Lisa Mason Quotes

Mind gleams in every atom of the Universe. ~ Lisa Mason

Music isn't just playing notes on a page. You've got to put your heart into it. I'm not saying lost control. I'm saying let what's happening inside you come out" -Donna ~ Lisa Jenn Bigelow

The source of so much of my anxiety in life and the tensions in my relationship is my anxiety about my kid. It's all very abstract and unfounded and ungrounded. ~ Lisa Cholodenko

10:31pm
Janie drives home slowly, windows rolled down, hand ready on the parking brake. She takes Waverly. Past Cabel's house.
Nothing.
She falls into bed when she gets home.
There are no notes, no phone calls, no visits. Not that she was hoping for anything of course. That bastard. ~ Lisa McMann

That's not necessarily a bad thing," Caitlyn protested. "I'm sure it keeps you out of trouble."
"Thierry told me I was cold. He wasn't the first boy to say that, either."
Caitlyn winced. "Ouch."
Amalia turned toward Caitlyn. "I wish I could be more like you."
"Me? Are you kidding? Why?"
"You let your emotions show on your face. They're right on the surface, for all to see."
Caitlyn grimaced. "I thought I'd learned to control that."
"See?" Amalia copied her grimace. "Right on the surface!"
"Mmph," Caitlyn grunted unhappily.
"Mmph," Amalia copied.
Caitlyn threw up her hands in defeat, then cast a quick warning look at Amalia. "Don't you do it!"
Amalia chuckled. ~ Lisa Cach

Meditation is the one thing I do every day - meditate, pray. I do reading in the morning and try to center myself. I play music every day because that is very centering. ~ Mason Jennings

It should be, but you're still hesitating. Why?" "I'm afraid of losing who I am, and being only what he lets me be. ~ Lisa Renee Jones

So you think long and hard about what you see here
today, and where you're headed. But if you run, run fast. Because I'm going to come after you. That's
just the kind of bastard I can't seem to help being ~ Lisa Renee Jones

I was held together by one thread that was black and frayed, and the end of it was tied to Maggie. She had unwittingly pulled on it, loosening the already loose knitting until I was nothing more than a pile of tangled string, completely unraveled. ~ Ashlan Thomas

It's so much easier to fall in love, and so much more complicated to fall out of it. ~ Lisa Gardner

As our God Most High fights, we flourish. As err his people flourish, our God strikes the killing blow. The battles in heaven are seen on earth, and the battles of earth do not escape the notice of heaven. We flourish when we are one with each other and with heaven's purpose. ~ Lisa Bevere

Enough." I rolled my eyes and would've smacked him with my laptop if I wasn't worried his hard head would break my computer. "Please don't make me throw up."
He finally glanced my way, the corner of his mouth quirked up into a crooked smile. "God, I've missed you. ~ Lisa Kessler

Would we get on well together, do you think?" she asked dubiously, daring to play with the knot of his necktie, loosening the gray watered-silk fabric with her fingertips. "We're opposites in nearly every regard."
Inclining his head, Marcus nuzzled the tender inside of her wrist, his lips brushing the blue-tinted veins that lay like fine lacework beneath the skin. "I am coming to believe that taking a wife who is exactly like myself would be the worst conceivable decision I could make."
"Perhaps you're right," Lillian mused, letting her fingertips curl into the gleaming close-cut hair at the side of his head. "You need a wife who won't let you have your way all the time. One who…" She paused with a little shiver as his tongue touched a delicate spot near her inner elbow. "Who," she continued, struggling to gather her thoughts, "would be willing to take you down a notch when you become too pompous…"
"I am never pompous," Marcus said, drawing the edge of her gown away from the vulnerable curve of her throat.
Her breath hitched as he began to kiss the wing of her collarbone. "What would you call it when you carry on as if you always know best, and anyone who disagrees with you is an idiot?"
"Most of the time, the people who disagree with me do happen to be idiots. I can't help that. ~ Lisa Kleypas

Don't sacrifice yourself for me. I will not be grateful. ~ Mason Cooley

Now that may be a first. A girl who has no interest whatsoever in the handsome, emotionally unavailable, Dane Wright. ~ Lisa De Jong

Natural law says that matter cannot be created or destroyed, but that was pre-spanx. ~ Lisa Scottoline

