#brooke

Presentation was the name of the Catholic church [my mother's family] attended, and this is what I love about the Irish: My mother became known as the second prettiest girl at Presentation parish. “Why was that okay?” I once asked her. “Oh, because everybody knew Mary Griffin was the most beautiful girl at Presentation,” she replied. My mom was happy to be on the D-list! Just like I’m not trying to be Brooke Shields, she wasn’t trying to be Mary Griffin. ↗

— Kathy Griffin

#catholicism #humor #parents-and-children #beauty

Dear Philip, I don't imagine you will ever read this. If you do, it is bacause something dreadful has happened to me. I find myself in the hands of a dangerous man. I am determined to fight him but before I do, my heart demands that I write this note to tell you that I love you. I am sending my heart to you in this letter so it will be kept safe from whatever may happen to me tonight. I don't know if you want it or not, but it has always been yours. With all my love, Marianne ↗

— Julianne Donaldson

#regency-romance #imagination

Laney, I love you. I've found everything I've ever needed and wanted with you. I'm nothing without you.- Oliver ↗

— Joann I. Martin Sowles

#laney #oliver #vampire #love

He had destroyed and shattered my love only to conquer it again. ↗

— J.C. Reed

#love

They built these little tanning booths for Brooke and I to do nothing but lay down and tan all over. ↗

— Christopher Atkins

#brooke #built #down #i #lay

Brooke might tell a different story, but I've always loved the water. ↗

— Christopher Atkins

#brooke #different #i #loved #might

Brooke was special in the sense that we grew up together on that island. ↗

— Christopher Atkins

#grew #island #sense #special #together

I'm named after a horse. My mom's best friend had a horse named Brooke, so my dad suggested 'Brooklyn' as a more formal version, and it just stuck - and now I live in Brooklyn part-time, so go figure. ↗

— Brooklyn Decker

#best #best friend #brooke #brooklyn #dad

Brooke stared in surprise. “You brought me lunch?” “I was in the neighborhood.” She checked out the label on the bag. “DMK is twenty minutes from here.” “I was in that neighborhood, and now I’m here,” he said in exasperation. “Seriously, woman, you are impossible to feed.” He strode over and set the bag on her desk. “One cheeseburger with spicy chipotle ketchup and a side of sweet potato fries—chosen specifically for a certain spicy and sweet girl I know—and a green dill pickle for your eyes. So there.” He crossed his arms over his chest. Brooke studied him. “You seem very ornery right now.” “As a matter of fact, I am.” “Why?” “I don’t know,” he huffed. “Just . . . eat your Brooke Burger. Stop asking so many questions. Sometimes a guy just wants to buy a girl lunch. Any objections to that? Good. Enjoy your Sunday, Ms. Parker.” He strode out of her office, gone as quickly as he’d appeared. Brooke stared at the doorway and blinked. ↗

— Julie James

#cade #cute #funny #love #love

Brooke?” I puff out a sigh. “For chrissake, Reid, who do you think it is? And haven’t you put me into your contacts yet?” “Yeah... It just says Satan, though, and I forgot I’d assigned that title to you. ↗

— Tammara Webber

#reid #reid-alexander #satan