Top 160 Sally Thorne Quotes (2024 Update)
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51. “I want you for more than your body. I want you for your Matchbox cars. – Shortcake.”

— Sally Thorne

52. “If you knew the kind of little miracles happening every moment you breathe in, you wouldn’t be able to handle it. A valve could close and not open; an artery could split, you could die. At any moment. It’s nothing but miracles inside your tiny city.”

— Sally Thorne

53. “He sits in silence, and his eyes are definitely not the man I know. They’re wistful, lonely, and so beautiful I have to close mine. “I.”

— Sally Thorne

54. “Where are you actually going?” My voice rings down the empty street. “I just told you. I’m going out stalking.” “What, on foot?” I come closer by another six paces. “You were going to walk?” “I was going to run down the middle of the street like the Terminator.”

— Sally Thorne

55. “Let me deal with him. If he turns up dead in the river you’ll know to keep your mouth shut and provide me an alibi.”

— Sally Thorne

56. “I’m starting to notice that he always checks to see if I laugh at his jokes.”

— Sally Thorne

57. “But here, it’s only us. Our lips find a rhythm; the gentle upswing of a pendulum, dropping away to the lightest curve, again and again, until there’s nothing left for me in this world but his body, mine, and the water spilling over us, destined to refill a cloud. He.”

— Sally Thorne

58. “I wanted you here because I always want you with me.”

— Sally Thorne

59. “That important, impossible thing that you have nearly given up on ninety-nine times? Finish it. Whether it’s a success or a failure, no one can take your The End prize away from you. Finishing is the most important thing there is. It’s proof of how hard you tried.”

— Sally Thorne

60. “Shortcake.” I ignore him. “Shortcake.” “I do not know anyone by that name.” “Play with me for a minute,” he says it softly, right in my ear. I turn my face to his and try to regulate my breathing. “HR,” I manage. His face is so close to mine I can taste his breath, hot mint sweetness. I can see the tiny stripes in his irises, tiny unexpected sparks of yellow and green. There are so many blues I think of galaxies. Little stars.”

— Sally Thorne

61. “In my room, I scrub my eyes with makeup wipes and change into leggings and old band T-shirt. I’ll let my teeth decay tonight.”

— Sally Thorne

62. “His smile is worth a thousand of anyone else’s.”

— Sally Thorne

63. “I’ll always remember the drive home as a movie montage, and I knew I was in one. Each detail was vividly bright. I knew I’d need the memories one day.”

— Sally Thorne

64. “Maybe he’ll murder me down there. I’ll end up dead in a Dumpster. The investigators will see my fishnets and heavy eye makeup and assume I’m a hooker. They’ll follow all the wrong leads. Meanwhile, Joshua will be calmly bleaching all my DNA off his shoes and making himself a sandwich.”

— Sally Thorne

65. “I don’t tell people things in time. I say things in the wrong order, or assume that people will know.”

— Sally Thorne

66. “I haven’t seen you today. I’ve been feeling mixed up and desperately sad, and for some reason seeing you might help the weird pain in my chest. I don’t have friends. Except for you. Except you’re not.”

— Sally Thorne

67. “I’m not bored. Can’t we stay here, and I’ll find something in the minibar to smear all over you?”

— Sally Thorne

68. “You’ve broken me down so completely, I can’t even handle it when a guy tells me I’m beautiful.”

— Sally Thorne

69. “His scent is intensified in here perfectly, baked by summer, preserved by snow, sealed and pressurized inside glass and metal. I inhale like a professional perfumer. Top notes of mint, bitter coffee, and cotton. Mid notes of black pepper and pine. Base notes of leather and cedar. Luxurious as cashmere. If this is what his car smells like, imagine his bed. Good idea. Imagine his bed. He.”

— Sally Thorne

70. “I can’t slow down with you,” he argues. “You make me want to speed up everything.”

— Sally Thorne

71. “This is the best game I’ve ever played in my entire life.”

— Sally Thorne

72. “TODAY IS A magnificent black T-shirt day. Write today in your diaries. Tell your grandchildren stories about it. I tear my eyes away, but they slide back moments later. Underneath that T-shirt is a body that could fog an elderly librarian’s glasses. I think my underwear is curling off me like burning paper.”

