Quotes from Lorraine Heath

He look back toward the dance floor and greeted his teeth. She was in Tristan's arms moving gracefully in rhythm with the music. Tristan with cutting quite a swath through the ladies, he knew it shouldn't grate that his brother was dancing with Mary. Tristan knew more than he knew any of the others. It was expected. But still he didn't like the way Tristan watched her through hooded eyes. But then Tristan caught his gaze an issue a silent challenge: cut in. I dare you.

in time, the pain from a phisical beating would recede, heal, and scar, but wounds inflicted to the heart left scars that never stopped hurting

A man always has a choice

sometimes, silence can be very loud

In all likelihood he would eventually destroy her, unless he found the strength to let her go.

A sound startled him, and to his everlasting irritation, his body jerked. The nurse was standing at the foot of the bed. Did they all have to creep around? He was going to insist bells be sewn onto everyone's clothes so he was aware of them approaching.

Expectations were never in short supply. "Do you want to know?" he asked. "I suppose it depends on the answer." "Which answer would you prefer?" "I'm not really sure. Both leave a lot to be desired.

I want to see you again," Greystone said quietly. "I'm not certain that's wise. We are of different worlds, Your Grace. In yours, I am but one night and in mine you are destined to be merely a memory.

I fear you're correct there. Catherine warns me that he has the look of a scoundrel about him." "Jack has told me that he's not going to let his daughter out of the house until she's forty.

She gave him a whimsical smile. "It was long ago, Your Grace. And I do not hold a grudge. Although I must admit that sometimes, I miss having someone to sleep with." Reaching out, Sterling trailed his gloved finger along her bare arm. "We could remedy that. Tonight if you like.

This woman had every right to complain about her life, the harshness of it. Instead she met it head-on and worked hard to make it better for herself.

Still she felt like a mermaid following a unicorn into the woods, all the while knowing that at some point, she would have to return to the sea.

A friend who had a very charming and dangerous brother.

Probabilmente no, quindi ti lascio con un piccolo consiglio, dato che conosci tanto bene le carte. La vita è come loro. Vincere non consiste nell'avere una buona mano, ma nel giocarne bene una mediocre.

He cradled her cheek and turned her head slightly, until their gazes met. "For whatever comfort this might bring you in the nights that follow, know this... when I thought death was a certainty, I chose a collection of memories that revolved around you to carry into the dark with me.

assumed he meant to marry me. So I ran off with him. He was exciting,

At the time, I thought it temporary. Still, I was so pleased to

couldn't. I knew the truth would cause you to hate me and I'd made the ghastly mistake of falling in love with you." He gave a caustic

She could touch him however she wanted, say whatever she wanted. No holding back for fear of censure. No withdrawing for fear of judgment. With him, she could be herself completely and absolutely. Was herself completely and absolutely. Was more than herself as the world fell away. She was herself with him, with this man who accepted her openly, naughtiness and all. Who made her his own.

It would imply an intimacy we do not share.

This was where she belonged, she realized. Beneath him, beside him, near his heart.

He was suddenly aware of the pain rampaging through him. "Where's Swindler?" "Here." He crouched beside Sterling. "We got the boy." Sterling grabbed his shirt, then cursed himself as he fell backward, bringing Swindler with him. "Never make her cry." He didn't know if Swindler nodded, because his entire world went black.

He stole her breath, as stealthily as a pickpocket slipping a silk handkerchief from a pocket, a bracelet from around a wrist, a ring off a finger. So the object was gone before the wearer realized it was taken. One moment she was breathing, and the next she'd quite simply forgotten how.

But there is all kinds of beauty in the world, some of it not always clearly visible. Even those spiders you hate have it within them to create the most intricate and beautiful webs.