Sarah Strohmeyer Quotes

I believe that within every one of us is a woman of undiscovered beauty, a woman who is charming and talented and light of heart

For years, he's been listening to her complain about being ignored by Justin and assuring it her it was simply a matter of time until his friend saw the light. After all, if Henry was friends with Neerja and Henry was friends with Justin then, logically, Justin would be friends with Neerja. According to Henry, their eventual relationship was dictated by the transitive property.

But Neerja didn't want to be 'just friends' with Justin, and she was tired of waiting for the transitive property to jump-start her love life.

He's definitely one of those men you love before you get to know.

See that's what people don't get about food. It's never the food, it's the love that goes into making it. That's what's important.

If I can't read, if I can't make a simple Indian pudding, then I don't see the point in living much more, really. Because aside from a good book, and perhaps, a fresh morning in a dew-covered garden, few things in life give me as much pleasure as magic of making a truly spectacular dessert.

A mother is a mother from the moment her baby is first placed in her arms until eternity. It didn't matter if her child were three, thirteen, or thirty.

Like the garlic mustard in my garden and the roses on my fence, love has a funny way of blooming after years of being buried.

Because high school only comes around once, and I would hate to look back and think I didn't make the most of every moment because I was scared of what other people thought. Other people never think that much about you anyway. Eleanor Roosevelt said that.

Wow," said Henry. "Awesome. And I'll help you with you know who."
"Who?" Justin said again
"Talking about Dr. Who, J. You know how we nerds love our Who."
"Who? How did you two get on Who? We were talking about the play.

God always sends an angelto soften the sting of the devil.

Addie zipped open her computer case, found a USB cord, and tossed it through the back window so it landed on the seat next to him.
"What's this for?" Kris asked, holding the cord.
Darn. He found it too soon. "Thank you," she said. "I must have dropped it."
"You just threw it in.

Kris was in black running shorts and a tight gray T-shirt constructed from some sort of magical material that clung to his muscles and triggered a gush of epinephrine while her amygdala attempted to reconcile two conflicting signals from her prefrontal cortex: attraction and revenge. "All

The imagination is a wonderful thing; it allows for all manner of undiscoverable sins.

It's always so cool to think you are looking at today is something other people have been looking at for centuries. It's the closest I've come to touching immortality, by reading the words of dead people.

On behalf of all that is good and melodic, Ludwig van Beethoven, I apologize.

Life is too short to listen to a MAN to tell me how to live it.

He bowed deeply before me and slipped to one knee, taking my hand in his and gazing with the perfect Fairyland combination of princely adoration and chaste love. Andy actually applauded, and even my own heart skipped a head - which Ian must have felt because he squeezed my fingers gently.
"Am I forgiven, dearest?" he asked again, batting his eyelashes.
I mouthed, In your dreams!

In fact, a case could be made that worrying about a problem actually prevents you from resolving it, because it deceives your mind into thinking that you're doing something when really you're not.

Next to my green eyes, my blond hair is definitely my best feature. So, out of obligation to all the blondes before me (Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, the many Barbies I have loved and tortured), I tend to spend hours getting it right. You know, so as not to let down the team.

-"let's make it Monday night. How about if I stop by to pick you up around six?"
-" Actually on Monday nights... " I start to say reflexively,
-"You are going out with me." He taps me on the nose with his finger. "And you know it. Don't stall. I like you, Nola. You're a real person. And you're pretty, too, even if you refuse to admit it to yourself

Life is a lease and God is the landlord.

Oh dear," said my mother, turning to Marmie and going "Ce Justin, est-il gai?" (This Justin, is he gay?)
Marmie handed her a hot chocolate and shrugged. "Qui sait? Je ne suis pas se petite amie." (Who knows? I'm not his girlfriend.)

The power of women united, I am again reminded, is an invincible thing.

If it's true love, then it will abide. If it was a fleeting crush, then it will turn to dust. Either way, the truth will out.