Top 160 Sally Thorne Quotes (2025 Update)
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101. “Mom’s kind of loving it. She calls them all Mr. Tuxedo.”

— Sally Thorne

102. “No one else is kissing you anymore,” he tells me in a conversational hush, not breaking our contact. “Your mouth is mine.”

— Sally Thorne

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

— Sally Thorne

104. “I bring homemade cakes to my meetings with the division heads and they all adore me. I’m described as “worth my weight in gold.” Joshua brings bad news to his divisional meetings and his weight is measured in other substances.”

— Sally Thorne

105. “Yes, Dr. Templeman? Care to share?” My audacity is breathtaking.”

— Sally Thorne

106. “I can’t seem to stop. It’s like I’m purging something.”

— Sally Thorne

107. “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

108. “Neither Josh nor his father are easy men. Some men are a delight. Patrick, for example. Reasonable, calm, ready with a smile. Josh has a nickname for him, too. Mr. Nice Guy. It’s true. He is. It takes a strong woman to love someone like Josh, and I think it’s you. Patrick’s an open book. Josh is a safety-deposit box. But he’s worth it.”

— Sally Thorne

109. “I’m so scared. It’s all going to end soon, one way or another. I’m hanging on by my fingernails. I have no idea if their investment in me will ever pay off. And I’m so lonely sometimes I could cry. I lost my best friend. I spend all my time with a huge frightening man who wants to kill me, and he’s probably my only friend now, even though he doesn’t want to be. And it breaks my heart.”

— Sally Thorne

110. “The trick is to find someone who’s strong enough to take it. That one person who can give it back as good as they get.”

— Sally Thorne

111. “The plight of the little humans. There is no dignity for us in this oversize world.”

— Sally Thorne

112. “There’s a full-length mirror, and I see myself, at long last sitting on the bed in his robin’s-egg bedroom. His walls are the blue of my eyes.”

— Sally Thorne

113. “Never again tell me what I think. Never again attempt to convince me of what you think is true.”

— Sally Thorne

114. “Gamins resented the notion of books as units. Books were, and always would be, something a little magic and something to respect.”

— Sally Thorne

115. “Hating someone feels disturbingly similar to being in love with them.”

— Sally Thorne

116. “I’m missing out on a pale yellow shirt today. It’s the color of nursery walls when the unborn baby’s gender is a surprise. It’s the color of my cowardly soul.”

— Sally Thorne

117. “You’re the thousand-dollar dress on the rack in this thrift store and I can’t believe no one’s picked you up yet.”

— Sally Thorne

118. “Have you thought about this very hard?” I shrug. Only obsessively, to the point where I couldn’t sleep.”

— Sally Thorne

119. “Show me what you know. Teach me what I don’t.”

— Sally Thorne

120. “I tug him down to lie on me properly. “I’m pretty heavy. I’ll flatten you.” “I’ve had a good life.”

— Sally Thorne

121. “Brown-eyed sublime being. She of soft, deep cardigan pockets. Bubble-bath taker. Pool jumper. Cheese provider. Sunset glower. Heaven sent.”

— Sally Thorne

122. “I don’t want to imagine. I want to know.”

— Sally Thorne

123. “He lets out a deep breath and pushes the emergency stop button and we judder to a halt.”

— Sally Thorne

124. “Making Tom proud? It’s like snorting a rainbow.”

— Sally Thorne

125. “How somebody can’t recognize their own eyes, I’ll never know.”

— Sally Thorne

126. “Joshua is glaring at me with angry eyebrows. I use my brainwaves to transmit an insult to him, which he receives and pulls himself up straight.”

— Sally Thorne

127. “I think my underwear is curling off me like burning paper.”

— Sally Thorne

128. “I try to not notice that our elbows are touching a little. Elbows are not erogenous. At least, I didn’t think they were. “Who’d.”

— Sally Thorne

129. “I’m going out stalking.”

— Sally Thorne

130. “I wish he was my friend.”

— Sally Thorne

131. “I hear a husky, soft laugh, nothing like Mr. Bexley’s donkey bray.”

— Sally Thorne

132. “But she never challenged Josh. You have since the first day you met him. You make him angry. You’ve never been scared of him. You’ve taken the time to try to understand him, just to get the upper hand in your little office skirmishes. You notice him.”

— Sally Thorne

133. “She’s little and cute. No one hates little cute people.”

— Sally Thorne

134. “I’m probably not good at a lot of things, but I will try to be.”

— Sally Thorne

135. “No you don’t,” he tells me. He walks into the building lobby with me under his arm like a rolled-up newspaper. He even checks his mailbox.”

— Sally Thorne

136. “Take the hoodie off. Please. I’ll only look with my eyes.” He.”

— Sally Thorne

137. “He’s just reading what’s printed on my Underswears.”

— Sally Thorne

138. “When he puts one hand on my jaw and tilts my head back, I wait for the squeeze to start. At any moment, his warm palm will snap tight and I’ll begin to die. Nose to nose. Breath against breath. One of his fingertips is behind my earlobe and I shiver when it slides. “Shortcake.” The sweet little word dissolves and I swallow. “I’m not going to kill you. You’re so dramatic.” Then he presses his mouth lightly against mine.”

— Sally Thorne

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

— Sally Thorne

140. “When you eventually leave, please do it really gently, okay?”

— Sally Thorne

141. “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

142. “When he kisses my pulse, I know he is thinking about all of my tiny inner miracles and the first tear wells up in my eye.”

— Sally Thorne

143. “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

144. “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

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

— Sally Thorne

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

— Sally Thorne

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

— Sally Thorne

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

— Sally Thorne

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

— Sally Thorne

150. “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