Quote by Clare Donoghue Download Open image ““Jeanie was sweet, petite and from what she could remember, very funny.”” — Clare Donoghue ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 5.0 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“But Jeanie had just gone through the motions. No one would have realized, except perhaps her too-perceptive son-in-law, but that was one of the… — Hilary Boyd Copy Share Image
“Most of all, I remember her laughing. It filled my ears. Her smile, her sparkling eyes, and her infectious laughter, along with the vistas,… — Sharon E. Rainey Copy Share Image
“She was… damn it, she was everything. Witty, enchanting, brave, smart… and beautiful. And he knew that his eyes were saying all that and… — L.J Smith Copy Share Image
“That’s when I realized it. I liked this girl. A lot. I liked her super-moist double chocolate chip cupcakes. I liked how kind and… — Anne Pfeffer Copy Share Image
“She was also damn cute. Not beautiful or stunningly pretty, but she was cuter than any girl with that much attitude had a right… — Jay Crownover Copy Share Image
“She wasn't pretty, but there were moments when I found her beautiful.” — David Levithan Copy Share Image
“I loved her laugh. It was bubbly and girlish, and it made me want to pick her up, put her in my pocket, and… — Melanie Harlow Copy Share Image
“And all she could do was laugh the very particular laugh of a girl in love. Tilt of chin. Sparkle of half-closed eyes. Half… — Molly Prentiss Copy Share Image
“Over the last month her grip on her home and work life had slipped beyond her control. Her earnings had disappeared to practically nothing.” — Clare Donoghue Copy Share Image
“Jane could picture them now, bonding over a habit that was no longer socially acceptable.” — Clare Donoghue Copy Share Image
“Who would have thought that sunshine in August would feel like a novelty?” — Clare Donoghue Copy Share Image
“There was a knack in interviews like this. If you could build on a level of trust there was no end to what people… — Clare Donoghue Copy Share Image
“A line from a film came into her head as she covered her face with a flannel: ‘Time marches on, honey, and eventually it… — Clare Donoghue Copy Share Image
