Quotes from Lorraine Heath

Jake was hurting, emotionally and physically, and he was exhausted. He stared at her in wonder. "You're going to name him after me?" "I don't see any other father in this house." Ignoring the pain throbbing in his hands, he drew her close, holding onto her tightly. It was the most precious gift she could have given him.

It seems melancholy weather." "I prefer to think of it more as weather designed for reflection." "You are the eternal optimist.

I almost envy your horse," she said, "because these thighs hug him all day." -Rebecca to Jake

In his world, there was right and wrong, good and evil. Hers contained no absolutes. Hers was a world of grays. Hers was what his was truly becoming. The irony didn't escape him. At night, nothing was clear. Lines blurred. Shadows removed definitions. Her dreams led her to the darkest parts of London where he couldn't follow and keep her safe. His dreams had ceased to exist long ago.

Once, when our paths crossed, he told me that the kindest thing I'd ever done was to not marry him. Perhaps because he was passionately in love with a woman who possessed the wisdom to adore him as he deserved.

When she'd skillfully turned it back towards the herd, Rebecca lifted an arm to wave at Jake, her smile vis­ible even from this distance. He felt a familiar tightening in his loins. How many times had he watched her ride across the Lazy A, experienced the same stirrings, and rid­den away so she'd never know what his true feelings were? He didn't have to ride away today. He could watch her graceful movements to his heart's content.

The books. So many books. She adored reading. It introduced her to characters, took her to places where she was never lonely.

One did not complain about having in abundance that which others wished desperately to obtain.

Much ado was always made about secretive meetings.

It was much less frustrating being the pursued rather than the pursuer.

How did you get in here?" Sterling asked, wishing his words didn't sound quite so slurred. He was having more difficulty than usual bringing his shadowed world into focus. Damnation, why hadn't he lit more lamps or poured himself fewer snifters of brandy? "Not important," Jack Dodger said. "What is important is for you to realize that you can do nothing to keep us out if we decide we want in.

He wondered briefly what it was like to dream. He never did. Possibly because he so seldom slept. He was obsessed with obtaining all the wealth he could, burning the midnight oil as often as possible. It protected a person from having to do things he didn't want to do.

What's your conscience?" "It's a meeting place for the things your heart feels and the things your head knows.

He didn't know how one's flesh prickled when fear took hold. He didn't understand what it was like to gaze into the future and know that it would be nothing more than a dark and lonely place.

She's as beautiful as her mother." He lifted his gaze to his wife's. "I'm never gonna touch you again." Amelia looked at Cordelia. "Will you take her now?" Gingerly, Cordelia wrapped the child within her arms. "I mean it this time," Houston said. "I know you do," Amelia said as she touched his cheek.

Meg felt her heart lurch. It bothered her that the twins realized that she hated their brother. The words coming from their innocent mouths sounded so ugly.

Hell of a thing when a man's hatred for another is greater than his love for his grandchild.

You are the politest man I know, Jake Burnett." "Had politeness beat into me.

There is little I can expound on when the truth is spoken.

Ainsley cleared his throat. "Allow me to apologize for my brother. He's not been himself since he returned home." "With all due respect, Your Grace, I suspect he's being exactly himself. He's just simply no longer the person you knew before he left.

And while she pretended he was someone else, he would pretend she had no reason to imagine he was anyone other than who he was.

Shame, when she was younger, had stopped her. Fear, as she grew older, trapped the truth within her.

How many times could a mother's heart break? An infinite number of times. Each time her children were hurt. She'd long ago accepted the pain of it, as well as the stoicism to never let it show. It was a mother's lot in life.

But she'd lost a good deal of her innocence there, because she'd discovered so much she couldn't control.