Courtney A Walsh Quotes

Dear Human: You've got it all wrong. You didn't come here to master unconditional love. This is where you came from and where you'll return. You came here to learn personal love. Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty Love. Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love. Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling. Demonstrated through the beauty of... messing up. Often. You didn't come here to be perfect, you already are. You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous. And rising again into remembering. But unconditional love? Stop telling that story. Love in truth doesn't need any adjectives. It doesn't require modifiers. It doesn't require the condition of perfection. It only asks you to show up. And do your best. That you stay present and feel fully. That you shine and fly and laugh and cry and hurt and heal and fall and get back up and play and work and live and die as YOU. Its enough. It's Plenty.

Please, Lauren,” Will said. “You know you’re not the kind of girl you date.” “Ouch.” He leveled her gaze. “You’re the kind of girl you marry.

Do you know how much you’re missing in the moment by always wishing you were somewhere else?

You don't forgive people for their benefit. You do it for yours. Because if you don't, it'll eat you alive. Jealousy, envy, holding a grudge- they rot you from the inside out.

Happiness isn't that hard to find, you know. It's everywhere. It's all around us. But it's not something that happens to us. It's something we seek. It's something we pursue.

Life is beautiful and horrible and wonderful and awful all at the same time

Some things are true, regardless of who you are. Saying something kind and from the heart is never a bad idea, and it’s never the wrong thing to do.

People could not be trusted. They always let you down, and Will Sinclair had already proven that to her, hadn’t he?

One thing was for sure: time didn’t heal all wounds. Some were still every bit as fresh as the day they were inflicted.

If I'm not willing to feel the pain of life, how can I ever expect to feel the joy

People don’t always let us become who we are. They try to keep us in the box of who we were.

We all have our stuff. We all have holes, and we all have scars. And we all have things we’d rather keep hidden, because we think it’s easier not to burden someone else with our baggage.

Nobody deserves forgiveness, Will. That’s the point. That’s what grace is.

Time shrinks when it’s not paid attention to.

She supposed that’s what grace was—a second chance that isn’t deserved.

Because he is a recipe for disaster. A literal recipe. Two cups of charm, three ounces of inappropriate flirting, and a dash of dimples make for a very, very broken heart.

Flirts flirt. Players play. Charmers charm. And girls like Lauren? They get their heart broken because they always seem to try and give it to the wrong people.

Yeah, I feel super sorry for you that you have to be locked in a car with a guy that looks like Chris Evans after the super soldier serum.

It was, without question, one of the best days of her entire adult life. Because of him.

Maybe happiness isn’t about what you do, Isadora. Maybe it’s about who you do it with. Or simply about accepting who you are.

Fictional men are always better than the real ones. Always. Probably because they’re written by women.

Maybe these simple, little, ordinary things are the big things I’m meant to accomplish with my life.

You have to feel the pain in order to heal.

Mom always says when you think something good about someone, you should say it out loud,

Lane closed her eyes and pressed her lips together at the sound of the nickname, a thousand memories whirling through her mind. He hadn’t meant it to hurt her, but even the smallest nick could reopen old wounds.

Replacing the girl reading the book on the porch was this beautiful, closed-off, honest, waiting-to-be-cracked open woman who challenged his contentment simply by living her life. He didn’t want to be challenged. He was just fine with the status quo. Why did she have to go around inspiring him? It was not what he’d signed up for.

Easy, laid back and sexy as all get out. That pretty much summed up Josh Dixon. And none of those things were what she should be thinking about right now. Untrustworthy, unreliable and unfaithful. That’s what she should be thinking.

He stilled. He knew she was leaving—this wasn’t a surprise—but how did he tell her he didn’t want her to go? That he wanted to know all the things that made her sad, all the things that made her laugh? That he wanted to reach over and wipe those tears away?

No boyfriend?” he asked. “Nope,” she said. “I don’t mind being alone.” But the words didn’t ring true. She added, quietly, “People just can’t be trusted.

This wasn’t just some girl—this was Lauren. Lauren, the girl you marry.

So it’s not what you thought it was going to be—that doesn’t mean it can’t still be something amazing.

When you’re young and full of invulnerable optimism, dreams are as easy as “Oh, I’ll just try that.” Everything seems attainable

All at once she was eighteen, a stupid girl with a stupid crush who believed that someone like Will might actually see her as anything more the his best friend's kid sister.

Her mantra is, “Come as you are, and there will be food.

seeing him there served as a well-placed reminder that life was short and people were what mattered most.

I glance at the line. It’s moving as fast as a sloth on Benadryl.

She live on purpose -- like she used every color in the crayon box. The big box, too, with the built-in sharpener.

I nod. "Yeah, I'm on the step where I tell her exactly how I feel and she kisses me behind the fudge shop." I deadpan.

