Quote by Judith Guest Download Open image ““She hands him his coffee; crosses to the doorway; motes of dust flutter nervously in her wake.”” — Judith Guest ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.3 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“She woke to the scent of coffee, and wondered if that was how mornings in heaven smelled.” — J.D. Robb Copy Share Image
“She shut the door in the man’s face, leaning back against it, her heart hammering with panic.” — Jo Beverley Copy Share Image
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“His fingers slithered like a snake to find hers. She opened her palm and accepted them. There was something about the commanding way he… — Liz Fenton Copy Share Image
“You know...” Amaranthe dumped her dust pile outside and returned to face him. “It’s hard for me to maintain my vigor and enthusiasm for… — Lindsay Buroker Copy Share Image
“He'd followed Dasha once before and remembered which door was hers. He knocked, peered inside, then jumped in and shut the door, quiet as brushing two feathers together. He smiled at his own stealth, then swaggered right into a chair, banging it against the wall. You oaf. He cut short his swagger and begin to move with exaggerated sneakiness. There… — Shannon Hale Copy Share
“She followed his attention, and a slow smile spread across her face. She turned toward it, but he grabbed her hand, bringing his face… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
For me being depressed means you can spend all day in bed, and still not get a good night's rest. — Judith Guest Copy Share Image
I am also working on a couple of short stories for anthologies. This is new to me and Im enjoying it. — Judith Guest Copy Share Image
With my friends, I don't feel pressure to be someone other than who I am. — Judith Guest Copy Share Image
“I keep telling you that feeling is not selective. You can't feel pain, you aren't gonna feel anything else either.” — Judith Guest Copy Share Image
And if you ever do a survey, you'll find that people prefer illusion to reality, ten to one. Twenty, even. — Judith Guest Copy Share Image
Make notes—I’ve lost more material than I’ve ever written. Contrary to popular opinion, it’s not still up there in one’s brain. It’s in outer… — Judith Guest Copy Share Image
Two separate, distinct personalities, not separate at all, but inextricably bound, soul and body and mind, to each other, how did we get so… — Judith Guest Copy Share Image
Haven't lost your sense of humor after all but your sense of identity is what seems to have been misplaced. No. Wrong. You don't… — Judith Guest Copy Share Image
“It has always been easier to believe himself capable of evil than to accept evil in others.” — Judith Guest Copy Share Image