How could I have let you do any of those things when I've never even seen your face? When I don't even know your name?That may be true, he said quietly, but for just a moment there, I would have sworn...
Before you came into my life, I believed that God had abandoned me. Now I know that He has blessed me beyond measure. ~Sir Bannor
You asked me once if I would still love you when your lips were puckered with age and your eyes werefaded. I can assure you that I will still love you when I have only the strength (and the scant teet...
Women are delicate creatures. Fragile. Gentle. Made by God to be sheltered from the harshness of this world..Morgan MacDonnell
We're all haunted in one way or another, are we not? If not by spirits, then by our own demons and regrets.
To me you are stardust sprinkled across a night sky, forever in my dreams, but out of my reach.
How could Mark be halfway across the world when she would have sworn he'd been in this room with her only seconds ago?
Gwendolyn had been seeking to atone for her father’s sins, but instead she found herself exalted by this potent combination of power and vulnerability, both Bernard’s and hers. She was no longer his c...
Abby_Donovan: I bet you were one of those uber-cool teachers like Mr.Chip, weren't you?MarkBaynard: I was more like Mr.Kotter or that guy from GLEE who looks like the love child of Orlando Bloom & Jus...
Abby_Donovan: C’mon…who are you really? Are you hiding a secret identity? Are you Batman? Ashton Kutcher?
A true friend never asks you to feed their imaginary fish. Or fertilize their imaginary crops.
Your growling and posturing might impress the sort of women you're accustomed to consorting with,but quite frankly, I find them to be a bit of a bore.
MarkBaynard: You know what they say- dying is easy; comedy is hard.
I hope you don’t mind the intrusion, she said. I thought we’d air out your chambers while you weredownstairs at breakfast.We? he repeated ominously, wondering just how many witnesses there were going...
Her boldness only served to remind him that he had strayed into a world of masculine privilege even greater than the one he had left behind in England all those years ago. Here a man’s word literally...
Before, you were only a dream. Now you're a dream come true
Be a dear and fetch a needle and some thread. Tucking one wayward breast back into her drooping bodice, Lottie muttered, I don’t think this is quite what Laura had in mind when she said my coming out...
Prayer and persistence, the good Lord will provide.
You care enough to play hard to get.
To Fate, a fickle mistress whose sense of justice is exceeded only by her sense of humor.