A.M. Willard Quotes

#1. Limp as a ragdoll on the floor, time stands still. All I can think is that he's gone; my husband or soon-to-be ex-husband. There was so much more that still needed to be said. Now, I won't ever have that peace or that chance.

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#2. Today I realize that I'm not marrying the one I thought loved me, I'm just Morgan Lewis, the owner of a bakery, a tiny apartment in downtown Atlanta, and a 2012 Camry. Nothing special, just another person walking through town to start her day.

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#3. I can't give you what you need right now, but I will promise you that one day I'll give you not only my heart, but my soul. I never want to see the sadness in your eyes, as I do right this moment. Let that fire shine, and one day soon I hope you take a chance on me again.

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#4. Only time will tell, as our memories fade into a past that isn't meant to be a part of the future. Eventually, we have to find a way to let them go, to move forward and accept what's to come.

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#5. You are you because you love the way the world looks through your camera. You are you because of the way you love your friends and family. Not because some scar is on your body. That's a part of your history and what helps form what you believe in. not what defines you.

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#6. When art calls, you have to follow it. It doesn't happen often, so take the opportunity when it strikes. In all reality, what I do is art. I do create fabulous pieces of decorative baked goods.

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#7. Ten years of misery, regrets, and torture.
I refuse to allow another year to pass by.
It's time to reclaim my life and fight for what I want.

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#8. You make it sound so simple."
"It is, for the most part. Love is complicated, it can be downright ugly, but with the two of you it can be nothing but beautiful in the end.

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#9. He's as beautiful as his voice sounds. Blonde shaggy curls with short sides. Scruff; oh dear leprechaun I'm a sucker for scruff on a man.

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#10. I don't know if I can trust again. How do I make my heart and mind work together? My heart wants to leap while my brain is saying run for my life.

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#11. Where's my prince charming?
Who's going to rescue me when I need to be protected?

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#12. Write your dreams down, toss them into the sea, and make a wish, Isabel. Life is too short to live with regrets, own today as if it was your last.

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#13. Oh sweetie, you won't die an old maid. Maybe an old baker, but not a maid.

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#14. I want to worship you, like you deserve to be worshiped, Angela. Looking at you like this, makes my chest hurt. You have no idea how gorgeous you really are.

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#15. Each arm is intertwined into a story, the story of my life.
The disappointments that I had.
The life lessons learned.
And the pure soul wrenching love that I only dream to find one day.

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#16. No, that I love you. I love you, Isabel Marie Nichols, and I have since the first day I watched your golden blonde hair dance in the sunlight. That day, you became mine.

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#17. It's Angela. I know we shouldn't continue this but I miss that connection that we have . I want you and only you, but I know I have to let you go. I get it was all a game for you. Guess this is goodbye.

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#18. That's because those pages got torn to shreds when you left, now you both are in different chapters. He wants you - like always, and you want the hot guy down the street. Typical Frankie and Brody style. You guys dance one wild tango, if you ask me.

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#19. In the end, everything happens for a reason. Paths are meant to be crossed for a higher purpose than what we realize at the moment. Life for everyone goes on. This is just a fork in the road that has taken me for a slight detour. Tomorrow I'll pick up a new map and set my sights on a new direction.

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#20. She's a pistol that if you don't learn how to point and shoot properly. The back fire could be hazardous to your health or life.

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