Dolly Parton Best Quotes

If you see someone without a smile give them yours.

All the best things in my life have started with a Dolly Parton song.

Be the alligator girl. Be whatever your dreams and your luck will let you be. Wear your green cornflakes with pride. Snarl at the crowds, and do your best to make them flinch. Give them a quarter's worth of wonder.

ONE All the best things in my life have started with a Dolly Parton song. Including my friendship with Ellen Dryver. The song that sealed the deal was “Dumb Blonde” from her 1967 debut album, Hello, I’m Dolly. During the summer before first grade, my aunt Lucy bonded with Mrs. Dryver over their mutual devotion to Dolly. While they sipped sweet tea in the dining room, Ellen and I would sit on the couch watching cartoons, unsure of what to make of each other. But then one afternoon that song came on over Mrs. Dryver’s stereo. Ellen tapped her foot as I hummed along, and before Dolly had even hit the chorus, we were spinning in circles and singing at the top of our lungs. Thankfully, our love for each other and Dolly ended up running deeper than one song. I

I knew I wasn't second best for Tim (just as I knew that in real life, Jolene's flaming locks and eyes of emerald green stood no change against the aces of spades that was Dolly Parton's chest), but it took some believing, because I'd been second best to my sister for most of my life. That shakes your faith in yourself.

Olivia reached for her phone, connected it to his car Bluetooth, and cranked up a Dolly Parton playlist. “Thank God for Dolly,” she said. “See, she was the best part of the night.” They spent the rest of the drive back to her house singing along with Dolly, and they could tell a bunch of the cars around them were doing the same thing.

Oh my gosh, he was touching my face. I froze and may have let out a small sigh, but honestly, I have no idea what came out of my mouth because, at that instant, I blanked from his touch. “Um. What was that for?” “Just getting into character.” A rueful smile crossed Micah’s face. “You’ll see. I’ll be the best boyfriend ever.” “Pretend boyfriend,” I emphasized to myself as much as to him. “Okay, then. Good to know. And here, don’t forget about this. Thanks for letting me borrow it.” I took a step out of his personal space and grabbed hold of the hem of his hoodie, about to take it off, but Micah held up his hand. “Keep it,” he said, his expression thoughtful. “A girlfriend should always have something of her boyfriend’s to keep her warm, don’t you think?” My eyes must have gone as wide as saucers because, dear Dolly Parton, what had I gotten myself into? Fake boyfriend Micah was just too much.

The woman was tall, wearing stretch leggings and a big red bulky sweater. Even though it was thick, it left no doubt that she filled it out a lot better than I filled out mine. Dolly Parton to my . . . well, let’s just say that the greatly endowed wagon had passed me by. Her blonde hair was cascading in glorious waves around her shoulders instead of hanging in tight curls like mine. She no doubt knew her way around a curling iron. She was resting a hand on Aunt Sue’s shoulders like they were the very best of friends. I couldn’t explain it, but I took an immediate dislike to her. Probably because Brad couldn’t take his eyes off her and was starting to drool. “Hey, everyone, this is Cynthia,” Aunt Sue announced, like we should all care when I definitely did not. “She’s staying at the condo next to yours. This is my niece, Kate, my nephew, Sam, and their friends.” “It’s great to meet you all,” Cynthia said a little too breathlessly, her voice having a little squeal to it, like she was trying really hard to sound sexy but she just came across sounding like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Levelers: “I’m not offended by all the dumb blonde jokes because I know I’m not dumb… and I also know that I’m not blonde.” —Dolly Parton