Miranda Kenneally Quotes

Jordan, he's loved you forever. It's obvious. Have you not seen how he stares at you?

For what it's worth," Dad says, running his fingers over the picture, "I've never seen anyone run faster than Henry after you hurt your knee last week.

I guess what I mean is," he says, "I'm here because of you.

He whispers, "You're beautiful."
"Thank you." I'm not so scared anymore. If he likes me for who I am, it doesn't matter what kind of underwear I'm wearing. Or that I'm not wearing makeup. Or that I'm over six feet tall. "You're really cute too," I say, giving him another kiss on the lips, digging my fingertips into his abs.
"I'v never wanted anyone so much in my life.

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I am so lucky. I used to think trust means "never let you down", but really, it's about love. Family can't always help fix a difficult situation, and everybody makes mistakes. We shouldn't expect perfect. But we can hope that the people we love love us enough to try to make it right.

Ty better appreciate how hard I've worked to make myself attractive for him this morning because I am fucking spent.

Now that we all have partners, all husbands should come pick up their
projects."
Pick up our project? Shrugging, I stand up and stretch my arms. Henry also stands. "No way, dude," I say. "I'm the man in this relationship."
"Oh yeah, absolutely," he says, grinning. He sits back down as I walk to the closet to see this project, which turns out to be one of those fake
electronic babies. Oh good God. Ms. Bonner hands me a fake baby boy. The doll has these creepy glass eyes that look like they're staring straight
into my soul. I hold the doll out in front of me like it's a flaming bag of poo and carry it back to Henry.
"Congratulations, Mommy," I say, dropping the doll into his hands. You could've told me I knocked you up.

You were in the equipment shed with Corn Fritter?"
"Corndog," Will, Dr. Salter, and I say simultaneously.

I think JJ will tell me that he loves me soon," Lacey says to Kristen.
"He definitely will," Kristen says. "I can tell by the way he looks at you."
I force myself to cough so I don't laugh. JJ stares at Lacey the way he stares at every one of the Titans' cheerleaders. It's the same way he stares at cheese fries, for that matter.

Sometimes you have to give something up to get something better.

Not only can I teach you math, I can teach you math in bed, Jordan. You know, I'll add the bed, you subtract the clothes, you divide the legs, and I'll multiply

I just miss him, that's all." I feel tears welling again. "I hate that we don't play cards anymore. I hate waking up alone.

Sometimes friendship is just that, just being with someone.

You're right, man! These
corndogs are crap! Drew yelled,
launching a corndog straight at JJ's
face.

All decisions are different in hindsight. Maybe all we can do is make the best decisions we can in the moment, using the best information we have right then.

Maybe all friendships don't fizzle. Maybe, like the kaleidoscope, the colors just change.

Tonight, I may get so nervous that I spill my Coke of drop popcorn down inside my top. Oh God, is my red leather halter cut too low? I look down to make sure I'm not wardrobe-malfunctioning.

I spent too long worrying about what other people think.

Henry's face grows pink, pinker than those ridiculous bras Mom recently left on my bed when she decided I needed something more feminine than a sports bra.

He stares at you at all the time in class. He misses you too.

Henry?' JJ asks.
'Asleep in my bed.'
'What?' Ty exclaims.

If you don't put yourself out there, if you don't take risks, you can't truly feel.

But is a good guy worth the risk of losing sight of my goals? My dreams?

Learning is never a bad thing. And neither is changing your mind about things ... It's always good to reevaluate. To think and consider all sides.

Texans take their football seriously. It's practically a religion down there.

Sometimes you gotta do what's right for you and forget about everybody else. All that matters is what you want. What you need.

Is life one big long what if?

When unrequited love is the most expensive thing on the menu, sometimes you settle for the daily special.

Congratulations, Mommy," I say, dropping the doll into his hands. "You could've told me I knocked you up."
"My bad. I thought you'd force me to get an abortion," Henry replies, taking the baby and cradling it as if it's real. "He has your eyes, Woods."
"And your hair." The doll is bald. "Can we name him Joe Montana?"
"Hells no, his name is Jerry Rice."
"No, his name is Joe Montana."
"I was in labor with him for fourteen hours!" Henry exclaims as he rocks the baby back and forth. "His name is Jerry Rice."
I grin. "Fine.

