Whitney: Where is your home? Clayton: Wherever you are.
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.
It isn’t what you say that counts, it’s what you don’t say.
At my age, I regard each funeral I attend as a personal triumph, because I was not the guest of honor.
A romance novel should leave readers joyous. My books all have happy endings.
Success without someone to share it with is hollow indeed. On the other hand, it beats the heck out of failure.
I do not believe that grief is ever so great that it can not be contained within.
Elizabeth, if you want to be kissed, all you have to do is put your lips on mine.
She wept with shame for her lack of will and with fear for a love she couldn’t control.
We all do foolish things when we are in love. Don’t we, your grace?
I want more from life than that and I have more to give.
I used to be ashamed And now I am proud. The world once was black And now it is bright. I used to walk head bent And now I stand up tall. I used to have dreams But now I have hope.
We are not of what we feel or believe to do, we are of what we do or fail to do.
If I had a hundred kingdoms, I would trade them all for you, my dearest love. I was nothing until you.