Quotes from Lisa Tawn Bergren

He moved to kiss my forehead, my eyes, my cheeks, my lips for several long, searching moments. Right then, I wished we could stay together. Forever.

He smiled at me with that grin…and I floated across the floor to him, my handsome prince.

To not try at all is a form of murder itself.

And isn't part of your life doing something with the gifts God has given you?

Our faces were overly close, and in that moment something more passed between us. I'd never felt this kind of thing with a guy – such a connection. I knew, in my head, that we were practically strangers; but this thing – whatever it was – made me feel known. Seen. Acknowledged and appreciated and admired.

You had to admire a guy who wanted to keep you from death.

Money. Man is always motivated by money, my dad said to me once. It can work for us, or it can enslave us. Even when we have much, we feel like we need more. No matter how much we have.

We all have freedom of choice. Over and over again, minute by minute. How will you live your life? For yourself Or for others? For something good? For love?

We are well," Hugh said, looking me over with more intensity than seemed proper. "And you?" "I'm well, thank you," I said, lying through my teeth. I'd been better the day I took to my bed with measles.

God calls us to life, to love, to healing. We merely have to find our way home.

One man's poison is another's elixir.

Loyalty is not loyalty unless one clings to it in the face of adversity.

To him, the day was what was offered, not what wasn't.

An armed woman will be more of a target knights on the prowl. and unarmed women can find themselves without defines

Well, hello there," I said, "you big, beautiful overgrown passageway." I looked over to Lia. "Let's confuse 'em a little.

Were they laughing at me? I forced myself to block them from my mind, to concentrate on the lake, the water. What were they to me? People I met today, that was all. We shared blood. The One who mattered to me still found me worthy, still loved me, whether I knew when to curtsy properly or not.

Rodolfo lifted Alessandra's hand to his lips and kissed it. 'I have loved you, Alessandra. Do not forget that. Thank you...thank you for loving me.' She wept, curling her head in toward his good shoulder. 'Do not leave me, Rodolfo. Do not leave us. Chiara...and the baby...

Twelve men in Forelli gold galloped past in pursuit, so fast I barely caught a glimpse. I edged out, torn between crying out to them and hesitating to interfere in a chase. But as I stepped forward, I knew that the man at the front was Marcello.

But that was the thing about courage. Sometimes you had to fake it to feel it.

Perhaps this was what it meant to be an adult. To grab the opportunity at hand, make the most of the day, regardless of what it looked like.

For the first time that day, I felt as if I could breathe. As if this, this was what God was leading me to. Waiting, abiding, resting. Enjoying what was rather than fearing what might be or resenting what had come before.

Fear and worry are the antithesis of faith, are they not? Every time I give in to concern about tomorrow, even my next hour, I rob this hour, this day if strength, peace. The Maker holds all my days. Do I trust him with them or not?

And then we were gone, cascading back to the future.

Mom always said a simple thank you covered a lot of bases.