Top 120 Karen Witemeyer Quotes (2024 Update)
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51. “You didn’t have to say it. It’s written all over your face. You think more of that oversized iron-bender than you do of me.”

— Karen Witemeyer

52. “I’d hate to be putting a bullet in a lawman, so I’d appreciate ye lowerin’ yer weapon, sir.”

— Karen Witemeyer

53. “Evangeline mashed the potatoes with excessive force. She could work out her frustration over Logan’s obstinance and produce silky smooth potatoes at the same time. Benefits all around.”

— Karen Witemeyer

54. “Have you forgiven yourself?” The quiet question slipped between his ribs to stagger his breath. “Abby squeezed his hand. “That’s the hardest part, I’ve found.” A thickness crept up Zach’s throat. “How do you manage it?” “Little by little. I take comfort in the scriptures that talk about how God removes our transgressions from us as far as the east is from the west, how He will remember our sins no more, how He urges us to cast our cares on Him.”

— Karen Witemeyer

55. “Mollie blushed as Mr. Walters released his hold on Jacob in order to embrace her in an enthusiastic hug. Jacob frowned at the sight of another man’s arms around his woman, but it was only right that she receive credit for the part she’d played. His woman. Had he really just labeled her as such? It seemed odd yet so very, very right. What also felt very, very right was getting Trent Walters’s arms away from Mollie.”

— Karen Witemeyer

56. “Dan bit back a growl. No smooth-talking, barely-shaving stripling was going to charm her away. She needed a mature man, one with the skills and experience to protect her, provide for her. Hands balled into fists, Dan inhaled through his nose in an effort to stem the rising tide of jealousy that nearly had him shouting at her again. Maybe he shouldn’t be in such a hurry to send her back to Richland. Where younger men named Clarence waited in the wings.”

— Karen Witemeyer

57. “It wasn’t right for the villain in Logan’s story to be the hero in hers.”

— Karen Witemeyer

58. “He had six days to solve Nicole’s mysteries and claim her heart. He’d not waste a single minute.”

— Karen Witemeyer

59. “You might of put Travis from your mind, but I still think he claims a piece of your heart.”

— Karen Witemeyer

60. “You can’t redeem your failures. None of us can. Only the Redeemer has that power, and he’s already wielding it on your behalf. He’s bringing good out of that tragedy, good that we are only beginning to see.”

— Karen Witemeyer

61. “Call me Levi.” Duncan nodded. “Levi, then. ‘Tis a fine name to be carrying.” Levi shook his head and chuckled softly. “Keep your flattery for the women, Duncan.” “Why do ye think I’m practicin’?” Duncan winked at him. “I got me a bonny lass to impress. She’s a shy one, but I’m determined to coax her out of hiding.” He wiggled his eyebrows and lifted his knees in a high-stepping jig as he danced his way through the doors, leaving Levi with a hearty dose of laughter rumbling in his chest.”

— Karen Witemeyer

62. “I had a long talk with my husband last night. And he made me realize that I have to choose which voices to believe. I can believe the ones that tell me I’m not good enough or brave enough or pretty enough and let them skew my perception of events, or I can push aside that clamor and seek out the voice that tells me I am fearfully and wonderfully made.”

— Karen Witemeyer

63. “Nicole tightened her grip on the satchel she carried. I need help, Lord, her spirit pled. You led Abraham’s servant to Rebekah when he searched for a wife for Isaac, and I ask that you do the same for me. Lead me to the right man, and help me to recognize him when I find him.”

— Karen Witemeyer

64. “Well, she was no stranger to loss, to hurt feelings, to prejudice. But she’d decided long ago not to let pain dictate her life.”

— Karen Witemeyer

65. “The best way to take our minds off our own troubles is to help someone else with theirs.”

— Karen Witemeyer

66. “He twisted his head to the side, grimacing only slightly. Then he smiled at her. The dimple in his cheek nearly undid all her hardearned control.”

— Karen Witemeyer

67. “A shell, no matter how fortified was not impenetrable. Pain always found a way inside. The only way to truly overcome was to dissolve the darkness with light.”

— Karen Witemeyer

68. “Helping a woman make biscuits should not make a fellow this happy. But when the woman was the fellow’s wife, and she smiled at him as if he were the noblest hero of her acquaintance – well, it couldn’t be helped.”

— Karen Witemeyer

69. “Who knew making a gal smile could leave a man feeling so accomplished?”

— Karen Witemeyer

70. “One who will offer you his coat when you’re cold or cut you a bloom from his favorite rosebush just because he was thinkin’ about ya while he worked. One who’ll take your sass in good humor and sass you back when ya need it.”

— Karen Witemeyer

71. “A man protected his woman, after all. And Lord willing, one day Eden would be his.”

— Karen Witemeyer

72. “Joanna’s quietly intent nature contrasted sharply with Holly’s vibrancy. While Miss Brewster’s flirtation stroked his ego, the spiritual maturity Miss Robbin’s exhibited commanded his admiration and respect.”

— Karen Witemeyer

73. “It’s not just anyone,” Lily insisted. “It’s Dead-Eye Dan! I know it is.”

— Karen Witemeyer

74. “Forgive yourself for the child you were unable to save, Darius, and praise God for the many who are alive today because of your actions.”

— Karen Witemeyer

75. “Was that love? If so, he couldn’t fathom why poets waxed on about it being such a blissful state. As far as he could tell, it was about as blissful as riding an unbroke horse, a bone-rattling endeavor where one held on for dear life, unable to recognize if he was making progress until either the horse quit buckin’ or the ground smacked him in the face.”

