Abigail Strom Quotes

“I just think that particular brand of sexy isn't a woman's best weapon, and it's definitely not her only one. If you reduce yourself to that, then that's what people will see. They won't notice anything else about you.”

— Abigail Strom

“Don't look backwards. That never does any good. Think about the future instead.”

— Abigail Strom

“There are only two things in life you can't change-yesterday and tomorrow. But there's nothing you can't do today.”

— Abigail Strom

I was obviously out of my mind. It was your job to talk me down off the ledge, not hand me a cape and tell me I could fly.

— Abigail Strom

“Falling into her was like falling into a star, the heat so intense he was consumed in the blink of an eye.”

— Abigail Strom

“Without stories, reality would destroy us. She says stories and myths and heroes challenge us to be worthy of a larger reality. To listen to the better angels of our nature. To be more than what we are.”

— Abigail Strom

“But one day the man was faced with the loss of something precious. And he knew in that moment that what really mattered to him were the people he loved: his nephew, and his friends, and the woman who'd taught him that magic is real-and that love is real, too." He paused. "And that cats purr between twenty and a hundred and forty hertz.”

— Abigail Strom

“Love is the only thing we take with us, and the only thing we leave behind. You can't force it. You can't deserve it. You can only give it . . . and accept it.”

— Abigail Strom

“The only thing in the world he could say right now”

— Abigail Strom

“Lies so convincingly you'd swear they were telling the”

— Abigail Strom

You can look forward with love or backward with hate, and people have to make that choice for themselves. But holding on to bitterness is like drinking poison and waiting for someone else to die, and she by God wasn't going to waste her time like that.

— Abigail Strom

“A faint sheen of perspiration made Simone's face glow, and every part of him felt warm and alive. I want you, he thought. God, I want you. He used his free hand to cup the side of her face. Her skin was so soft ... so dewy and creamy and perfect. He wanted to touch every inch of her. He wanted to lick the salt sheen from her breasts and her belly and her legs. He wanted to taste the deep places.”

— Abigail Strom