Quotes from Karen Ranney

All my happiness seems caught up in one of your smiles. - Jered Mandeville, 'Upon a Wicked Time

Mental seduction. He'd never thought it possible

He wanted to know her with such familiarity that he could curve his fingers around a wrist, an ankle, a knee and recognize her from a hundred, a thousand other women

The tapestry of her life was a work of art created not with a needle but with duty, courage, and honor, sprinkled liberally with laughter and hope.

She recognized that great love carries a price of great torment if it ends, but it also bestows a greater and more valuable gift.

A castle sat in the background, turrets flying a minuscule emblem in the foreground sat a lady, her skirts adorned with picked blossoms A castle, Helena murmured, fit for a princess, except that the prince has escaped.

They locked gazes in that moment, the mother and the rake. Neither doubted that a battle had been joined

It was not the time to recall all those really horrifying nursery stories she'd read, Bluebeard, Babes in the Wood, Little Red Riding Hood. Why is it that children's stories are so filled with monsters like wolves and witches who eat children, and men who kill their wives? And to think, that people actually sat and told their children such things.

There's no scandal involved," she said airily. "I have no connection with you whatsoever. I have nothing to do with you. You are a thimble filled with water next to my ocean. You are a grain of sand to my beach. You are a tiny star in the sky. You're nothing to me.

She had never felt such excitement, such awareness of life around her, as if the very air was charged with his presence.

Love that defied trite words or even description, that carried with it tenderness and passion and laughter and friendship. Love that made her eyes sparkle and her breath stop when she saw him and imbued life with more meaning and more purpose.

The tapestry of her life was dotted with threadbare spots, where grief or pain or loss had eaten through like hungry moths. But those faint traces, instead of detracting from the resplendent tones and rich hues of the intertwined threads, only intensified their splendor. It was a work of art created not with a needle but with duty, courage, and honor, sprinkled liberally with laughter and hope.

You will treat me with respect. He didn't say anything for a moment. What does that mean? he finally asked. She looked over at him. Do I need to explain that, your lordship? I would think an earl of your reputed stature would know the meaning of respect.

cuando un hombre escoge una acción, también escoge el resultado.

Memories of her, however, would remain with him. Everywhere he'd look, she would be there, as if she were a hundred women, all shadow and wraith, marking each place at Tyemorn and Ayleshire. He'd see her on the village road, smiling beneath an oak, straddling a furrow and laughing at something a companion had said. There again, tilting her head in an inquisitive look and offering advice on the line of the barn wall, or at night, when he could only see the outline of her form.

He wanted her now in a way that was barely human.

The morning sun danced on her hair, transforming the brown to gold and reddish glints. An errant sunbeam angled over her face, dusting her long lashes with light, accentuating the perfection of her nose, her cheekbones, and the beauty of her complexion.

How very different it would be to live somewhere where people weren't afraid to reveal themselves, where emotion was prized instead of hidden.

My eyes are brown and my hair is brown. Your eyes are the color of warm chocolate, he said, tilting his head to study her. Your hair isn't brown, but auburn with gold and red threads in it like the finest tapestry.

Tu mi hai dato la fede, quando la mia fede era infranta. Mi hai dato la speranza che avevo perduto da tempo. Mi hai dato la pace che non conoscevo più

Normalmente el destino pende de la oscilação de un péndulo.

Vidas comunes que se ven tan sólo interrumpidas por la dicha o tragedia.

El emparejamiento de los cuerpos no llevaba necesariamente a la unión de las mentes.

La vida no es siempre logica