All Quotes By Tag: Romance

“Torrens kicked at the door until it was finally opened. The farm couple and three youngsters had been eating breakfast in the common room. The yard dog would have bounded in had not Torrens kicked the door shut.’I want a bed. Quilts. A hot drink. I am a doctor. This woman is my patient.’The farm couple was terrified. The look on the face of Torrens cut short any questions. They did as he ordered. One of the children ran to fetch his medical kit from the cart. The woman motioned for Torrens to set Caroline on a straw pallet. The farmer kept his distance, but his wife, shyly, fearffully, ventured closer. She glanced at Torrens, as if requesting his permission to help. Between them, they made Caroline as comfortable as they could.Torrens knelt by the pallet. Caroline reached for his hand. ‘Leave while you can. Do not burden yourself with me.”A light burden.”I wish you to find Augusta.”You have my promise.”Take this.’ Caroline had slipped off a gold ring set with diamonds. ‘It was a wedding gift from the king. It has not left my finger since then. I give it to you now – ‘ Torrens protested, but Caroline went on – ‘not as a keepsake. You and I have better keepsakes in our hearts. I wish you to sell it. You will need money, perhaps even more than this will bring. But you must stary alive and find my child. Help her as you have always helped me.”We shall talk of this later, when you are better. We shall find her together.”You have never lied to me.’ Caroline’s smile was suddenly flirtacious. ‘Sir, if you begin now, I shall take you to task for it.’Her face seemed to grow youthful and earnest for an instant. Torrens realized she held life only by strength of will.’I am thinking of the Juliana gardens,’ Caroline said. ‘How lovely they were. The orangerie. And you, my loving friend. Tell me, could we have been happy?”Yes.’ Torrens raised her hand to his lips. ‘Yes. I am certain of it.’Caroline did not speak again. Torrens stayed at her side. She died later that morning. Torrens buried her in the shelter of a hedgerow at the far edge of the field. The farmer offered to help, but Torrens refused and dug the grave himself. Later, in the farmhouse, he slept heavily for the first time since his escape. Mercifully, he did not dream.Next day, he gave the farmer his clothing in trade for peasant garb. He hitched up the cart and drove back to the road. He could have pressed on, lost himself beyond search in the provinces. He was free. Except for his promise.He turned the cart toward Marianstat.”

“My ex calls the ochre winter ‘autumn’ as we queue to hear dock boys play jazz fugues in velvet dark.— Broken Verses”

“You really shouldn’t have come,” Lord Blackthorne said, his hand slipping across my faceto cup my jaw, fingers brushing my cheek. I shrieked, shrinking back and kicking at my captorwith stocking-covered feet. “Such a pretty child, in such an ugly place. Tell me, do you thinkyour dear husband would mind if I stole a kiss from the bride?”Kicking him in the shin, I spun, making him release me. I climbed off whatever I’d landedon, aiming my palms out and wishing that I could see what the heck was happening. Flamesfrom dozens of candles blinked at me as they lit with the power of my mind. Lord Blackthornetouched my shoulder, his other hand curving around the bodice of my gown, toying with thebeading along the neckline.”

“An editorial in the Los Angeles Times [1923] wistfully asked, ‘Will eating chestnuts by crackling log fires become one of the lost arts preserved by a devoted people only in poetry and romance?”

“Lucus?”She found him on the bed in the master suite, lying with his arms crossed behind his head, glaring at the ceiling as though it had done him wrong in some way.”

“Samson’s grace and surefootedness at breakneck paces was the closest Roxleigh had ever come to some semblance of peace in his life. His head was never clearer, his nerves were never calmer, and his mind was never more unbound than when he rode Samson. He listened to the horse’s steady breathing, the exertion of his exhalations, and the steady beat of his hooves, punctuated by the swift silence of the jumps and the exclamation of the landing, like a staccato symphony. His mind unfurled its stressed tethers with the smooth action of Samson at full speed.”

“a person who tries to use reasoning to explain faith gets lost in the wilderness of incomprehension.”

“The purpose of life is to nurture joy, which involves those aspects of humanity that enrich the soul.”

“It was one thing to be fooled, and another thing to be taken for a fool all the time.”

“Love and hate when stretched to their extremes blind reasoning.”

“He learned…never to show his anger or hatred against a stronger adversary, for fear of being crushed.”

“A nationalist will blindly follow his country to his death out of love for it. A patriot will stand up for and even against his country to his death out of love for it.”

“We are truly human when we live for a purpose far above ourselves; but most people prefer to identify with an entity for the sake of belonging; thereby subjecting themselves to the spirit of collective selfishness that is only found in groups.”

“The people’s hero does not only have to be someone in possession of the scepter of power. It can be anyone capable of giving unity, prosperity, security, peace and a sense of worthiness to his people. Such a figure gets elevated to the status of a revered hero with the human touch if he imparts a sense of oneness on a multi-racial, multi-ethnic and multi-religious group; especially a diverse people who have been fighting one another for years and centuries…”

“My patria vera or true fatherland is the place that enriches my soul.”