Debra Clopton > Quotes

“matter of time before you marry, so do it.” Grace screamed with delight and jumped off Alexandra’s lap. Running to Dallas, she threw up her arms, crying, “Auntie!”
― Debra Clopton, Love Inspired January 2014 - Bundle 1 of 2: An Anthology

“relic for the next few months, had pointed out that the path the truck was roaring down was the actual track followed by the stagecoaches in the 1800s. Amazing! To think, she was standing where pioneers had waited, watching their stagecoaches”
― Debra Clopton, Treasure Me, Cowboy

“The right thing to do—the courteous thing to do—was help out the new teacher and offer assistance. Him included. If it had been any other person, he wouldn’t have even hesitated. “Nope,” he heard himself saying. “No plans that can’t wait. Helping Miss Sheridan get settled would be the gentlemanly thing to do, so we’ll do that first and then we’ll go build the fence.”
― Debra Clopton, Unforgettable Cowboy

“Marcus”
― Debra Clopton, Cowboys of Ransom Creek Collection: Books 1-3

“handle. “There’s a saying…not every day is good, but every day has something good in it. Today”
― Debra Clopton, Betting on Hope, Cowboy

“deflating like a stuck balloon. She couldn’t help but watch as they looked into”
― Debra Clopton, Longing for Forever

“He doesn’t steer us wrong if we can hear His voice when He speaks.”
― Debra Clopton, Complete, Me Cowboy

“thoughts, he paused using a”
― Debra Clopton, Treasure Me, Cowboy

“name”
― Debra Clopton, What New Beginnings Are Made Of

“There was only one perfect man and his name was Jesus. You’re human, Wyatt. Always have been, always will be. Humans all make mistakes, so give yourself a break, won’t ya?”
― Debra Clopton, Complete, Me Cowboy

“expected to see a horse”
― Debra Clopton, Complete, Me Cowboy

“never to pray for patience without being prepared for war.”
― Debra Clopton, Dream with Me, Cowboy

“people”
― Debra Clopton, Serenade Me, Cowboy

“before the distinctive sound broke the silence of the blistering Texas afternoon. Turning away from the hundred-year-old stagecoach house, she shielded her eyes against the glare of the June sun. The black pickup sped ominously toward her, dust billowing behind it like a villainous cloak—not at all helping the picture of doom her mind had already conjured up.”
― Debra Clopton, Treasure Me, Cowboy