Quotes from Jennifer Blake

Dear God, you are beautiful. I tried to forget, to pretend I did not need you, but it was no use. You haunt my waking hours and my dreams, and though I know if I stay with you my soul my soul will be lost and my life damned, I cannot stay away, nor can I put you from me. So come and let me drown in your bewitching angel's eyes. Some things bought dearly are worth the price.

I don't understand why it's such a terrible thing for a woman to want wealth, anyway; we have as much right to it as a man. It isn't our fault if there's no way to get it except through a male; if jobs are closed to us, or if men themselves make it too dangerous for a woman to work in the open alone. We can resign ourselves to being poor, or being prey; there is no in between!

Moistening her lips, she asked, "That's what this is all about? Bringing me here?" His hesitation was so slight she almost missed it. "It could be. Probably is, after all." "You still want to seduce me." "I want whatever you can give me," he murmured against her ear. "Where we go from here may depend on what I can give you.

If you lose a man because you thought the best but were all wrong, then that's his fault. If you lose him because you thought the very worst and were wrong, then that's yours. And there's nothing so sad as missing out on love for lack of a little faith.

I will try not to disgrace you." "It will be better if you seek to please me.

She moistened her lips. "I only thought, that is, I am so confined, so endlessly guarded. I sometimes feel desperate to be free of it. It seems that there would be no need for such close watch if I were no longer… chaste.

You mean why am I forcing you to come with me? The answer is simple. I want you.

Which was he, then, savage or gentleman?

As much as he needed the sweet surcease to be had in her body, he yearned to know her mind, to seek deep within it and sense a welcome for him there. He wanted to share her thoughts, her dreams, her secrets. He wanted her to come to him with desire, to reach inside him and discover how open he was to her.

There is nothing unusual in the activities outside marriage, or otherwise, of women. It is our privilege. But men are required to be faithful. An Indian man discovered in the arms of another woman can be put to death on the order of his wife.

Surely they would divorce you for it." "No, why? It would be to lose everything for the man while his wife would lose nothing. In any case, it is not possible. Divorce is a thing of women.

Desire so strong it destroyed the ability to resist was a myth. Any woman who fell into bed with a man did it because she made a choice at some point between meeting him and removing her clothes.

This was Valcour, the man she had laughed and teased with and with whom she had played tricks upon the servants and neighbors.

The courtesy was innate, based not simply on good manners, which could be taught, but on concern for other people, which was learned only by constant example.

There were piles of horse manure in the entrance court and noisome heaps of refuse that would not bear investigating on the street outside the kitchen door. In some wings the stench of chamber pots was pervasive; in others the odor was unidentifiable and indescribable, but just as overpowering.

There was ancient dust in the folds of the bed curtains and on the speckled, gilt picture frames on the walls, and enough dirt in the rug bedside the bed to sprout seed.

They guard my chastity every waking minute as if it were purest gold. It's unbearable!

You are mistaken. They do not snatch and grab as do the men of your race. With us, no man touches a woman in passion unless he is invited. It is a mark of a warrior that he has complete control of his desires." Elise stared at her in amazement,

You are the devil's own daughter, Anya Hamilton, the scourge of my soul, my personal nemesis sent to hound me to hell and back.

But—but he is your friend!" "So he is. But there are limits to everything. I will not share you with any man, Félicité, either physically or mentally.

I want to sleep beside you for the rest of my life, to hold you when you have my child inside you, to worry with you over the little hellions we will create, to sit with you on the veranda in the dusk of our lives, and to lie beside you in some churchyard through eternity. -Ransom Tyler

harlots by the religious fathers in their black robes while the Indian men who refrain from women are called upright and extremely moral! They don't understand that a man is expected to be able to ignore the promptings of his male needs while a woman has the right to satisfy her curiosity about men, even the one she will marry, before she is wedded for life. Our marriages are much happier than those of the French.

Yes, Valcour! Since he has gone beyond your reach, there can be no harm in admitting it.