Fiona Grace > Quotes

“The point is, the way other people perceive you really has nothing to do with you and everything to do with themselves. Some people see the world through very skewed lenses.”
― Fiona Grace, Murder in the Manor

“It was still too early to head into town to get her freshly baked breakfast treats from the patisserie on the main street. She’d have to kill some time. “Kill some time!” Lacey exclaimed aloud, her voice filled with joy. When was the last time she’d had any time to kill? When had she ever even allowed herself the freedom to waste time?”
― Fiona Grace, Murder in the Manor

“home for two decades. And now, her phone was acting up. For the tenth time, she stabbed at the messages icon, only to have her screen flicker and throw her right back to the home screen. No, no, no! As she reached the door to her office, she swiped her access card and waited for the green light. The card scanner beeped twice and then remained red. Frowning, Ariel swiped her card again, only to have the scanner repeat the curious glitch. Then realization dawned on her. It wasn’t a glitch—Jim had already had her security access revoked. After ten minutes of pacing in the hallway and trying, still unsuccessfully,”
― Fiona Grace, Always, With You

“work”
― Fiona Grace, The Tainted Taffy

“dragging Katie with her, half-patting her back as she slid the cardboard box onto the island. In the box, Ariel’s phone dinged with a new message alert. Ariel picked it up as she scooped Katie into a full hug, making soothing shushing noises. She let her daughter cry into her shoulder, waiting it out. Over Katie’s shoulder, Ariel opened the screen for her messages. Maybe it would be Dylan, with some uplifting birthday getaway planned that would help both Ariel and Katie get over this awful day. But it wasn’t. Ariel gaped at the phone screen. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” The text was from Dylan, but it wasn’t anywhere near about mistletoe and ski slopes. It simply said: This just isn’t working out. It seems like we’re going in different”
― Fiona Grace, Always, With You

“Interesting,” Teddy said. “What else?” “And that if I keep cooking the same recipe”
― Fiona Grace, A Killer Cupcake

“She smiled, thinking of the way she’d proudly wear her kid-sized toolbelt, following him around. She had to wonder if he was still out there somewhere, tiling bathrooms himself. If he missed having her as his little helper. He’d always loved his job and the houses he worked on, so much.”
― Fiona Grace, A Villa in Sicily: Olive Oil and Murder

“Water? Coming from out of the wall? How was this possible? “You see? It’s like a miniature river, isn’t it?” Mrs. Finnegan, one of the guests at her historic bed and breakfast in Magnolia Bay, was standing beside her, looking equally bemused. It was her guest who had alerted her to this worrying and potentially expensive problem, and she’d rushed”
― Fiona Grace, The Tainted Taffy

“Sighing, she crouched down so she was face to face”
― Fiona Grace, Murder in the Manor

“She’d seen a nice boutique fashion store at the other end of the high street and had started walking that way when the smell of sugar assaulted her nostrils. She looked over to see a homemade fudge store had just opened its doors. Unable to resist, she went inside. “Want to try a free sample?” the man in a stripy white and pink apron asked. He gestured to a silver tray filled with cubes in different shades of brown. “We’ve got dark chocolate, milk chocolate, white chocolate, caramel, toffee, coffee, fruit medley, and original.” Lacey’s eyes bulged. “Can I try them all?” she asked. “Of course!” The man cut little cubes of each flavor and presented them to Lacey to try. She popped the first one in her mouth and her taste buds exploded. “Amazing,” she said through her mouthful.”
― Fiona Grace, Murder in the Manor

“The point is, the way other people perceive you really has nothing to do with you and everything to do with themselves”
― Fiona Grace, Murder in the Manor

“Are you sure? I’m not going to make you late for your delivery?” “No, no. I’m happy to make him wait for such a beautiful reason.”
― Fiona Grace, A Villa in Sicily: Figs and a Cadaver