— Sally Thorne

73. “Both love and hate are mirror versions of the same game – and you have to win. Why? Your heart and your ego. Trust me, I should know.”

— Sally Thorne

74. “I want to know what’s going on in your brain. I want to juice your head like a lemon.”

— Sally Thorne

75. “He sees a freckle on my collarbone and loses composure.”

— Sally Thorne

76. “I can never decide if Tom’s hair is the color of caramel fudge or chocolate. Either way, yum. The texture is like a romance novel that’s fallen into the bath, then dried: vaguely sexual crinkle waves with the occasional curled edge and dog-ear. I want to jam my hand in it and make a gentle fist.”

— Sally Thorne

77. “It’s not too late to create a routine. Self-care as an adult is really important.”

— Sally Thorne

78. “The art of holding hands is underrated and it’s embarrassing how much this simple act has me nearly breathless. The pads of each of his fingertips reach across the backs of my hands to my wrist. Large.”

— Sally Thorne

79. “The look of shocked surprise on his face is magnificent. I want to commission a portrait artist to capture it in oils, so I can pass it down to future generations. It. Is. Priceless.”

— Sally Thorne

80. “I need an extension on the monthly report. I think I’m getting a migraine. I can’t look at this screen any longer.” She’s one of those horrific people who pronounces it me-graine.”

— Sally Thorne

81. “Yum, this looks good.” I can smell fresh basil. How is he still single? We.”

— Sally Thorne

82. “Walking together, matching our footfalls, we exit the lobby like two television district attorneys gunning for justice.”

— Sally Thorne

83. “I notice my Post-it note with the kiss on it stuck to the fridge and point at it.”

— Sally Thorne

84. “Both love and hate are mirror versions of the same game – and you have to win.”

— Sally Thorne

85. “Maybe it was because of how alive i felt. So completely young and filled to bursting with the scary, thrilling certainty my life was about to change in a big way.”

— Sally Thorne

86. “You think you’re done with me? Because I’m not done with you.”

— Sally Thorne

87. “I love the energy we create between us when we banter like this. It’s the most intense sensation of pleasure, knowing he’ll always have the perfect response ready. I’ve never known anyone like him; as addictive to talk to as he is to kiss. “Truth.”

— Sally Thorne

88. “Are you sure about that?” He looks down to watch my hand spread out over his stomach. I push at the hard flesh. It doesn’t remotely give. “Are you wearing a bullet-proof vest?” “I’ve got to in this office.”

— Sally Thorne

89. “The sheets are all rumpled and twisted, and on the side where a man should be is strewn with books.”

— Sally Thorne

90. “All I know is, nothing in life feels that bad when I’m eating carbs and fat. Everything will work out, because of cheese.”

— Sally Thorne

91. “That’s because pizza is a precious natural resource. It can heal tiredness, bad mood, falling morale, and a fading will to live. Pizza realigns the heart chakras.”

— Sally Thorne

92. “Unpack the equipment,” Tom says in a bass tone I’ve never heard in my life. It’s the kind of voice that should be saying, On your knees. My joints loosen and my body replies, Okay.”

— Sally Thorne

93. “When I say mingling, I mean me carrying Joshua through a succession of social encounters with distant relatives.”

— Sally Thorne

94. “He fills a glass and I press my ear to his neck to listen to him swallow.”

— Sally Thorne

95. “Josh thought you were lying about your date because he can’t imagine you with anyone but himself.”

— Sally Thorne

96. “No matter how I look, it never seems to faze him. He always looks at me exactly the same way.”

— Sally Thorne

97. “What are you imagining? Your expression is filthy.”

— Sally Thorne

98. “It’ll be hard to invent something the Japanese haven’t thought of.” He considers for a moment. “Like those little mops babies can wear on their hands and feet?” “Yes. Have you seen those pillows shaped like a husband’s shoulder for lonely women to sleep on?” His.”

— Sally Thorne

99. “We are not normal.”

— Sally Thorne

100. “He’s not a doctor. Deal with it.”

— Sally Thorne