Quotes from Diana Palmer

What a curse, to want only one person." He drew her into his arms and kissed her again, hungrily. "What a glorious blessing, to want only one person and be wanted back, even after thirty-six long years," he whispered.

Everything goes. But the one thing that separates human beings from animals is a nobility of spirit, a sense of self-worth. I have ideals. I think they're what holds civilization together, and that if you cheapen yourself with careless encounters, you lose sight of things that truly matter.

Why did you want to see me?" He studied her face curiously. "Why do I always want to see you?" he countered. His voice was like velvet. "You're part of me now, Cecily." She colored. She couldn't meet his eyes. Did he think she didn't know about Audrey? "And you wouldn't lie to me," she said. "Any more than you'd lie to me," he replied softly. So they were both liars.

She felt guilty, as she had when she'd heard Matt's deep, beloved voice after thirty-odd years. She'd been too flustered to say much to him, and in the end, regretfully, she'd hung up on him out of sheer embarrassment.

It's better to keep one's mouth shut and appear stupid than open it and remove all doubts.

I'm not leaving you alone, even with a good shadow," he said firmly. "So either you move in with me, or I sleep on the couch here. Your choice." "Where will Audrey sleep?" she asked coldly.

Pity Matt didn't help him through a window instead of over a sofa," she grumbled. "He needs an attitude adjustment.

Matt was deeply touched that his estranged son would come to him for advice. He wasn't going to let it show, of course. A man had his pride.

Leave it to you to find a legal way to do something illegal

I hate beer," she moaned. "If you drink enough of it, you won't care about the taste," he assured her. She gave the can a dubious stare, shrugged, closed her eyes, held her breath and drank heavily. "Yuck!" she said. "Keep going.

College was an experience I'll always cherish. Now I fund a scholarship at my alma mater in my late father's name—he'd laugh to know that it's a science scholarship, when I can barely do math! I also fund a nursing scholarship at the Oglala Lakota College in Kyle, South Dakota, in the name of my mother, who was a nurse.

More often than not, a woman marries for money and a man marries for sex. What difference does a sheet of paper with signatures make? If you have to ask, you wouldn't understand the answer, she said simply.

He seemed to be an eternal on-sale item in the matrimonial market that everybody bypassed for the fancier merchandise.

It seemed such a short time ago that Erin had come running toward him, laughing, her black hair like silk around an elfin face. And he'd melted inside just at the sight of her, gone breathless like a boy with his first real date. It still felt like that, despite her scars, her limp. In his heart, he carried a portrait of her that would withstand all the long, aging years, that would leave her young and unscarred for as long as he lived.

You may not believe it, but standing up to people is the only way to get through life with your mind intact. Nothing was gained by giving in.

We never know what we're missing until we don't have it anymore.

Be careful. Be extra careful." "I will. You do the same," she added with a chuckle. "I'm a tough old bird," he told her. "Otherwise, I wouldn't still be alive in the first place," he assured her. "You eat properly and take your prenatal vitamins." "Stop mothering me," she muttered. He grinned. "Somebody has to. See you, kid.

Please go away," she whispered. "Leave me in peace." He scowled. "Cecily…" "Please, Tate," she pleaded gently. "Just go home and forget that you know where I am. I've broken all my ties in Washington, I've put it all behind me. It's just me and the baby now." "You and the baby and your mythical dead husband," he shot back. "What do I have to do to get through to you?

Tate was probably on his way back to the nation's capitol right now, she thought miserably. He would have protected her, and her child, but she'd sent him off in a fury. Great going, Cecily, she told herself. What a headline they'll have now! Former Teenage Love Slave Killed By Vengeful Gambling Syndicate. That would give people something to read with their morning coffee!

Oh, do you think I broke his wrist?" Cecily asked, puzzled, as she wrapped her arms around her chest and stared at the writhing form on the floor. "You might have," Tate returned in a voice like steel. "But I called the ambulance because I broke several of his ribs." He didn't sound sorry, either.

He made her think of ruins, of mysterious places in shadow and darkness, of storms and torrents of rain.

So the bloodline wasn't pure." He shook his head. "It was an excuse, like all the other excuses. I liked my life as it was. I didn't want ties, especially the sort I'd have had with you." He looked at her with pure raging desire. "I knew if we were ever intimate, there'd be no going back. I was right. I eat, breathe, sleep and dream you, especially now, with my baby growing in your belly.

Is the world really a better place now that nothing is considered bad? People just do what they want, with anyone. How is that different from what animals do in the wild?

way for new, winter taking away the remnants of the old to clear room for the young growth. Life, in other words, in all its fierce beauty and stark routine. All things went to the soil eventually. It was the way of life.