Taking drugs is stupid. Why mess up your brain like that?

Sounds like Henry was jealous. His pride was hurt. So he acted like an ass. Every guy does that from time to time.

I wish I could get away with not giving a damn.

You have to take chances to get a chance at your dreams.

You make me feel three times the rush of skydiving or bungee jumping ... I felt the biggest rush of my life when you said you love me.

What is it with me and guys? Do I come on too strong? Why do none of them want to stick around? I'm gonna be forty years old and out on a date with some man, and we'll make out, then he'll tell me we're not meant to be, and I'll go home to my fourteen cats.

I once read that football was invented so people wouldn't notice summer ending. But I couldn't wait for summer vacation to end. I couldn't wait for football. Football, dominator of fall - football, love of my life.

You want me?"
"Every bit of you," he mumbles.

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The honest to God truth is that I'm mad at myself. I should've known better.

We stick together, and it makes me feel a little better knowing that, even at thirty-two, Liza hasn't figured her life out yet.

I know some people wonder whether Heaven and Hell truly exist, but do those people question whether gravity exists? Or oxygen? You can't see those with your naked eye, either. I can't see cologne on a guy's body, but I can smell it. I may not be able to see Heaven, but deep inside, I can feel it

Keep telling yourself that. Thanks for scaring them off. Turn around so I can get dressed."
"No."
"No?"
"No." He stares straight into my eyes. "I didn't scare them off for you. I did it for me. I'm coming in with you.

He's fast asleep, curled up at the other end of my bed, looking peaceful. The expression on his face says he's not really sad, and he's not overcompensating for his sadness by acting all crazy or silly, he's just ... content. And that makes me glad, because more than anything else, I want him to be happy.

All those nights of sharing a bed
All those times he put an arm around me
All the things he's done to make my happy
...encouraging me to give Ty a chance
He must really love me if he'll watch me date another guy just to ensure I'm happy
But he's like my brother
And Ty is my boyfriend now
My dream boyfriend
The guy I lost my virginity to
What's scary?
I'm so hot for Ty
but Henry makes me feel whole
in a totally different sort of way
even if I've never considered jumping him
F***ety, F***, F***

But what happens when you don't find that right person? Do you just spend the rest of your life in a relationship where the conversation isn't great, everything isn't perfect, but it is nice and sweet?

Later that night, Henry slept over at our house. He has always stayed in Mike's room, but in the middle of the night, Henry sneaked into my bed because he's had a horrible dream he's been eaten by a whale.
He's stayed in my room ever since.

What's the occasion?" I ask.
He glances up at me and takes a deep breath. "You're the occasion, Woods. I've missed you so, so much.

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Henry was right - I let everyone else's feelings affect my decisions.
Screw that.
I'm taking the ball and running with it.
Maybe they're not my top choices, but they're choices that are good for me, choices I can live with.
Some things I can't control; but some things I can. And I'm going to.

I love you." I laugh. "You already said that." "I've never said it before. I like it ... I think I'll keep saying it.

As uncomfortable as I feel, I keep the girly underwear on anyway. Who knows? Provided they stay the hell out of my butt crack, they might make me feel sexier later on today.

Henry crawls up and throws up an arm around me, pulling me in tight. Closing my eyes as I lean against he shoulder, it occurs to me that Henry is going to be a great dad one day. Not unsupportive like my dad or nonexistent like his.
Just a really great dad.

Do you pray?" I ask him.
"Doesn't everybody pray sometime?

He laughs softly and gazes into my eyes, and it feels like everything stops. The wind stops rustling the grass. We both stop breathing. The only thing that keeps on are the twinkling stars.

Apparently "love thy neighbour" changes to "judge thy neighbour" if your family doesn't follow the church playbook.

I hesitate, then pull that chain off and drop it around Henry's neck.
"Oh, thank gosh," he says, kissing the charm. "I've missed this."
"More than you've missed me?"
"Oh heck yeah.

If you spend all your time thinking about how someone is going to one-up you, you can't put your best foot forward.