“Charlie. He must have called Ariel by mistake. Satisfied that she had everything that was vital, and informing Bruno that she would be sending a moving company for her furniture and other items, Ariel exited the building with as much grace as she could, having to walk out to her car accompanied by the tank-like security guard. At least Bruno had offered to carry her cardboard box. Unexpectedly, once they reached her sedan and Bruno had loaded her belongings into the trunk, he gave her a tight bear hug and said, “Sorry, Ms. H. This ain’t right.” Then he turned and strode away quickly—but not before she saw the misty shine in his eyes. “Thank you, Bruno!” she called after him, and he waved a meaty hand in the air but kept walking. In her car alone, Ariel felt her own eyes finally fill too. She cried all the way home, so upset that she barely noticed the traffic that would normally be the source of her evening stress. When she pulled into the driveway of her sprawling Mediterranean Revival, she made sure to tidy her makeup so that it wasn’t so apparent that she had been crying. She would be strong so that, when she broke the news to Katie, her daughter wouldn’t feel like everything was out of control.”
― Fiona Grace, Always, With You

“A verdade é que a maneira como as outras pessoas percebem você realmente não tem nada a ver com você e tudo a ver com elas mesmas. Algumas pessoas veem o mundo através de lentes muito distorcidas.”
― Fiona Grace, Murder in the Manor

“floating on Cloud 9”
― Fiona Grace, Murder in the Manor

“Not everything has to mean something. Some things can bring joy just by existing. Si?”
― Fiona Grace, A Villa in Sicily: Figs and a Cadaver

“appreciate you stopping by. That’s so kind of you. I didn’t think you were rude at all, though." Miles let out a sigh. "I’ve been looking for a piece of land to build a boat slip, but I’ve had no luck because of the mayor's push for”
― Fiona Grace, Always, With You

“Radio is the Theater of the Mind. Television is the Theater of the Mindless.”
― Fiona Grace, Skeptic in Salem: An Episode of Murder

“author.”
― Fiona Grace, The Tainted Taffy

“notifications and then actually let her into her messages. There was one from a few hours ago from Dylan, asking how her day was going. She felt guilty that she hadn’t seen it before the board meeting, so she fired off a quick text to him. Awful day. Guess who is now unemployed? Please tell me you have something planned for the birthday of your stressed-out girlfriend that will take us far, far away from Miami. I’m thinking somewhere with the last snow of winter, and a storybook downtown, and no frozen food or legal briefs for an entire two weeks. Ariel pictured Dylan in his office, or maybe in the courtroom, his handsome face and dreamy, blue eyes, the”
― Fiona Grace, Always, With You

“Surely it was time she gave herself something? Just one little vacation. A trip down memory lane. A week. A”
― Fiona Grace, Murder in the Manor

“tougher than Jim Chambers. As Jim began to call out profit margins and supply costs, Ariel almost smiled, remembering her first year in Paris, when a mercurial sous chef had thrown a frying pan full of escargots at her. She’d stepped into his position three months later and then head chef three months after that. She wasn’t scared of little ol’ Legacy Jim. Sales had been slipping, sure, but the mismanaging heir apparent was looking for a scapegoat, not a solution. It was completely and utterly unfair that she was apparently the one he was trying to lead to the slaughter. She stood her ground. “This isn’t what your father would have wanted,” she said resolutely. “And it isn’t what I signed up for. There must be a compromise.” Jim’s face began to mottle and then flush fully.”
― Fiona Grace, Always, With You

“grinned from ear to ear,”
― Fiona Grace, Murder in the Manor

“Audrey aveva in mano il telefonino e sospirava contenta mentre riguardava le foto del sito web; ma finalmente guardò fuori dal finestrino”
― Fiona Grace, Una Villa in Sicilia: Omicidio all’olio di oliva

“Lacey twisted her lips in consternation, a gesture she’d inherited from her father, according to her mom. “I need to do something, Naomi. I feel stifled.” She tugged the collar of her turtleneck, which suddenly felt like a noose.”
― Fiona Grace, Murder in the Manor

“The kitchen looked like something from a living museum of the Victorian era. There was a genuine black Arga, brass pots and pans that hung from hooks screwed into the ceiling, and a large square butcher’s block right in the middle. Through the windows, Lacey could make out a large lawn. On the other side of the elegant French doors was a patio, where a rickety table and chair set had been put out. Lacey could just picture herself sitting there, eating freshly baked croissants from the patisserie while drinking organic Peruvian coffee from the independent coffee shop.”
― Fiona Grace, Murder in the Manor

“No-fault. That’s what the divorce papers stated, in black ink and bold text, stark against the white of the paper. No-fault. Lacey sighed as she looked down at the documents.”
― Fiona Grace, Murder in the Manor