. I want your will, Lord. Not mine. Just . . . . ' Her voice broke. 'Just Christ alone. That's what I choose. You're enough.

You have to go where I lead you, right? Unless I taser you. Then you'll have to go where I drag you.