Henry keeps dealing. When all the cards have been separated, I pick up my stack and shuffle my cards again. Then I look up into Henry's eyes, and he's staring back at me, at my tears, and I see all these tiny wrinkles around his eyes-sadness wrinkles. He frowns, biting his lip.

Ty:
Damn, he's fine.
Damn, he's a good quarterback.
Damn, he's nice and sweet.
Damn, he's a good kisser.
Damn, he's buff.
Damn, he's great to his family.
Damn, now that I know about Henry,
I'm not sure Ty and I are right for each other.
Henry:
I love the way his curls flop around and hang across his forehead.
I love how he never just lets me win. I have to earn it.
I love how he touches me just because.
I love his loyalty.
I love how when we sleep head-to-toe,
he always finds a reason to sleep head-to-head instead.
I love his unconditional support.
I love his spontaneity and crazy sense of humor.
I love his stupid dances.
I love....him.

We've been best friends forever and now he can't even talk to me?

At least I've got football .

It's been my life since I was seven, but sometimes Henry says I need to spend less time focusing and start "living life like I'm going to hell tomorrow."

But I feel like a normal teenager. Wel , as normal as I can be. I mean, obviously I think Justin Timberlake is a mega-hunk, but I'm also over six feet tal and can launch a footbal fifty yards.

Other ways I'm not normal?

A girl who hangs with an entire football team must hook up all the time, right?

Nope.

I've never had a boyfriend. Hell , I've never even kissed a guy. The closest I've ever come to a kiss happened just this past summer, but it was a joke. At a party, one of those cheerleaders suggested we all play a game of seven minutes in heaven, you know, the game where you go into a closet and kiss? Somehow Henry and I got sent into the closet together, and of course we didn't kiss, but we ended up in a mad thumb-wrestling match. Which turned into a shoving match. Which turned into everyone thinking we'd hooked up in the closet. Yeah, right. He's like my brother.

Yo, guys," Ty says, peering down into the stroller. "What the hell is that thing? Satan's spawn?"
"You'd better watch it!" Henry says. He puts on a serious face, throws an arm around my shoulders, and pulls me in close. "That's our child you're
talking about."
Ty smiles, then looks at Jerry Rice. "Its eyes are seriously creeping me out. And I knew something was going on between you two."
"You're right," Henry says. "Woods is my husband, and I'm her wife.

Woods? Do you have a sec?" Ty asks.
"Sure."
"Alone?" Ty eyes Henry and Jerry Rice, and I jerk my head at Henry.
"Fine," Henry says, rolling his eyes. "Divorce me if you must, Woods. I can't believe I've only been married half an hour and I'm already a single
parent." Ty holds the door to the gym open so Henry can get the stroller through. I giggle at the sight of him carrying those diaper bags across the
gym.

Um, are you and Henry, um...you know."
"Are we what?"
"You know, together?"
"Of course not. We've been friends for, like, ten years."
"Oh..got it. Sometimes it just seems like you're more."
"Would it be bad if Henry and I were more?"
"Yeah, it would be very bad.

How can you be in love with someone for forever and not be willing to take a chance when it finally hits you in the face like a linebacker?

Your truth isn't everybody else's truth.

It's like with art. You can't tell someone how to do it, or it's not her art. You can't tell someone else how to believe.
It's up to Go to judge, and for me to help the people I love the best I can.

Sometimes you have to do things you don't want to do. To get something better, you know?

His smile is a virus. A virus sweeping through my body, rendering it useless.

I don't obsess over things that other girls care about, like clothes, movie stars, hair, painting nails, knitting or whatever shit they're into. I just want to eat a bunch of hot wings, sleep, play ball, and maybe, someday, make out with Ty.

When God created the Earth, he had such a sick wicked sense of humor. He made everything that's wrong feel really, really good.

So what does Just Tacos have to do with kissing?"
"Besides the fact I absolutely love both?" he asks.

Dad told me that even if you're meant to be with someone, that doesn't mean you necessarily get to be with them. But sometimes? Maybe you do. I guess we'll find out.

A boy should fit into your life-not become it. High school is when you start to define yourself. Don't define yourself as the girl who has a boyfriemd and nothing else.

Everything is about balance ... it took me so long to figure that out.