Why did happy memories fade and blur until one could scarcely recall them at all, while horrible memories seemed to retain their blinding clarity and painful sharpness?
Life was wonderful, so filled with people and activities, with love and laughter.
After all, it’s not every day a woman is given a kingdom of dreams.
Whitney: Where is your home? Clayton: Wherever you are.
Missing you? I could cheerfully murder you.
Sometimes it just happens – to the wrong people at the wrong time.
I buy everything in sight. It took my last ounce of control not to buy one of these in every color.
It would have hurt no matter who took you the first time.
I think we women underrate ourselves when it comes to our courage and strength.
Nor is he man enough to make a woman of you.
Whitney: You black-hearted, treacherous, conniving scoundrel. Clayton: Your flattery warms my heart.
Matt: I know you can cook. Meredith: What makes you so sure? Matt: Because less than an hour ago, you set me on fire.
Which brings me to the question of why we always ‘fall’ in love. One falls down steps, off ladders, into rivers and down mountains. If love is so wonderful, why don’t we soar in love or climb in love?
But he knew instinctively what he suggested was impossible. She’d been through so much, and held her tears back for so long, that Royce doubted that anything could force her to shed them.
Jennifer Merrick had stored all her tears inside her, and her pride and courage would never permit her to break down and shed them.
It was a kingdom of dreams – a place where things would be just the way I wanted them to be.
Childhood romances always seem so real, so enduring, when we are separated from the object of our affection. But usually, when we return, we find that our dreams and memories quiet surpassed reality. -Lady Anne, Whitney’s aunt.
The old adage which says that it is ‘whom you know that counts’ is far off the mark. It is what you know about whom you know that truly makes difference.
Royce’s eyes narrowed in discouragement at the thoght of having to sing to jenny. his deep bariton voice would surely bring every hound for miles to yap and nip at his heels.
Reformed rakes often make the best husbands.