Dolly Parton Quotes Novels & Stories

“Nice to meet you, Dolly. You’re really beautiful.” Dolly grinned as we shook hands. “Thank you! You’re really—” She paused, her expression shifting slightly as she sniffed the air, though it was so subtle I almost missed it. Her smile faltered for a brief second. “Uh… are you okay?” I asked, noticing the way she suddenly seemed distant. She blinked, shaking her head slightly. “Yeah, of course. Sorry about that. I zoned out for a second. Happens sometimes. What I was going to say is—you’re really beautiful too, Prisca.”

"Surprise! I am on leave for two days, which I had planned for since Friday.” "Oh...I love you babe, I thought you forget this day!" "How will I ever forget our anniversary" "That's why I love you" "And I love you too, Babe" Was that a wonderful moment for me? I'm now asking myself this...sigh. "What’s with the silence?" When Dolly asked me again, I was brought back to reality... "Oh, well I kind of thinking about that, I guess I do have though it seems to be a lot to enumerate hahaha"

Storms make trees take deeper roots. —Dolly Parton Ah, fuck, she didn’t. Except, yes. Yes, she did. She’d just said the only thing on the planet to turn me off. I froze just as she covered me completely. Half a second later, she froze too, her hand still wrapped around my cock. Then she lifted her face to gauge my reaction, her eyes huge and lips parted in shock. We just stared at each for, like, the longest second in eternity. And then she finally began to shake her head rapidly back and forth, denying what she’d just said.

I expressed, the idea of a new beginning with Dylan igniting a spark of joy within me. Dylan's response took a playful turn as he remarked, "What am I getting horny with that statement from you." Chuckling at his unexpected reaction, I retorted with a playful tone, "You ought to, because I am wonderful. It wouldn't be right if you didn't get goosebumps when I talk to you, right?" Dylan's laughter filled the air, a sound that warmed my heart. "It really won't, babe," he responded, the lightness of the moment wrapping around us like a comforting embrace, a glimpse of the happiness that awaited us in the days to come.

And tonight, Raelynn Grace felt like hers were hanging on by a thread. She sat curled in the passenger seat of her old pickup, guitar case beside her, fingers frozen on the wheel. Across the street, behind the smudged window of Tootsie’s Orchid Lounge, another blonde crooned her way through an overdone rendition of a Dolly Parton classic. Raelynn closed her eyes. She could do better. She knew she could.

It felt personal as if that song meant so much to her. My smile widened when she played Jolene. “Damn, I like that song. Forget that I asked you to paint. Just play this damn guitar, and you made me the luckiest fucking man on earth.” Well, couldn't I be any cheesier than tonight? “My dad loves Dolly Parton. I think you two would get along just fine.” “Sorry about your mom, River.” God, I was a terrible person. My stomach knotted fiercely. “Thank you. Now let’s sing together.”

"Just, I was thinking about how you've been struggling lately. And I heard a few things here and there, you being famous and all over in Europe. But for some reason you started..." "Flaking on my contracts? Drinking on the job? Being a general pain in the ass?" Dolly threw back another shot and gave her a wry smile. "Yeah, it happens from time to time. Not a big deal. I'm a staple in the industry so I'll always pick myself back up, throw myself back into the meat grinder. This slump is kind of bad, I admit, but you know what? Contracts are redrafted, everyone's all screamed out, I go and get back on the horse. Just like I always do."

“I didn’t realize we were turning this into a nostalgia hour.” Dolly’s eyes narrow slightly, though she maintains her sugary tone. “Oh, Caroline, you wouldn’t understand. It’s just something special between Knoxx and me.” I force a tight smile. “You’re right, Dolly. I wouldn’t understand. I’ve only been his wife for years. But please, go on. Tell us more about how you peaked in high school.” Her face flushes, and for a moment, I think she’s going to lose her composure. But she quickly recovers, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Well, not everyone can relate to having such cherished memories. Some of us have lives worth reminiscing about.”

“I don’t give two shits about him. Now, you’ve already taken so much of my precious time. Are you taking this deal or not?” I couldn’t believe I was about to do what I wanted to do. I nodded. I nodded again. Boldly this time, a feeble attempt to convince myself that I was really doing it. That I had no other choice. “Good,” Dolly clapped in excitement, then poured another round of wine inside her glass. “You go in there and make him happy,” she stretched the glass to me, golden bangles jiggling on her wrists. “Drink,” she ordered. “Wine makes it easier.”

🎶I don't know if it's just my imagination 🎶But I keep on thinking about you 🎶Your drunken face and your tearing eyes 🎶I am just wishing to see you again 🎶Maybe I am the drunk one 🎶Or I am just day-dreaming 🎶Cus I felt stone-cold sober when I held 🎶You close to my chest 🎶La la la la la la "So smooth man, who is the lucky girl that got our stone-heart man singing" one of his h Bandmates interrupted him. He scoffed and said, "Cut it out Dylan, there is no lucky girl. I am just inspired". "By whom? come on you can tell me," Dylan said to him. "Seriously man there is no lucky girl" he tried to convince his friend...