Top 300 Sarina Bowen Quotes (2026 Update)
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251. “This is nice,” he says solemnly. I swallow. “Would be nicer if you moved.” “In a minute.” He brings his hand to my face and strokes it gently. “I’m enjoying this. Your cheeks are bright red. So are your tits.” He ducks his head and kisses one breast. “You’re so hot when you’re turned on.” I grasp his ass and dig my fingers into the taut flesh, trying to push him deeper inside, but his body is unyielding. The Great Wall of Blake ain’t moving until he says so.”

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252. “I’m not sure,” I answer. “I’ll look at our game schedule and his game schedule and see if it works out. But I know Wes would be happy to come if his schedule allows it.” All of their faces light up.”

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253. “The sound of his voice fluttered right inside Georgia’s chest. It was the same smoky sweet timbre that used to whisper into her ear while they made love. She hadn’t let herself remember that sound in a long time.”

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254. “The boy could melt granite with that smile.”

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255. “Maybe it’s just that this woman is the answer to a wish I hadn’t known I’d made.”

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256. “Why did the scarecrow get a promotion?” Bingley quips. “He was outstanding in his field .”

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257. “It’s no accident that I’d named my guitar after a boy. He was as close to a boyfriend as I was likely to get.”

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258. “El amor es una amistad prendida fuego. Ahora lo entiendo.”

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259. “You want me to humiliate myself without coffee?” I grumble. “That’s cold.”

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260. “Let me love you tonight.”

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261. “Teenage boys were very useful for farm work, of course. But the men did not like having their grown sons in the house. They took up too much space, for one. But also, it was not fit to have lusty young men share a roof with so many women. Since the girls in Paradise were married off at seventeen or eighteen, that meant that the youngest wives were often the same age as the bachelors.”

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262. “Then he kisses me as if he’s just invented kissing and wants to give me a thorough demonstration of how it’s done. Apparently.”

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263. “Last I saw him, he was sucking on a bottle of whiskey like he was trying to make it come.”

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264. “Any chick but Jess Canning, that is. She’s my problem. And I can hardly even form the words in my mind, they’re so awful. I’m falling for her. But does she notice? No, no and no. My date is too busy fawning over the Irish chump on the stage.”

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265. “In for a penny, in for a pound. My mattress slides off the wooden frame when I give it a tug. I drop it on the floor beside my bed. There’s just enough room left for Jamie to do the same. Standing there staring down at my mattress, I feel exposed in a way I haven’t ever felt before. Jamie and I fool around, but we don’t talk about it. I don’t ask him for anything except orgasms.”

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266. “I, James,” my beautiful brother echoes, “take you, Ryan, to be my friend and husband.” “To be yours in times of plenty and in times of want, in times of sickness and in times of perfect health.” My brother repeats the vow. “In times of joy and inevitable sorrow, in times of failure and in times of glory, I promise to cherish and respect you, to care for and protect you, to comfort and encourage you, and stay by your side, forever.”

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267. “When he finally goes still, I collapse on his sticky chest and growl in his ear. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He clings to me, his big palms pressed to my damp back. We lie that way a long time. I’m just drifting on my own happiness. I lead a big life, and it’s a hell of a ride. But there aren’t many moments like this. I want to bottle it and carry it everywhere I go.”

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268. “Are you going to read it?” I ask. “Or just stand there making me sexually frustrated.”

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269. “We’re like a constellation in the night sky – people associate the stars with one another, but those stars only look like a group. They’re really millions of light years apart.”

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270. “Kissing my way down her hairline, I pause at her ear. “First time I ever saw you, I wanted a kiss,” I whisper, punctuating it with a kiss on her cheekbone. “Now I’m totally spoiled. Forever.”

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271. “Baby, you had me at teammates. Please tell me there won’t be enough chairs and I’ll have to sit on one of their laps.”

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272. “Their complaint is eight pages long, detailing instance after instance of inappropriate, homophobic language. And a few racial slurs, too. I drank a very large glass of scotch after reading it. I had no idea things were so bad.”

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273. “Still have your teeth?’ Benito asked, smiling.”

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274. “I don’t know why I fought you for so long.”