Taking it all in. Slowing down. Being present. Savoring this exact moment for exactly what it is.

We’re strong, capable women, but we still like to be told we’re pretty.

She glanced at Betsy, who smiled as if they’d always been friends, the kind who could communicate without words, the kind who knew what the other one needed whether anyone said so or not.

Time doesn’t heal all wounds. Time gives you distance and perspective. The time we had wasn’t enough, but it wasn’t nothing. I lived twenty-two amazing years as their son. And that was a gift.

She couldn’t deny that a part of her was tipping over the precipice that held up her resolve. A part of her was falling for every single word, every crooked smile, every flash of his blue eyes.

Don’t let the precious moments pass you by, Cam. Take snapshots in your mind. Seal them in good and tight. These are the things you’ll carry with you. These are the moments that will keep you young.

I didn't have anyone, I spent a lot more time alone. I loved reading, and I know it sounds stupid, but the characters in the books I read became my best friends. The only ones who would never hurt me.

She knew her artwork reflected a side of her personality she didn’t typically let out. The side that wasn’t completely concerned with getting everything right. In a way, art gave her a chance to play.

Tonight, God was showing off, as pink and blue melded into purple, touched with a warm orange glow and the outline of the clouds, the fields, and the dusty road that seemed to stretch out in front of them forever

Dot, the truth is, we aren’t a couple.” Dot gasped, and brought her hand to her chest. “No!” “It’s true,” he continued. Will then reached across the table and took Lauren’s hand. “But if the stars align and things work out, the first time I kiss this woman is going to be because I want to—not because some tradition told me I had to.” Lauren froze in place, as if Will’s hand on hers shocked her body rigid. Dot let out a squeal. “Well, that was the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard!

Lyndie was still something of a mystery to him. Hard to know, with an exterior that would be difficult to crack, but he wouldn't stop trying until she let him in. Something told him she would be worth the extra effort--did she see that about herself? Would she ever?

Will walked into the bathroom while Lauren cowered, turned a circle in the small bathroom, and announced, “I don’t see anything.” “No, no, no.” She crept in, and pointed a shaking finger. “It was on the wall of the shower. It was right there, Will. It was huge!” “Huge?” “It had fur. It was the size of a small dog.” Will let out a laugh, then stopped, held up both hands as if to say ‘sorry.’ “I take it you don’t like spiders?

Just one thing. . .” Dallas starts. I can tell by the tone that he thinks he’s going to be funny. I turn and look at him, waiting. He’s scrunching up his face. “Him? You picked him?” “Shut up right now if you know what’s good for you.” “I mean, maybe with the lights off, or from far away, maybe, but up close?” he shudders. “That’s it. You’re on lockdown.” He gets on his knees. “Wait! No! I was kidding! I. . .” I hold up a hand. “Nope.” I take my pointer finger and circle my face and torso. “This? All of this? Now off limits.

I’m not telling you that so you’ll feel bad. I just think you need to understand the whole picture. I don’t ever put myself in a situation where I might get hurt.” She kicked at something invisible, her shoe leaving an imprint in the thin layer of freshly fallen snow. “I don’t like taking risks on anyone other than myself, and only then when I’ve done so much research it doesn’t feel risky anymore. I focus on the things I can control. I date guys I have no real interest in because I know they can’t hurt me. I’m perfectly content to spend my weekends working or reading or reading about my work.

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Everything she'd believed had been a lie. And she'd never felt more alone in her life.

There’s no expiration date on second chances.

There was a part of her that cried out, ‘Am I good enough yet?’ but who was she hoping would answer that question?

She didn't want to make anything right. She wanted to make it all go away.

Don't take away the power of the sacrifice he made by doubting it or wishing it away.

He’d made it his daily goal to pull one great smile out of Lane Kelley. The days he succeeded, those were the days he lived for.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end. —William Shakespeare

my Me-maw.

She wanted to quietly drift back into the shadows and live a life where nobody got hurt. Was that too much to ask?

For her part, she knew she was plain. She didn't make herself up or pay a whole lot of attention to how she looked. It didn't seem worth her time.After all, she had no real interest in dating.

If this were an episode of Bridgerton,he'd be the "rake

To search her eyes for happiness and contentment—two things I want for her more than anything else.

You know that unkindness just makes you get old before your time.” “That’s true,” Dad calls from the living room. “Rots your bones and makes you constipated! Look at your Aunt June!

There was just one problem. I had no idea how to do that. Okay, two problems. I’m also not sure I want to.

After a few slow dances, Dallas and I take a break. He stops by the punch table, as Raya walks over. Dallas hands me a glass, and then, without thinking, gives Raya the one he got for himself. “Thanks.” She takes it, and stares him down as he gets another for himself. “I was there for the first rendition of ‘Kiss You.’” “Oh?” He glances at me, then back at Raya. “Yours was much, much better than Poppy’s.” Raya’s expression remains the same. Dallas’s smile is tentative. “That was cool what you did.” Then, with a smile that would chill a corpse, she says, “But if you hurt her, I’ll kill you.” And with that, she walks away. “She secretly likes you,” I tell him. “If that’s her version of liking someone, I’d hate to be on her bad side.

