Whitney: You black-hearted, treacherous, conniving scoundrel. Clayton: Your flattery warms my heart.
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.
You can’t stand clutter, and you have an obsession with orderliness. The furniture in here is centered exactly on the walls; the files on your desk are arranged in precise corners. If I had to guess, I would say you are probably a control freak, and that is usually symptomatic of a man who feels powerless to control his own life, so he tries to control every facet of his surroundings.
In one of her more philosophical moments, she decided that the reason virginity was so prized for a bride was because early man must have realized that a bride who knew what was in store for her on her wedding night, would not be smiling quite so radiantly when she walked down that aisle!
Why is it,” Royce murmured, gazing into her intoxicating eyes, “that every time you surrender willingly, like this, you make me feel like a king who has conquered. Yet when I conquer you against your will, you make me feel like a defeated beggar?
No longer was she an heiress from another world; she was the woman he had wanted to possess the moment he saw her, and she was sitting beside him, her hair cascading over his arm like a thick satin waterfall.
I thought you were the loveliest, most enchanting creature God ever created.
Lisa, have you ever met anyone and then known within minutes that he’s the most special person you’re ever going to meet in your life?
If you will kiss me.
Why is it when you yield, I feel like the one who has been conquered?