Donna Kauffman Quotes

And then you realize that when you finally meet, when you finally find
each other, it doesn't matter. All the rest of it doesn't matter. Life scattered, life together. . . it's just
where things begin. It's where the story is when you jump into it. It doesn't stay there. You start
writing the next chapter from that moment on.

-I didn't mean to hurt you.
-You shouldnae have been able to.
She blinked at that, but knew what he meant.
-I suppose not, no. we're still strangers. More or less.
-Only in the measure of time could we consider ourselved that.

(Graham & Katie)
Some Like It Scot

Lights went on in the cottage, lending it an undeniably warm glow. He smiled, amused as he recalled his Snow White references where Leilani was concerned. "Of course she lives in a cottage," he murmured. "All she needs now are the dwarves." With all the comings and goings at the shop, which he'd spotted through the trailer blinds as he'd labored through his various meetings with Rosemary and the crew, Leilani did indeed seem to be recruiting her own miniature army.

Cinderella Rule #16
Standards. Goals. Everyone has them. Or should. But before you judge yourself a success or failure, make certain the standards you're applying are your own. And that the goals you're trying to achieve aren't being pursued for the wrong reasons.

Shhh. Stop trying to carry the whole world on your shoulders. Let someone hold you. Let me.

You won't always have the luxury of a second chance. So be careful with your first one.

Sometimes it's good to shake up the status quo. You just have to make sure that when you turn society on its ear, you don't end up on your coutoure-covered backside."--vivian

I guess it's about trust. Trusting what you feel. Trusting the person who inspired those feelings with the weight of them and all they could mean.

Colm sighed...
-She's quite beautiful. Like a fairy and a goddess all wrapped into one.
-How very... poetic of you.
...
He felt a sharp tug in the vicinity of his heart.
-And most accurate
He added

Colm & Graham

On closer notice of her apron, he said, "Is that-?"
"The Mad Hatter," she said. "I told you, I have a collection."
"You collect aprons?"
"Since I was little and my mom taught me to bake." When he smiled, she arched a brow. "Some find it charmingly quirky."
"You never wore any to Gateau."
"Shocking, I know. Because I'm certain the staff would have greatly appreciated the humor in them."
His smile twitched wider at that. "You have a point, I suppose. I must say, this dry side of you is surprisingly appealing. What does it say?" He nodded toward her apron front.
She lifted her arms away so he could read the script that accompanied the copy of an original pen and ink art rendering of the Hatter seated at a long table, holding a teacup aloft.
"YOU'RE NEVER TOO OLD TO HAVE A TEA PARTY," he read out loud, then smiled at her. "I rather agree. You make a charming and somewhat more quirky Alice than I'd have expected. I seem to recall Alice spent the better part of her time being irritated and flustered, too. Perhaps if I'd come bearing tea and crumpets, with a bewildered, bespectacled white rabbit clutching a pocketwatch in his paw, you'd have been more willing to give me the time of day.

Where were you planning on heading next, then, if not Australia?" Fiona asked.
"Oh, I'll just toss a dart at the map like I usually do," Kerry said, as blithely as she could.
Fiona eyed her closely, as if checking her sincerity. "Well, whenever you do head back out--wherever and with whomever that might be--we'll make sure Gus hires someone to help him with the pub. So, you know, don't let that part affect your decision making or anything."
"'Wherever or with whomever'?" Kerry repeated with a roll of her eyes.
Fiona beamed sweetly again. "Just saying.

She gave Cooper a quick nod, indicating she was going out the back, and didn't wait around to see if he understood her meaning. She pushed through the swinging doors to the small kitchen in the back, snagged the keys to her truck from the hook, and replaced them with her apron. She gave a quick glance to the grill, making sure Sandy hadn't left anything to burn on it when he'd been pulled out front, but everything looked in order. Stop stalling.
She sighed, shook her head, but the rueful smile that accompanied the movement was fleeting. For what might be the first time in her life, she had absolutely no idea how she was going to handle what came next.
"Only one way to find out," she murmured. Tightening her grip on her keys, if not her emotions, she let herself out the back door of the pub and found herself staring straight up into the crystalline blue eyes of Cooper Jax.

I'm just glad the jury is still not out where we're concerned. It feels like it took an awfully long
time to find each other. And I don't want to waste any more of it." He leaned down and kissed her,
lingering, and then continuing on a little longer. Then they were laughing and saying meaningless
things and kissing, then laughing again

**"I get it," he said. "I was supposed to give you your space. I didn't want to. So...I compromised. Only, you frustrate the hell out of me, and I'm all done with being frustrated. This is what I wanted to do. Pretty much from the moment we stopped doing it. You?"

She was still reeling, from the kiss, and the declaration. "Me, yes. Uh, too. Me, too."

"Good."

Then he kissed her again.**