She lived on purpose -- like she used every color in the crayon box. The big box, too, with the built-in sharpener.

I'm saying if you do what you were made to do, then you'll find the peace you've been looking for. You can't work for it, you know. You just have to rest in it. - Birdie

My customers mean well, but by the time the interview rolls around and Lindsay shows up, I want to crawl into a hole and stay hidden until hell freezes over or Leonardo DiCaprio dates someone his own age, whichever comes first. Probably the hell thing.

Listen. I know it sounds crazy. But this stuff works, Larrabee,” Pearson says. “It saved my marriage.

Reagan comes up beside me and follows my gaze. “You hate to see him go, but you love to watch him walk away.” I slowly turn toward her. “Are you finished?” “I’ve never seen you so flustered, Emmy.” She grins. “I’m just getting started.

Ooh, what about making you look like a 1950’s pinup girl? Because I actually think you could rock a red lip.” “You aren’t very sympathetic,” I say. “Sorry,” she says. “I do feel sorry that you keep getting thrown together with my brother. I wonder if his flavor of the month will get jealous by all this attention on you two.

I turn toward him. “Max, what is it that you want?” “You.” He holds my gaze for a heated moment.

Happiness isn’t that hard to find, you know. It’s everywhere. It’s all around us. But it’s not something that happens to us. It’s something we seek. It’s something we pursue. And you’ll never find it if you never let anyone in.

You need to come with me,” the firefighter shouts. “Now!” To the ends of the earth, I think, because I’m convinced that this man is not only my savior, he’s my soulmate. Here to carry me to safety.

This town has. . .uh. . .never been very high on me, Captain,” I tell him, and it’s hard to get the words out without sounding angry. His face twitches. “I know.” He does? “And you know what they say about opinions,” he adds. “Everybody’s got ‘em and they all stink.

Peggy is all Rachel Lynde from Anne of Green Gables. She’s blunt and assuming and in everybody’s business.

Memories, certain ones, have a way of zipping together the past and the present. What was once completely separate is now entangled. What you felt then, you feel now, and you’re unable to pull them apart.

And then the world goes into slow motion. Rudolph’s backside begins to wag, and before I know what’s happening, I see that the mishandled balloon is coming for us. More specifically, I see that we’re about to be devoured by two giant reindeer butt cheeks. “Rudolph’s butt is going to eat Santa!” A little kid calls out as we are sucked into the black hole of an upside-down reindeer rear end. My last thought before my world goes dark is this is going to go viral.

Look, everyone’s got history. Everyone has baggage. If you’re lucky enough to find someone willing to lug it around for you, you should let them.

It’s hard when the one place on the planet with the most pain is the same place that feels the most like home.

Between the two of us—I was the one who was proving to be untrustworthy. And he was proving to be exactly what I told myself he wasn’t—the man I’d always loved.

You can’t force someone to deal with their grief the way you want them to, Marin,” Mom says.

The melodramatic apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

I tilt my head slightly in “only my mom” realization because she’s wearing a reindeer headband. A jingly, Christmas reindeer headband. I’ll even bet it. . . My mom reaches up and presses an unseen button. “It lights up! Isn’t it adorable?

She left me a note telling me where to meet her for the parade this afternoon. It was written in green ink on red paper that smelled like cinnamon.

I had a therapist tell me once that pain you don’t deal with always finds a way to come back. It will demand attention.

Her voice trails off, and she’s holding the medal like she opened a present on Christmas morning and it turned out to be an avocado.

Life is beautiful and horrible and wonderful and awful all at the same time’?” He looks at me then. “And that is the adventure.

Is it possible that the happy days and the sad days, I don’t know, need each other somehow? As if the two things have to coexist for either to matter at all?

With Pru, he could be whoever he was and feel whatever he felt. He was tired of pretending, and she was his safe place.

She was head over heels, completely in love with her best friend.

They were like two shattered pieces of glass, and she had to wonder if their pieces would ever fit together.

I should go.” She took a step back and ran into a door. He didn’t look away, but he nodded slowly. “You should. Because if you don’t, I’m going to kiss you again.

It’s a risk. Love is messy. But life is messy too, and the regret of not trying could far outweigh the regret of everything falling apart.

Life is what’s happening while you’re busy making other plans’?

impossible for two attractive medical professionals to take a simple elevator ride that doesn’t end in a make-out session.

My reasons for leaving haven’t changed. It was never about a lack of feelings for her—quite the opposite. The fact was, I loved Marin too much. And I’m afraid that hasn’t changed.