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275. “Wait. What?” I demand. He releases me with a wet pop. “You. Me. We’re a thing, if I do you in my bed.” “Says who?” My words are tough, but I’ve heated up faster than the top-of-the-line stove I spotted in his spiffy kitchen. “Says me. My bed is a temple. It’s reserved for solo spanks. And girlfriends.”

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276. “Wes,” I say softly. “You’d better just get used to it. Blake and I are together for real.” Blake’s expression fills with surprise. Then he gives me a wide Riley smile. “Aw, Jessie. You make me so happy.” He pushes me against the elevator wall and kisses me.”

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277. “Best as I could tell, he was minding a big sterilizer full of jam jars on the stove. He had the tongs in one hand, but mostly he busied himself singing Technotronic’s “Pump Up the Jam,” and dancing around. “You are killing me with that song,” his twin sister Daphne complained. The two of them looked to be high school aged. “This is what I sing when we make jam.”

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278. “Then I ignore the warning. His eyes widen as I shove my fingers through his hair and tug his head closer. “What – ” He doesn’t get to finish that sentence, because I’m smashing my mouth against his.”

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279. “And that’s how Canning and I came to have a big framed photo on our living room wall featuring the entire Toronto team dressed in very loud gingham. I swear the color rendered a little bolder in print than it looks in real life, because this photo is kind of blinding. But Jamie snickers whenever I suggest that.”

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280. “Am I finding somewhere else to sleep tonight?” He sighs. “No, jackass.”

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281. “My face wasn’t the same as I remembered, either. I saw a squarer jaw then I used to have, and my hair was bleached out from the summer’s sunshine. Not half bad, I realized. Standing there, I looked a long time at myself. Which was precisely why there were no mirrors in Paradise.”

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282. “What kind of city doesn’t have a football team? Explain that to me, Wes.” “They do have one,” I point out. “The Argonauts.” Richard narrows his eyes. “Is it an NFL team?” “Well, no, it’s CFL, but – ” “Then they don’t have a team,” he says firmly. I stifle a laugh.”

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283. “I have the same dirty mind as everyone else. And I just want what everyone else has.”

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284. “Don’t worry, beautiful. You’ll get what you need.”

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285. “Even in the midst of a bad decision, I could still live in the moment. And the moment was fine.”

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286. “Oh. That’s cool,” I hear myself say. But it isn’t really. After the wedding, Jess went full-on Amish and shunned me. We were.”

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287. “Funny how I never really appreciated the bible until I got free of the people who’d taught it to me.”

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288. “Why hasn’t anyone ever told me the prostate was some kind of magical pleasure zone? Are there unicorns and orgasm fairies dancing around in there?”

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289. “Apparently all the people who grew pristine organic food were beautiful themselves.”

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290. “We should sleep,” I say although I’m wired. “Or you could tell me about the thing at work.” I groan. “I will, I swear. But does it have to be now? Can’t I stay in my happy place?” He chuckles into the back of my neck. “Wasn’t I just in your happy place?”

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291. “I need to say this. I want you, you understand. All of you. Right now. But you need to know this. Outside of here, I will hold your purse. I’ll get mani-pedis with you. I’ll cry while watching Lifetime movies with you. I will hand over my man card and be your minion everywhere you want, except in the bedroom. In here, I want you to surrender, just a little bit, and let me take the lead.”

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292. “You didn’t tell me he had a headache!” “I didn’t know!” “What kind of nurse are you?” “The kind who plays hockey!”

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293. “Tell me about your boyfriend. He must be pretty special. You’re taking a lot of flak for being with him.”

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294. “Silence fell again, and I thought it might swallow us whole.”

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295. “Because I’d wanted to touch him more than I’d wanted my next breath.”

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296. “But hope is tricky. She sneaks up on you even in unpredictable locations.”

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297. “Marriage under law is a union of equals,” she.”

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298. “This is how it feels to get just what you need when you didn’t even know you needed it.”

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299. “I am not a snob, because I know opulence doesn’t stamp out ignorance and unhappiness.”

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300. “And when he turned around, it was as if the sun had come out after a rainy day.”

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