Stay Humble. Often anger comes from our own ego and pride. We don't get our own way and so we get angry. But remember, it's not all about you. :) There are other people on the planet that have wants and needs to. :) If what you want conflicts with what others want, sometime you will have to let them have what they want. Everyone is not here to meet your needs alone. They need to take care of themselves sometimes too. Sometimes anger is an ego trip. It's when we think everyone should cater to our needs and do things our own way. Our pride makes us start to think that it's our way or the highway. But you are not God. No one but God is God. :) You cannot run the universe and you are not perfect. These are all good things to remind ourselves of all the time. Paul says in Romans 12, "Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgment." Often times anger comes when we have a high opinion of ourselves and the way we think things SHOULD be done. But no one of is perfect. None of us has a perfect way of doing things. We need to allow for differences in other people and different opinions on things. It is never we are right and everyone else is wrong. We need to admit that sometimes we might be wrong too. Amen. So always remember to stay humble and not think of yourself as being perfect or better than you are. If you are able to see that you too make mistakes all the time, then you will have more grace for other people, and you will th ~ Lisa Bedrick

Scientific experiments are expensive, and people are entitled to know about them if they want to. I think it is very difficult to convey ideas. ~ Lisa Randall

You okay, Bobert?"

He says pretty much what I expect: "I don't know how I'm going to pair Ramón. He'll drown Lisa."

Robert's pianist, a man named Luther, is pretty wonderful. "Can Luther carry the solos?"

"On piano?"

I shrug. "Just spitballing here."

He appears to consider it, and then shakes his head. "The songs don't lend themselves to keys. The strings have a richness, a vibrancy that the piano can't mimic. It needs to stir something inside you. Luther is amazing, but we need a musician who demands your attention. Who makes you feel."

The idea seems to heat my blood, and I straighten. "Wait. Wait." Robert looks up, confused. I hold up my hand. "An idea is forming in my brain."

His expression clears in understanding. "No, Buttercup."

"He's exactly what you're describing," I insist. "You've never heard him, but trust me - he is."

"He plays guitar. Honey, I know you're enamored, but - "

"It's not that, I swear. And he's not just some busker hanging out on the street. He's gifted, Robert. Listening to him play is like watching Luis onstage. I feel the notes. I know I'm not . . ." I search for words, flushing. Trying to tell Robert how to do his job is dangerous; he may be my uncle, but he's been a brilliant musician for much longer. "I'm not a trained musician like you are," I say carefully, "but I feel like classical guitar might work here. It's gentle ~ Christina Lauren

his survival was threatened day by day. Minute by minute. It was impossible to picture a spoiled, beautiful man like Christopher Phelan contending with danger and hardship. Hunger. Loneliness. Beatrix stared at her friend pensively, their gazes meeting in the looking glass. "What is your favorite song, Pru?" "I don't have one, actually. Tell him yours." "Should we discuss this with Audrey?" Beatrix asked, referring to Phelan's sister-in-law. "Certainly not. Audrey has a problem with honesty. She wouldn't send the letter if she knew I hadn't written it." Beatrix made a sound that could have either been a laugh or a groan. ~ Lisa Kleypas

The wolf demands her mate. But the woman loathes the man. ~ Lisa Kessler

So, I was thinkin' of pickin' up a job as a male stripper . It would be a way to meet women and earn money. Thoughts?" That should refocus his brother if no other way but him pausing to consider it. Quinn had undiagnosed ADHD, Chance was sure of it, and on occasion you had to refocus him. The same worked when Quinn went off on a tangent, you had to flash something bright to get him off the tangent, and in this case, the shiny was Chance becoming a stripper. ~ Alex Morgan

I am often attracted to people with whom I could not hold a five minute conversation. ~ Mason Cooley

A group of us started a community center in Santa Monica. We've tried different programs, and three have worked really well. A poetry group. Once a week we visit Venice High and talk to girls at risk. ~ Lisa Bonet

My husband is endlessly fascinated by machines," Mrs. Hunt said, laughing. "I believe they've eclipsed all his other interests."
"Not all," Hunt said softly. Something about the way he glanced at his wife caused her cheeks to flush. ~ Lisa Kleypas

I'm coming into this embracing that wild spirit in you. I don't want to clip your wings. I want to fly with you. ~ Lisa Kessler

