Quotes from Lorraine Heath

A pity we cannot pick and choose what we remember.

How could my heart be so wrong?" "Because it was such a young heart.

He doesn't need to know the path to adventure. He simply needs to recognize that it awaits.

I'd have never thought that remembering would bring with it far more trouble than forgetting.

Where do you find your faith in me, Catherine?" "From coming to know you.

From the corner of her eye, she watched Clay walk to his wagon, where he'd find no shade. Isolated. Alone. How simple it would be to prepare him a plate and walk to the wagon to give it to him. How difficult to step into his world of loneliness.

Please," Meg whispered. "I don't want any trouble here." He released his hold on her. As though she might say something further, she parted her lips slightly. Then she walked out of the church. "Touch her again, and I'll kill you," Daniel said. Clay wondered if he should tell her brother that he'd be doing him a favor if he killed him… because his heart had just died.

I can't help the way they are, but I'll be damned before I become like them.

You are now in league with the devil, my lady. May you rest easier at night than I

Austin could do little more than stare at the woman. "It's a prairie dog," he reminded her. Cautiously, she brushed her fingers over its head. "It's just a baby. Please help her." Dee was looking at him with so much hope in her big brown eyes that he couldn't do what he knew needed to be done. He slipped his gun into his holster. Thank God, she was married to his brother and not to him. Dallas could break her heart. Austin wouldn't.

He's always said if you wish to die rich, invest in vice.

I daresay with age comes the inclination not to care much what others think.

Has any woman ever touched you?" she asked as she splayed her fingers over his thigh. "No." "Do you want a woman to touch you?" "No." She stilled, and Clay pushed himself up. He cradled her check in his palm. "I want you to touch me.

Was a sadness so profound that the mind sought escape into fantasy?

Life was a strange circle. She tried not to decipher it, but rather to accept it as it came.

What had seemed so simple then seemed so complicated now. Doors had closed and opportunities had opened. She felt lost, at a crossroads, not knowing which path to take.

Sighing, she looked out at the fog. It was like life, preventing her from seeing what was beyond reach. She wasn't unhappy. She simply felt that something important was missing from her life

Closing his eyes, he saw every smile that Rebecca had ever directed his way and knew a pang of regret. He would have liked to have held her in his arms one last time before he died.

I know you don't think he's good enough for me, but then you don't think any man is good enough for me.

Meg forgot about cautioning him to be quiet. She forgot about everything but watching the care with which he wrapped a blanket around Mama Warner before gingerly lifting her into his arms and cradling her against his chest. "Comfortable?" he asked. "You know how to hold a woman so she feels precious. Makes me wish I was sixty years younger.

I have come to discover men are such prideful creatures." "And we're not?" "Of course we are. But we are more capable of bending. Men tend to break.

With a book, she could at least visit with people, even if it was vicariously, even if they didn't exist beyond someone's imagination.

She laid her palm against his bristled cheek. "You're safe," she whispered. "What the hell did you think you were doing?" he growled, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. "I was going to save you." He threaded his fingers through her tangled hair. She'd lost her bonnet. She was damn lucky she hadn't lost her life. "You little fool," he rasped in a voice rift with emotion. "You brave little fool.

Sometimes little is better than nothing at all.