— Karen Witemeyer

76. “He could fit what he knew about women in a bullet casing and still have room for the gunpowder.”

— Karen Witemeyer

77. “How often had he wanted to believe that he was created for some higher purpose?”

— Karen Witemeyer

78. “Unless he’d missed is guess, Miss Joanna Robbins possessed the soul of a missionary. How that had come to be when she’d been raised by an outlaw and his gang, Crockett couldn’t fathom. Yet he sensed her passion. Respected it. He’d not belittle her dream.”

— Karen Witemeyer

79. “Loving this woman was either going to kill him or make his life richer than he’d ever imagined.”

— Karen Witemeyer

80. “A man who made her feel stronger just by holding his hand.”

— Karen Witemeyer

81. “He hated the their first kiss was up for public consumption, but if she expected him to give her a polite buss on the cheek, she was fixin’ to be disappointed. He wanted no doubt in anyone’s mind, especially his new wife’s, that this marriage was real.”

— Karen Witemeyer

82. “She, better than anyone, knew that a soul’s sore spots didn’t really disappear. They could be buried, defended, and denied, but until they were loved, they wreaked havoc with a person’s peace.”

— Karen Witemeyer

83. “A child of his heart, not of his blood.”

— Karen Witemeyer

84. “Anyone who could disappear with three kids and leave no trace is a force to be reckoned with. I respected your mind from the beginning, but over the last few days, I’ve come to respect your heart as well.”

— Karen Witemeyer

85. “Eva, on the other hand, forfeited her edge without hesitation. Despite her ingrained insecurity about her eyes and a history of outsiders devaluing her because of them, she openly professed her brokenness and offered it as a gift to strangers.”

— Karen Witemeyer

86. “A man did what was right even when the odds were stacked against him.”

— Karen Witemeyer

87. “Why was it that thoughts and plans always made more sense when confined to one’s mind than when they exited one’s mouth?”

— Karen Witemeyer

88. “Love stayed. Even when things became messy and unpleasant, love stayed.”

— Karen Witemeyer

89. “Who would have thought a fine lady like Eden Spencer would ever look twice at a coarse ironmonger like him? Yet even now with his face a patchwork of green, yellow, and deep purple, her beautiful mossy eyes glowed with an inner light that exuded love. For him. A convicted felon. A man with neither wealth nor reputation. A man who couldn’t even properly enunciate her entire name. A man who returned her love a hundredfold.”

— Karen Witemeyer

90. “Hang in there, Mollie.” Jacob’s voice rumbled just beneath her ear. She tried to pick out his words as the darkness rose to claim her. “I’ll patch you up, I swear it. Don’t leave me, sweetheart. Please. I love you too much to lose you.”

— Karen Witemeyer

91. “He gently covered her hand with his, wishing he could feel her soft skin through the rough leather of his work gloves. He dragged her fingers down from his mouth and cradled them against his chest. His gaze never left her face. Her breath caught in her throat, but she didn’t look away. Fingers splayed, her palm pressed against the thin cotton of his shirt, directly over his heart. In that moment, he knew she belonged to him.”

— Karen Witemeyer

92. “No matter how many precautions we take, none of us are truly in control. Only God can claim that kind of authority. All we can do is use the good sense he provides and trust him to guide us.” Meredith stroked his arm from shoulder to wrist, then lightly clasped his hand. “If you want to protect me, Travis, prayer is just as powerful a weapon as that gun you carry.” Travis blinked, stunned by the simplicity of that statement.”

— Karen Witemeyer

93. “Only a master weaver could intertwine dark and light threads in such a way that all one saw was beauty when looking back at the finished tapestry.”

— Karen Witemeyer

94. “Dear God, I don’t want my fear to be a barrier to the blessings you are trying to bestow. Cast out my fear, and help me to trust your perfect love. But also grant me a full measure of wisdom. Do not let me be led astray by my own desires. If it is not your will that I pursue a relationship with Levi, I pray that you will stop me. Make your message so clear that I cannot argue it away. Protect me, Lord, and show me the way I should go.”

— Karen Witemeyer

95. “She’d bet in his childhood he was one of those boys who pestered his brothers to the precise point where they would retaliate so that he could escape punishment while they received a scolding for beating on him. He probably had a full arsenal of crocodile tears to go along with those devastating dimples.”

— Karen Witemeyer

96. “Mrs. Wellborn smiled and patted Nicole’s shoulder. “Love would be boring if it were simple, dearie.”

— Karen Witemeyer

97. “Your place is with me now, Addie. I want you here. Move whatever you like. Wear whatever you like. All I care about is having you by my side.”

— Karen Witemeyer

98. “The problem with memorizing scripture was that it rose up to prod her conscience at the most inconvenient times. Nothing like having Jesus call her a hypocrite to slap down her indignation over Logan’s infractions.”

— Karen Witemeyer

99. “Abigail’s pulse hiccuped as Zach lowered his face towards hers, and when their lips touched – mercy, but her knees nearly buckled. He was kissing her. Honest-to-goodness kissing, As if he meant it. As if this marriage were something more than a business arrangement. As if he actually had feelings for her.”

— Karen Witemeyer

100. “He was no good at making pretty words. The more he opened his mouth, the greater his chances of mucking things up.”

— Karen Witemeyer