After watching - with a twinge of satisfaction - the letters burn to ashes in the fireplace, Evie felt sleepy. She went to the master bedroom for a nap. In spite of her weariness, it was difficult to relax while she was worried about Sebastian. Her thoughts chased round and round, until her tired brain put an end to the useless fretting and she dropped off to sleep.
When she awakened an hour or so later, Sebastian was sitting on the bed beside her, a lock of her bright hair clasped loosely between a thumb and forefinger. He was watching her closely, his eyes the color of heaven at daybreak. She sat up and smiled self-consciously.
Gently Sebastian stroked back her tumbled hair. "You look like a little girl when you sleep," he murmured. "It makes me want to guard you every minute."
"Did you find Mr. Bullard?"
"Yes, and no. First tell me what you did while I was gone."
"I helped Cam to arrange things in the office. And I burned all your letters from lovelorn ladies. The blaze was so large, I'm surprised no one sent for a fire brigade."
His lips curved in a smile, but his gaze probed hers carefully. "Did you read any of them?"
Evie lifted a shoulder in a nonchalant half shrug. "A few. There were inquiries as to whether or not you've yet tired of your wife."
"No." Sebastian drew his palm along the line of her thigh. "I'm tired of countless evenings of repetitive gossip and tepid flirtation. I'm tired of meaningless encounters with wom ~ Lisa Kleypas

We're not unique in our family. We're more ambitious but we're not special. I'm not funnier than anyone else in my family; it's just that we wanted more than Raleigh, North Carolina, had to offer. If my brother wanted more than Raleigh had to offer, you would know his name. My sister Lisa has a really unique and different voice, but she doesn't want that. She's a fine writer, but never said, "I want a book. I want that kind of attention." ~ David Sedaris

Wisdom is dead. Long live information. ~ Mason Cooley

I've never known anyone more ill equipped for happiness. He wouldn't know what to do with it. ~ Lisa Kleypas

People say we are survivors but I don't see us as survivors of anything. We are still here, there's nothing that's come and tried to dislodge us. We just go about our business. ~ Dave Mason

It was a bad habit of hers ... looking for safety in places where there wasn't any. ~ Lisa Kleypas

It's the way we deal with what Fate hands us that defines who we are. ~ Lisa Graff

There is nothing supernatural. There are only the things in this world that we understand, the things that we don't understand, and made up crap." The last part of that saying was always the best bit. "Pray at the alter of each of these things, my darlings." She would be smirking by then." They all work in their own way. ~ Jamie Mason

Let's get to the point, Amelia." His hands closed over her shoulders. "Are you going to marry me?"
"I can't," she said weakly. "I just can't. We don't suit. It's obvious we're not at all alike. You're impetuous. You make life-altering decisions in the blink of an eye. Whereas I choose one course and I don't stray from it."
"You strayed last night. And look how well it turned out." He grinned at her expression. "I'm not impetuous, love. It's just that I know when something is too important to be decided according to logic."
"And marriage is one of those things?"
"Of course." Cam settled a hand high on her chest, over the wild pounding of her heart. "You have to decide it in here. ~ Lisa Kleypas

All history and art are against us, but we still expect happiness in love. ~ Mason Cooley

If you can't be brave, be determined. And you'll end up in the same place. ~ Lisa Scottoline

She fell asleep rapidly, swimming through a haze of pleasant images... walking through the forest in Hampshire... dangling her feet in a cool pond on a hot day... pausing in the kissing gate, while the smell of sun-warmed meadowsweet rose thickly to her nostrils. She closed her eyes and tilted her chin upward, relishing the sultry rays, while a butterfly's wings brushed lightly against her cheek. Entranced by the delicate tickle, she held very still. The silken strokes moved over the tip of her nose, the sensitive periphery of her upper lip, the tender corners of her mouth.
Searching blindly, she lifted her face to the brushes of warmth and was rewarded by a gentle pressure that opened her lips and drew a moan from the upper part of her lungs. Lord Sydney was standing with her in the kissing gate, his arms trapping her against the painted ribs of latticework. His mouth searched hers so gently, his body firm against hers, and she writhed in a mute plea for him to hold her more tightly. Seeming to know exactly what she wanted, he pushed his knee into her skirts, right against the place that felt swollen and yearning. Gasping, she curled her fingers in his glossy hair, and he whispered for her to relax, that he would take care of her, satisfy her-
"Oh." Blinking hard, she stirred from the sensuous dream as she realized that she was not alone. The bed curtains had been drawn aside, and Nick Gentry's long body was entangled with hers. One large hand was cupped beneath he ~ Lisa Kleypas

No, one of the great things about my three-year deal is that it's year-round. They've offered me an opportunity to cover a lot of things in the offseason, too. ~ Lisa Guerrero

For the first time perhaps ever, I am not denying the truth of all of my cracks. I am living them. ~ Lisa Renee Jones

Whatever I experienced in the world that I didn't understand I'd invent a story and workout my understanding of something through the story. ~ Lisa Alther

If you hold your hand closed, nothing good can come in. The open hand is blessed, for it gives in abundance, even as it receives. ~ Biddy Mason