Dolly Parton Quotes Novels & Stories

Dolly asks her. Slowly, she turns to them and says; “ Who... I mean what are you guys? ” “ What was that? ” Dolly snaps pulling her ear hard. “ I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! ” she yaps. “ And? ” “ What? ” Dolly asks and Chesa replies and Dolly yanks it harder. “ Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you! Arrgh! You're hurting me!!”

“Still, we’re gonna be careful.” “We’ve been trying to be, but as you saw, it hasn’t panned out very well for us,” I muttered. Dolly turned around and looked at me. “Chin up. Hopefully, this is the last turn on the merry-go-round for you.” “Hopefully,” I agreed. ***

Dolly was not afraid at all to say what she wanted, probably because she interacted with Grandma May often. One of the old ladies laughed. “Old Mrs. York, this drumstick is done. Do you want, Dolly? I’ll give it to you first and Old Mrs. York can grill another one later.” “You can eat first, Old Mrs. York. I have the sausage. I’ll eat the drumstick later.” Dolly ate her sausage. She was not so gluttonous as to want the drumstick right now. She even said, “When I grow bigger, I can grill drumsticks too! I’ll make some delicious ones for all the grannies.”

Hyacinth’s POV ‘Girly, are you sure this is a good idea?’ Dolly asked me again. ‘No. Yes. No. Oh!’ I threw my hands in the air. ‘I don’t know, but I don’t know what else to do. This is all I can think of.’

“It's on the tip of my tongue.” I know that, when I continue, he will guess correctly. “I desire to be the one to stroll in the daylight...” I pause. When he doesn’t respond, I finish, “Oh females, want to have entertainment.” “Madonna, ‘Girls Just Want to Have Fun,’” Jackson professes. “Well,” I start, “you are only half right. It's not Madonna.” “Then who?” he challenges. “Cyndi Lauper,” I state proudly. “Have fun grocery shopping,” I tease.

The thought of going to bed in the squeaky twin bed she shared with Will and waking up tomorrow to the same grim routine of working a double shift and still struggling to put food on the table and pay rent, all while taking care of her sister, made her sick to her stomach. I can't see past tomorrow, and that's not good. Dolly Parton said it best, “if you don't like the road, you're on, start paving another road.” Ginger knew she was going to need a lot of cement mixers and would need a fleet of them.

Donald once taught Dolly that if she wanted people to listen, she needed to offer a small incentive. So, Dolly took out the jelly Nina bought for her from her bag. Whoever answered the question would get one. The trick worked. Bobby raised his hand. “I’ll go first...” Dolly felt extremely satisfied. She asked Bobby, “Does your dad like your mom more, or does he like other women more...” Bobby stared at the jelly in Dolly’s hand and said, “Of course he likes my mom... liking other women is cheating, my mom would beat my dad...”

sigh. Seeing Dolly's mood sink again, I couldn’t help but try to comfort her. "Come on, look at me, I wasted seven years of my life, made a mess of everything, and ruined my own reputation... If I’m at rock bottom, doesn’t that make you feel a little better?" Dolly burst into laughter. She pointed at me as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she just shook her head with a wry smile. "That’s a really... unique way to console someone. But hey, at least you still have some money left. The harder I work, the more broke I get."

She found Joel still seated comfortably as he bobbed his head to the music in his ears. Shooting him a killing look, she sat on one of the chairs close to the door. The motivational posters of various colours that decorated the sky-blue painted walls caught her attention. And most of them, she observed, contained quotes from famous people. Some she had heard of and some she had read about. "A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it's in hot water." ~ Eleanor Roosevelt. That one made her smile. “The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." ~ Nelson Mandela

Dante exclaimed. Nathan and I step up and grab the microphones. The randomizer spins, "Islands in the Stream" by Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers. We sing our hearts out and get a standing ovation. Nathan picks me up, twirls me, and then kisses me. The songs continue, and everyone is having a fantastic time. “Amelie’s solo time,” Dante says. “Okay, I’m ready,” I jumped out of my seat so fast that I got a headache rush. The randomizer spun. Shit. I touch myself by the Divinyls. Everyone started clapping and howling.