Quotes from Judith McNaught

Jennifer Merrick had stored all her tears inside her, and her pride and courage would never permit her to break down and shed them.

she kissed him with all the aching longing that being this close to him evoked; she kissed him in all the ways he had ever kissed her, feeling faint with joy when he began to kiss her back, his mouth moving with fierce tenderness, then opening with fiery demand over hers, until their breaths were mingled gasps, and they were straining to one another.

God help him. He chortled. He doesn't realize he loves her. And even if he did, he wouldn't admitted it. -Dr. Whitticomb

God help me if I ever injure my back, Clayton quipped. God help you if you ever turn it, Whitney snapped, for there'll surely be some heartbroken papa or cuckolded husband ready with a knife--if I don't murder you first.

You can't live your life to suit other people. The harder you try, the more restrictions they'll put on you just for the fun of seeing you jump through their hoops.

You needn't worry about your appearance, my dear, because true beauty springs from the heart and dwells in the eyes.

Royce Westmoreland stared at him with biting scorn. I despise hypocrisy, particularly when it is coated with holiness. May I ask for a specific example? Fat priests, Royce replied, with fat purses, who lecture staving peasants on the dangers of gluttony and the merits of poverty.

Some of the most unkind,judgmental people I've ever known go to church every Sunday and read the Bible. I don't know how some people are able to disassociate their own cruelty and shortcomings from their religious obligations and convictions, but many are able to do that.

I ought to break your neck! Clayton interrupted. Too late, Whitney realized that she shouldn't have been standing all this time on her injured knee. Allow me to congratulate you on a fine day's work, Madam, he said sternly. In less than twelve hours, you've brought Whitticomb to your side and Cuthbert to your feet.

What hap­pens to me if this slip­per fits? I turn you into a hand­some frog.

How do you expect to keep our seeing each other a secret? You've been all over the news here for years. People will recognize you wherever you go. I won't be recognized, but you will. You're America's corporate sex symbol; you're the one whose motto is If it moves, take it to bed. Matt and Meredith

Was it me you were discussing?" he countered with lifted brows. "I couldn't tell from the description you were giving. Since when am I kind, considerate, refined, and amiable?" "You're angry," Victoria concluded on a sigh. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest and his arms tightened, drawing her close to his leann, muscular body. "I'm not angry," he said in a husky, gentle voice. "I'm embarrassed

Did he happen to select a color too? Blue. Blue? Victoria burst out, prepared to do physical battle for white. Madame nodded, her finger thoughtfully pressed to her lips, her own hand plunked upon her waist. Yes, blue. Ice blue. He said you are glorious in that color-'a titian-haired angel,' he said Victoria abruptly decided ice blue was a lovely color to be married in.

Not even in my weakest moment have I considered letting you go.

Jason, stop this," she pleaded. "You don't want to kiss me. You don't even like me more than a little when you aren't foxed" A harsh laugh escaped him. "I like you too damned much!" he whispered bitterly, then pulled her head down and captured her lips in a demaning, scalding kiss that took everything and give nothing in return.

But he knew instinctively what he suggested was impossible. She'd been through so much, and held her tears back for so long, that Royce doubted that anything could force her to shed them.

You can't outwit fate by standing on the sidelines placing little side bets about the outcome of life. Either you wade in, risk everything you have to play the game or you don't play at all. And if you can't play, you can't win.

Royce's eyes narrowed in discouragement at the thoght of having to sing to jenny. his deep bariton voice would surely bring every hound for miles to yap and nip at his heels.

They're going to ask what you said. And if I tell Mr. Twindell you said heaven will be like this, he'll be very disappointed. He's counting, you know, on gold streets and angels and horses with wings." "I see where that could be a problem," Ian agreed, and he tenderly laid his hand against his son's cheek. "In that case, you can tell him I said this is almost heaven.

Elizabeth, if you want to be kissed, all you have to do is put your lips on mine.

How am I doing so far? she asked, forcing a cheerful lightness into her voice. You're doing very well, Nick's lazy voice mocked. I'm half convinced that I'm invisible.

Now they are empty, Ramon replied with a shrug of broad, muscled shoulders on his six-foot-three-inch frame....For the first time, a glint of humor touched Ramon Galverra's finely sculpted mouth and arrogant dark eyes.

Leave the star on top, said an achingly gen­tle, deep voice. There's al­ready one angel in the room.

Miss stone, I adore you.