R.A. Rooney > Quotes

“For the first time in fifteen years, he felt a mother's love again.”
― R. A. Rooney

“I was so thankful He gave me this chance to enter a painting, for painting was my weakness. If I could do only two things in this world, I would choose to paint. And breathe, but painting came first.”
― R.A. Rooney, The Art of Thankfulness

“If God wants us to be family again, which I think he does, he will bring us all together again, even if it takes a long time!”
― R.A. Rooney, The Man on the Run

“I love being here, Evelyn, don't think that I don't. Yes, I do miss being in New York, but being with a great family for Christmas is the best thing any guy could get. It's been the best year I've had for a quite a long time.”
― R.A. Rooney

“Get up, will you? Come and see all the presents!" Marcus pulled back the blanket in a flash. Ryan grabbed Marcus with his legs and tackled him on the bed.”
― R.A. Rooney, White Christmas

“Smack! A large snowball hit the side of the garage.
Evelyn heaved another one, which curved, hitting Ryan who was just coming out of the house. "Hmm, a little off there," he commented, bending down.
Before she could react, he threw a snowball at her.”
― R.A. Rooney, White Christmas

“I don't know what to do anymore. Release this weight burdening me and get me out of this situation. I can do nothing … anymore. Just set me free.”
― R.A. Rooney, The Man on the Run

“Christmas music in the summer?” I asked.
“Of course.” Aaron turned the sound up, letting the music burst through our ears and out the open windows. The poor people who were walking by gave us strange looks. “Good tidings we bring, to you and your kin! We wish you a Merry Christmas and a haaaaapyyyyyyy neeewwwww yeeaaarrrrr!”
I clapped my hands over my ears. “You need voice lessons!”
― R.A. Rooney, Miss Novelist

“Hints of gingerbread scents were in the air as Chloe opened the Christmas Shop door. Shelly was no less baking in the back and Chloe was determined to help decorate the cookies. Or houses. Whichever.”
― R.A. Rooney, Songs In Our Memories

“Deanna took a deep breath, dried her hands, and opened the oven door. Wonderful brownie aroma filled the air. She glanced at the clock and pulled the pan out, setting it on a cooling rack. “I did it,” she barely whispered. She tenderly cut a piece of crust from the edge and popped it into her mouth, savoring the glorious taste. “I did it!”
― R.A. Rooney, Miss Novelist

“I kicked a fallen pear from the sidewalk and went to find the rake. Leaves covered the lawn and a brisk breeze sent more flying here and there—the orange and brown covering the green.”
― R.A. Rooney, Grasping the Gratefulness