Quotes About Grace

I learnt my lessons very early on that it's probably a good thing to be humble in victory as well as defeat.

I will never go into a game aggressive because I will cost my team the victory if I am reckless. If I have got a personal vendetta with someone, or I don't like the way someone has done something to me in the game, I am just going to have to get over it.

My progress was rendered delightful by the sylvan elegance of the groves, chearful meadows, and high distant forests, which in grand order presented themselves to view.

For me, glamour has nothing to do with make-up and costumes. Even the most insignificant thing can seem glamorous if viewed with the right perception!

Love forgives all things. You don't even need to ask.

He opened his eyes and focused on her with difficulty. "If I need divine grace," he whispered, "I'm in trouble…unless we can find some corrupt angel to bribe." A startled laugh escaped her. "Don't be blasphemous.

I don't need any trinkets or pictures to remind me of my faith—all I need to do is stare out the window at the woods, and see how beautiful they are.

She wore her best dinner dress, made of silk dyed in a fashionable shade called bois de rose , a deep earthy pink that flattered her fair complexion. It was a severely simple style, with a low square-cut bodice and skirts pulled back tightly to reveal the shape of her waist and hips.

Beatrix had worn her best gown, made of shimmering aniline violet. The bodice was scooped low, revealing a generous expanse of fair skin. Her hair had been curled and swept up with a multitude of pearl-tipped pins- other than that, she wore no adornment.

You look like a butterfly that's just flown in from the garden," Hunt said softly.

You see, Eversby Priory is in good hands: yours. You've changed hundreds of lives for the better, including mine. Whatever the word is for a man who's done all that…it's not 'scapegrace.'" West paused. "My God, I can feel sincerity rising in my chest like a digestive disorder. I have to stop.

Holly's presence in their lives offered a kind of grace neither of them had ever known before. A reminder of innocence. Something happened to you, they discovered, when you were given the unconditional love and trust of a child. You wanted to try to deserve it.

She was already dressed for the day in a simple blue gown, her hair in a loose braid tied with a white ribbon. How apt it was that she'd been named for the showiest of wildflowers, rich and vivid, a gleaming finish to the bloom. Her blue eyes surveyed him with such attentive warmth that he felt a catch in his chest, a dart of pleasure-pain.

When my wrinkles appear," Kathleen said ruefully, "those two will have caused most of them." "That day will be a long time coming." Looking down at her, Devon cupped her face with his hands. "But when it does, you'll be even more beautiful.

Dressed in a lemon-colored gown made of cashmere, with sleeves of a silk so thin it was referred to by dressmakers as peau de papillon , or "butterfly skin," Lily was breathtakingly beautiful.

He undressed before her, dropping his shirt to reveal a tautly muscled torso and a chest covered with with black hair. His big-framed body was clearly built for power rather than elegance. Yet there was something innately graceful about the long lines of muscle and sinew, and the heavy breadth of his shoulders. He was a man who made a woman feel safe, and at the same time, deliciously overpowered.

Lady Helen, who had been accompanied by her husband, Mr. Rhys Winterborne, was far more reserved than the twins. Instead of Pandora's raw and radiant energy, or Cassandra's effervescent charm, she possessed a quality of sweet, patient gravity. With her silver-blonde hair and willowy slenderness, Helen seemed as ethereal as a figure form from a painting by Bougereau.

Thank you," Catherine said, the smile still hovering on her lips. "That is very kind of you, my lord. But I will never dance with you." Which, of course, made it the goal of Leo's life.

In bed she was affectionate and even frolicsome—the previous night she had climbed over him with the grace of a sportive seal, scattering kisses over his chest and shoulders. He had not expected that of her, having known beautiful women in the past who invariably lay back passively to be worshiped. Instead, Annabelle had teased and caressed him...

Do you happen to have a pocket-mirror?" "I'm afraid not. Why?" "I've made you late, which means by now Lady Berwick has sprouted serpents from her head, and I can't look at her directly.

In no time at all, Beatrix appeared. She was wearing a white dress made of thin, flowing layers, the bodice wrapped intricately over the curves of her breasts. The translucence of her chest and upper arms gave her the look of emerging from the white silk.

She cupped him so gently, as if she were handling something dangerously volatile. Which she was. His body was nothing but a container brimming with lust, ready to explode. The primitive part of his brain took obscene satisfaction in the lurid sight of her, a fair-haired nymph, sweetly caressing his cock. The contrast grace and crudeness appealed to him on the most primitive level.

To feel the presence of the Lord is an amazing thing.

Her body turned from side to side—a jewelry-box ballerina, stirred by the wash.