Quotes from Catherine Anderson

It was a fact that he hadn't lied to her--except for the time he had promised to cut out her tongue and hadn't. She couldn't very well hold that against him.

She turned her face to touch her lips to his neck. "Make a memory with me, Hunter," she whispered huskily. "One more beautiful memory.

Por vezes, aqueles que inicialmente parecem ser os nossos piores inimigos acabam por se tornar os nossos maiores amigos.

O sentimento de culpa é algo de terrível que nos aflige em todos os momentos em que estamos acordados e nos persegue durante os sonhos.

A vida passa enquanto estás a decidir o que hás de fazer

Por vezes, quando um homem não consegue encontrar respostas seja para onde quer que se volte, acaba por descobrir algumas no fundo de uma garrafa

A única forma de vencer o medo é enfrentá-lo uma e outra vez até conseguirmos olhar sem temor para o que antes nos assustava

Os segredos do coração são de natureza íntima

I think you know, Matthew. You have many corners in your heart.

O amor não se compra. Não é possível forjar um caminho para chegar ao coração de alguém

A vida não pára. Por vezes, temos de arranjar forças para a enfrentar e apenas o conseguimos fazer, procurando no mais profundo do nosso ser a fé e a confiança perdidas

Quando amamos alguém,as imperfeições não existem, e mesmo que as vejamos, achamo-as bonitas

Bad things happen, Mathew. We can't see them coming, and there's often nothing we can do to prevent them. But that doesn't mean we shouldn't all live life to its fullest.

Sometimes it was lonely, living in silence.

We are like guests on this Earth, either we get to be nice or we get to be bad

Mother's Eden: Does your Matthew... Well, does he make you feel as if he just handed you a handful of Stars? Eden: He make me feel as if he handed me the moon as well, Mama. Maybe the whole universe.

I was a kid once. When you meet my dad, ask him about the time my brother and I decided we wanted a yellow lab instead of a black one and spray-painted the dog.

You aren't going to get her? She's your wife. Her place is beside you." "A man cannot own a woman, cousin. He can only…" Hunter's words trailed off. A picture of Loretta's face flashed in his mind. "He can only love her.

Someone must preserve the ways of the People," Warrior rasped, "someone who will sing our songs and teach our ways. Unless you do that, all that we are will be lost. You must go get your woman and take her far away into the west lands where this war does not reach." Warrior's voice shook with emotion. "To a new place, Hunter. You know the words of the song.

Hunter, I think I'd better leave you, yes? So you can make peace with your woman." With a grimace, Hunter nodded. "Her heart is laid upon the ground." "Is it me? I will make talk with her." "I don't think it would be safe," he said wryly.

Please," Tom whispered. "There's other gals you can steal. Don't take this one. Let her go home to her family." Breaking off, he licked his lips. "She ain't done you no harm." After a long while, Hunter returned his attention to the fire. "This Comanche does not sell his women. Not even for rifles. She goes with me." "Why this girl?" Hunter tossed a sliver of wood onto the flames. "Another will not do.

Why this girl?" Hunter tossed a sliver of wood onto the flames. "Another will not do.

Hunter slipped from the bed and grabbed his breeches to pull them on. Bathed in moonlight, the planes of his body were gilded with silver, its contours cast into delineative shadow. Clutching a fur to her chest, Loretta sat up, pretending not to notice. She did, though, and what she saw set her pulse to skittering. Perhaps beautiful wasn't an appropriate adjective for a man, but it was the only word that came to her.

You will learn the meaning of this spit image, no? And say it to me. When we meet again?" Loretta tightened her hand on the reins. "Yes, if we meet again." He glanced over at her, his expression suddenly solemn. "We walk backward in our footsteps, eh? Maybe you will walk forward a new way when we reach your wooden walls. You could be a little bit happy as my woman, no?