Top 160 Sally Thorne Quotes (2026 Update)
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51. “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

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

— Sally Thorne

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

— Sally Thorne

54. “Since the moment I saw you. Since the moment you smiled at me, I felt like I was falling backward off a cliff. The feeling has never stopped. I’ve been trying to drag you down with me. In the worst, most ill-conceived and socially stunted way possible.”

— Sally Thorne

55. “I want you for more than your body. I want you for your Matchbox cars. – Shortcake.”

— Sally Thorne

56. “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

57. “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

58. “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

59. “Happiness. A better life. Red lipstick and those sunglasses. The.”

— 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. “He smells like birthday-candle wishes.”

— Sally Thorne

62. “Little runts like me usually come across as cute rather than powerful, so I’m pulling out all the stops.”

— Sally Thorne

63. “Watching you pretend to hate the nickname is the best part of my day.”

— Sally Thorne

64. “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

65. “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

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

— Sally Thorne

67. “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

68. “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

69. “Why do I require you? What a weird question. I always require you.”

— Sally Thorne

70. “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

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

— Sally Thorne

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

— Sally Thorne

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

— Sally Thorne

74. “I compose a reply. It is an emoticon of a smiling poo. It sums everything up.”

— Sally Thorne

75. “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

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

— Sally Thorne

77. “Here’s a fact. Hating someone is exhausting.”

— Sally Thorne

78. “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

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

— Sally Thorne

80. “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

81. “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

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

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

— Sally Thorne

85. “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

86. “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

87. “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

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

— Sally Thorne

89. “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

90. “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

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

— Sally Thorne

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

— Sally Thorne

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

— Sally Thorne

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

— Sally Thorne

95. “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

96. “I am indeed Dr. Templeman. One of them, anyway.” The amusement fades from his face and he coughs and begins to turn away. I catch his sleeve to try to see how much of Josh is in his features. He stills obediently, but his eyes flick to Josh, who is tense as a brick wall behind me. “Sorry, yes. Josh is better looking.” There’s a pause before both brothers laugh. Patrick isn’t remotely offended and Josh’s arm relaxes.”

— Sally Thorne

97. “When you get so little of someone, you take what you can get.”

— Sally Thorne

98. “The vintage St. Patty’s Day T-shirt he’s wearing, probably out of politeness, is stretched wafer thin, trying to cope. If it were a person, it would be an exhausted wraith, gasping, Please, help me. It fits like a dream.”

— Sally Thorne

99. “Patty is a shiny shorthaired black and tan Chihuahua, with a big apple dome head. She’s got a judgmental narrowing to her eyes. I don’t take it personally anymore, but sheesh, this dog looks at you like you’re a steaming turd. It’s just her face. She remembers me. What an honor to be stamped permanently in her tiny walnut brain. I pick her up and kiss her cheeks.”

— Sally Thorne

100. “Don’t seduce Ruthie if I don’t plan on sticking around, because she’s a tender treasure that must be protected at all costs.”

— Sally Thorne