Quotes from Karen Hawkins

It's sad, but life is not fair. I sometimes think it was never supposed to be. Life is made up of moments, good and bad. But while you don't get to pick all the moments, you do get to pick which ones you cling to.

to say that dust bunnies were the spirit animals of creatives.

Most people managed to evade home truths with astonishing ease.

It is not enough to simply remove temptation. We must beat it away, burn it, suppress it, combat it with as much ruthless intent as we can muster.

Nothing goes better with a good book than a cup of hot tea and a scone.

parenting and caretaking were so much harder than she'd thought they would be. No one had explained to her that she'd be constantly worried, her imagination churning out worst-case scenarios with devastating details as if she'd suddenly become Stephen King's muse.

Coffee is the elixir of life.

Roland was brave an romantic, and his speech imploring Lucinda to flee with him had filled Bronwyn's eyes with tears. I wish I knew a Roland. During her unpleasant season, she'd come to realise that the world was woefully short of Rolands.

Excellent. I feel better already. My lady, you have had a very positive influence over Lord Westerville. He has left the morbid world of Only Black behind and now embraces other colors of the spectrum.

An uncle?" Christian looked from his brother, to his sister-in-law. "But…how?" Prudence laughed, Beth chiming in. Tristan shook his head ruefully. "I will explain it to you later." "No, no! I didn't mean that! I just—when did this happen? How long have you known?

My father sent him out to civilize the lost sons he'd neglected, but damn me if all I've seen him do is marry us off." "Oh dear, how dreadful!

I need a bath." He chuckled. "You smell of smoke, as do I." The duke turned, leaning heavily on his cane. "Jameson, open the carriage door. We shall return to the house." Beth smiled up at Christian. "Shall we adjourn to the house to get some ointment for your hands and a bath, my love?" His eyes lit. "A bath?" Grandfather snorted. "Someone send to London for a special license! Now.

They make a lovely couple, my lord," Jameson said, fishing in his pocket for a clean handkerchief. He found one and handed it to the duke. "Indeed they do," the duke said, blowing his nose rather loudly. "They will be even lovelier once they're properly married!

Knowledge and action combined can win over any adversity known to man.

Never underestimate the power of a bossy woman.

I've often thought it unfair that women are expected to stay at home when there's a fight to be won. If a woman has the strength to bear a child, she can swing a sword as well as any man.

Love doesna always mean burning flashes o' passion. Sometimes, it's jus' the warmth o' yer hearts as they beat yer day together." ~Old Woman Nora to her three wee granddaughters on a cold winter's night.

Love can't cure a broken heart, but it can hold the two sides together while they heal.

As Jack began to climb the stairs, Fiona looked up at her new home. Five stories of stately mansion rose above her head. Heavy molding around the large windows and doors bespoke a quality and craftsmanship that was obvious even in the dim night. "Good God! It's massive!" Jack paused with his foot on the last step. "I do wish you'd keep those comments until we are in bed, love. I would appreciate them all the more there.

Don't you think that's the beauty of a book? It can take you places you can't visit on your own, lets you meet people and see things you can't in real life.

I've noticed that women often have a desire to change men, even the ones they love." "I've noticed that, too." Dougal frowned. "Which is odd, when you think about it. Because if you didn't like the way a man is, why would you attach yourself to him to begin with?

Don't hide, child. People who really live have a little wear and tear. But that's good. It's what makes us interesting.

I dinna think tis romantic when a man says he's willin' t' give his life fer the woman he loves. Give me instead a man who'd fight to keep us both alive and kickin'! There's naught rommantic about a dead man, beau or no.

I've never found it helpful to treat fate with a gentle hand. Everytime I've stroked, hopin' fer a favor, she's slapped me hand and laughed at me. If ye want something, take fate by the throat and shake it out o' her.