Daisy Prescott > Quotes

“I want her beside me as I take this journey through life. She’s both the path I’d follow anywhere and my destination.”
― Daisy Prescott, Happy Trail

“I see you giving my sweater the stink eye, mister.”
― Daisy Prescott, Ready to Fall

“Keep it in your pants, Day.”
― Daisy Prescott, Ready to Fall

“No, I really do like the way babies smell. It’s like laundry fresh out of the dryer.” “Only the dryer is a vagina.”
― Daisy Prescott, Confessions of a Reformed Tom Cat

“Think good thoughts. Or maybe conjure up your perfect guy, I try to list all of the things I want in a guy. Smart. Funny. Chivalrous. What? Mr. Darcy is hot. Great, now I’m thinking about Colin Firth and he’s like my dad’s age. So wrong.”
― Daisy Prescott, Bewitched

“I need to stop thinking about peeing. I should focus on dry things. 
Like California’s drought, month old Christmas trees, British wit. And my vagina while listening to the world’s most boring date mansplain to me about his fantasy football club.”
― Daisy Prescott, Crazy Over You

“He’s probably used to women throwing themselves at him or curling around his massive frame like a sloth in its favorite tree. 
I’m closer to a sloth than I am a stripper. Give me a cozy pair of fuzzy pajamas or a onesie instead of a thong and deathtrap platform heels any night of the week. If I had to choose a vice, it would be sloth. Not lust.
Unless the lusting is after cake. 
Or Ryan Reynolds. 
Or Ryan Reynolds with cake.”
― Daisy Prescott, Crazy Over You

“Love is what gives our journey meaning. How we travel this winding trail of life and who walks beside us makes all the difference. I want Jay beside me for every step and each new adventure.”
― Daisy Prescott, Happy Trail

“To all the haters who think I’ll never get married and am going to die alone as a cat lady, I say ha! I’ll be the crazy bird woman with binoculars and a camouflage poncho, silently hiding out in reeds or woods. As a stealth ninja, a friend of the beaked and feathered.”
― Daisy Prescott, Happy Trail

“If a bush grows and no one is there to see it, does it really exist?”
― Daisy Prescott, Next to You

“It was my idea that he should go by Stan at work. Stan and Stanley are the least sexiest names. Right up there with Herbert and Ernie.”
― Daisy Prescott, Next to You

“He’s not weird, just not super normal.”
― Daisy Prescott, Bewitched

“You always were a Left Coast girl even when you lived back East,” Selah says from her lounger next to Jo. “You can try to take the girl out of the Pacific Northwest, but you can’t take the… you know…” she fades out with a wave of her hand. “Ryan,”
― Daisy Prescott, Geoducks Are for Lovers

“Me wanting to talk about my feelings is a sign of the apocalypse. Or the reality I’m falling in love with my best friend.”
― Daisy Prescott, Next to You

“Next, she places a palm-size piece of labradorite and smaller points of black tourmaline on top of both books. “For protection.”
― Daisy Prescott, Get Witch Quick

“crunch”
― Daisy Prescott, Next to You

“rude questions or requests”
― Daisy Prescott, Next to You

“Living in the same city, they’d never let more than”
― Daisy Prescott, Geoducks Are for Lovers

“Leaving his bowl on the counter, I settle myself in the corner of the sofa. I flip on the TV but”
― Daisy Prescott, Next to You

“Afancy party on the Fourth of July feels un-American. We should be gathered around a grill or open fire, wearing shorts and tekkies, toasting weenies and drinking beers from cans. A proper South African braai would feel more patriotic. My reflex is to tighten my bun or pull my hair out and redo it. It’s a nervous habit I’ve had”
― Daisy Prescott, Next to You

“The ladies who love it are flattering your ego by lying to your face. You’re an Instagram trend, my friend. A fad. The mullet of our generation.”
― Daisy Prescott, Next to You

“he gets around here. I’m sure being the face of the ski company’s ad campaign helps. Helps get him more”
― Daisy Prescott, Next to You: A Friends to Lovers Small Town Romance

“Stan”
― Daisy Prescott, Next to You

“Impressive cursing, Barnyard.” Motherfucking Easley thinks he’s a riot with that wholly unoriginal nickname for my last name Barnard. “Ek gaan vir jou n poesklap gee.” I threaten”
― Daisy Prescott, Next to You

“Back in the city, I used to imagine the unbroken quiet of the woods. Ha! Most days it’s a cacophony of bird conversations over the chatter of insects and frogs. Cicadas are the loud, drunk girls of the woods. No point in trying to shush them. They’ll only scream louder.”
― Daisy Prescott, Happy Trail

“well”
― Daisy Prescott, Next to You

“through”
― Daisy Prescott, Next to You

“breakfast this morning after she covered my shift last night. At least I was coherent enough in the ER to text the group chat about my shift. She was the”
― Daisy Prescott, Next to You

“what if she wants to hear about my parents? I’m fine talking about my mum. She’s my favorite person on the planet. “My mum will love hearing that an American girl baked for me. She thinks everyone here is on a diet or only eats fast food.” With a shy smile, she pulls a tray out of the oven. “I’m not sure they’re any good.” Small tarts line the tray. The coconut and apricot smell is joined by melted sugary butter. It’s too good to be true. “Am I dreaming?”
― Daisy Prescott, Next to You

“discussion”
― Daisy Prescott, Next to You