Robyn Carr Zitate

“Don't make love to your problems-- they'll never give you back the satisfaction you give them.”

“I didn’t want to cry in front of you.”
He wiped away the tears with the pad of his thumb.
“I want you to cryin front of me.”

“Did you miss me?’
“A little bit,” she said with a shrug.
“You have tears running down your cheeks,” he said with a grin. “I think you missed me more than a little.”

“Jack, there are only two of us here. One of us is going to push him out, one of us is going to catch him. Which job do you want?”
(Melinda talking to her husband)”

“He reached out and lightly touched her hair. There’s no way, he thought. I’m sunk. And my heart hasn’t beat the same since she walked into town.”

“She has to agree to have me. It could take some time, but I’m confident I can trick her into it.”

“Maybe we’ll admit this thing we have is perfect, not worth messing around with. And stay together forever. If you’re interested, that is.”
She glanced away. “I could think about that.”
He buried his face in her neck. “Think fast”

“He shook his head again. 'I just can't figure out why anyone in his right head would bother these Virgin River women.'

'Yeah. Makes no sense.' Jack said.”

“Until meeting you, I wasn’t looking for anything at all. Since meeting you, I’m kind of looking for a girlfriend.”

“but when I got down to it, I was doomed without her. She's the breath in me.”

“Muriel, you're not a convenience. I'd walk across a mile of cut glass in my bare feet to hold your hand and talk to you for one hour. You're everything to me.--Walt”

“We’ll make out for a while and you’ll feel better.”

“He tends to go for girls who are-Shelby, honey? Put your hands over your ears for just a sec.” Back into the phone he said, “He likes the real slutty ones. Ow!” he yelled when he received a whop to the back of the head.”

“Daddy? Daddy, I know the baby is in the mommy‟s tummy and the baby comes out of the mommy‟s tummy, but, Daddy? How do that baby get in the mommy‟s tummy?”

“Marry me. You'll learn to love me, I promise.”

“What are you doing here?”
All right, he was standing in front of an easel, holding a paint palette and brush. “Taxidermy?” he responded with just a touch of his own sarcasm.”

“Struggling is mandatory. Suffering is optional.”

“Can't any of us stand up to those women?"

"Nope," said at least three men in unison.”

“She had become the answer to prayers he hadn’t known he whispered.”

“Don't leave yet," he said, his voice hoarse. "Let me do something. Let me feed you. Hold you. Rub your shoulders. Change your oil. Anything, please.”

“Our histories plan our futures.”