Quote by Bryn Greenwood Download Open image ““Mama kept her makeup and pills in a drawer, like secrets.”” — Bryn Greenwood ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.3 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“Mama was amazing like that; I spent most of my teenage years assuming that she knew nothing about me, and all of my twenties… — Eva Rice Copy Share Image
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“All I knew was that it was something Mama always warned me about.” — Randolph Randy Camp Copy Share Image
“Mama always said barefoot and pregnant was not my style. She knew.” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Sometimes she would whisper the word Mama and see her mother’s face a hundred times in a single afternoon.” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“Momma always said that a true lady never lets someone know when he's riled her; otherwise, she's giving away her power and her crown.… — Carolyn Brown Copy Share Image
“It's funny how you can remember special things about a person. It's Mama's hands I remember. When I was little and she'd dress me,… — Sandi Morgan Denkers Copy Share Image
“He smelled good. Sweat and motorcycle and wintergreen. No stinking weed smoke. No perfume. No sadness. He smelled like love.” — Bryn Greenwood Copy Share Image
“He needed me to speak, because his heart hurt, too. I didn’t want to be mean, but sometimes, it was dangerous to open my… — Bryn Greenwood Copy Share Image
“That practicality aside, however, breasts are an attractant, examples of the incredible marketing genius of biology. Imagine a toothbrush so alluring it made you… — Bryn Greenwood Copy Share Image
“All the happiness crumpled up in my chest like a wad of tin foil.” — Bryn Greenwood Copy Share Image
“We didn't need to talk. We just laid there watching falling stars go streaking white through all that darkness.” — Bryn Greenwood Copy Share Image
“He smelled good. Sweat and motorcycle and wintergreen. No stinking weed smoke.” — Bryn Greenwood Copy Share Image
