Bethany Turner Quotes

The bravest, most difficult thing I have ever done is stay away from you. But once again, I chickened out and here I am. I'm sorry.

We stared at each other, weighing the options, very seriously considering the years we had both put into figure skating, and the dreams and aspirations associated with all of that hard work - all of which suddenly seemed a little less significant.

We paused to breathe and I slid my arms around his neck and held his face the way I'd wanted to for so long. My fingers weaved into his wind-blown hair and tugged the back of his head, pulling his lips toward mine once more. There would be time for breathing later.
"I love you," I whispered when our lips finally parted. "The biggest lie I ever told was telling you I didn't. And if I ever claim you're not romantic, please remind me of the time we were 1.200 feet in the air in December and I needed to fan myself." I saw a smile overtake his eyes and felt it overtake his mouth. "I mean, seriously, Will," I said, my breath still coming back to me.
He pulled away, which was the last thing I wanted, and laughed. "But I'm also just a boy, standing in front of a girl..."
I threw my head back in joyous laughter. "You don't have to ask me to love you, Whitaker. It's done."
"Actually..." He kissed my hand and lowered onto one knee. "I was going to say "asking her to marry him." The hand that wasn't linked with mine was holding a beautiful emerald cut diamond ring. "Sorry there's not a box," he said with a wink.
My breath caught in my throat. "But, how did you...why do you..."
"Sorry, but Kevin's on my team. I claimed him pretty early. And he understands, in a way you still don't seem to, that not even Willie Mays and Hank Aaron could provide me with the motivation that you could. Besides, McCaffrey, even I'm not stupid enough to fall for that ridiculous

When someone decides to do the Ice Capades version, I'm sure they'll give you a call.

Abigail, my love for you is forever, you know that. Your love for Sergei is forever. But my love for Jill is as well. I don't know how it works, but I do believe the human heart is capable of much more than we give it credit for sometimes.

I have memories, but I don't know if they are really mine or if I've just seen so many pictures. I think that I remember riding on his sailboat with him, and playing under his desk in the Oval Office, but those images are everywhere, so do I really remember them or just imagine how it all happened?

It's the same conversation, because it's the same story, over and over. I love, but not enough. I want to be with them, but not enough. Not like I want to be with you. Not like I love you.

You have supposedly been making yourself less presidential for a while now, but how? By playing flag football in Central Park without a shirt on? You do realize that women are allowed to vote in this country now, don't you Mr. Kennedy?