Lisa Tawn Bergren Quotes

My kingdom for a flush toilet.

How much did we do in life that was the result of what others around us demanded? Rather than what God was calling us to do?

We all belong to Him, from the cradle to the grave, whether we know it or not. And He'll see justice done in His own time and in His own way. Now if we trust in Him, that's all we have to think about. I'm not saying it's easy. I'm just saying it's what I think we're go do.

Because never had I hated another human being more than I hated Paratore in that moment.

If I live in fear of what might be, how can I truly live my life to the full in the present? And if I do not give myself to the day, to hope, to life, what do I miss?

There is no place for fear, Ailith," Niero said, easily reading it in our faces. "Guard against it. The presence of fear denies the power of the Maker and invites the enemy to use it for his own purposes. And where the Maker sends us, we are to go in complete trust. We have been called." He put out his hand, using the leading phrase our trainer had always used. We all placed our hands atop his. "And we shall answer," we said as one.

Nothing like the tour to show people how poorly they fit together.

And then we were gone, cascading back to the future.

For the first time that day, I felt as if I could breathe. As if this, this was what God was leading me to. Waiting, abiding, resting. Enjoying what was rather than fearing what might be or resenting what had come before.

Fantasizing about an Italian hottie was far better than my normal dreams.

I think the trick to living fully," I said, thinking through each word, "is to appreciate what we have, day by
day, regardless of what we know might come our way." I took a breath and slowly looked from one of my
parents to the other. "If I live in fear of what might be, how can I truly live my life to the full in the present? And
if I do not give myself to the day, to hope, to life, what do I miss?" I raised my eyebrows and shook my head.
"Life itself, I think. At least the way I wanna live it.

We are well," Hugh said, looking me over with more intensity than seemed proper. "And you?"
"I'm well, thank you," I said, lying through my teeth. I'd been better the day I took to my bed with measles.

Beautiful Savior, King of creation, Son of God, and Son of Man! Truly I love Thee, Truly I serve Thee Light of my soul, my joy, my crown. Fair are the meadows, fair are the woodlands, Robed in flow'rs of blooming spring

God," she said, her tone gently reproving, "brought Mr.Kensington to you, and with him, a world of potential. As I see it, each of our lives is a journey, Miss Cora. A path that takes us over the mountain or down through a dark valley. But He never abandons us. Never. That is how He cares for us - walking with us every step of the way.

One man's poison is another's elixir.

Courage is not the absence of fear, but the decision that something is more important than fear.

And isn't part of your life doing something with the gifts God has given you?

His eyes opened, and he stared at me. The morning light was streaming through the window,and my hair rolled in waves over either shoulder.
God has smiled upon me. I have the most beautiful wife in all the land.

I believe this country has already been painted by the hand of God. We can cover it over with our own creations, but it will merely mar what is already perfect

Were they laughing at me? I forced myself to block them from my mind, to concentrate on the lake, the water. What were they to me? People I met today, that was all. We shared blood. The One who mattered to me still found me worthy, still loved me, whether I knew when to curtsy properly or not.

God calls us to life, to love, to healing. We merely have to find our way home.

I read once that courage is not the absence of fear, but the decision that something is more important than that fear.

We are attempting to play God, when maybe God put us
here in the first place." Father Tomas's words by the stream came back to me. I could see his stick in the
river, the water dividing on either side. "We can only move forward with what we have been given. Negotiate
the river of life. Of time. And we've been given this," I pleaded, waving at our circle. "Family. Love. Joy. Life.
Can we not embrace it, for as long as we have it? Isn't it what we all most dearly want, deep down?

We all have freedom of choice. Over and over again, minute by minute. How will you live your life? For yourself Or for others? For something good? For love? Love.

Fear is not of the Lord. It is of the Enemy. Do not give in to it.

I'd been brief with her, not wanting her to stress over me and Lia. I mean, she knew I'd narrowly escaped death in freeing Lia from Castel o Paratore, but she didn't know all of the details. That, like, I'd almost been killed a dozen times. You just didn't tell your mom that kind of thing - not if you were trying to keep her from rushing you off to some safe tower.

Fortes fortuna adiuvat, Marcello had said to his men. Fortune favors the brave, the bold.

Money. Man is always motivated by money, my dad said to me once. It can work for us, or it can enslave us. Even when we have much, we feel like we need more. No matter how much we have.

If I wasn't so happy he was alive, I would've killed him.

Without sorrow, 'tis difficult to know the full threshold of joy.

Rodolfo lifted Alessandra's hand to his lips and kissed it. 'I have loved you, Alessandra. Do not forget that. Thank you ... thank you for loving me.' She wept, curling her head in toward his good shoulder. 'Do not leave me, Rodolfo. Do not leave us. Chiara ... and the baby ...

He moved to kiss my forehead, my eyes, my cheeks, my lips for several long, searching moments.
Right then, I wished we could stay together. Forever.

Okay, try this on for size, Tall, Dark and Handsome. I won't be born for almost seven hundred hundred years. How's that strike you?

Lia let out a low growl and moved her arrow to the base of his fat throat. "What do you think, Gabi? Would you like to see these nuptials through?"
"Not this day," I said
"How about on the morrow?" Marcello asked, smiling and lifting my hand to his lips. "If I am your groom?"
"Hold that eHarmony thought," Lia whispered in English. "We gotta get out of here.

Prayer is prayer, regardless of where you are.

Sometimes the heart tells us to venture where the mind fears to tread.

Sometimes fear is something we must battle through. Other times it's something the Lord gives us to warn us to take heed.

You can't be any earthly good if your head is always in the heavens.

I'm an introvert who can fake being an extrovert. I love people, but they exhaust me.

I was hedging. I had no idea about what would happen if I told him something about the future.
Like that Siena would face a plague within a few years. And that Florence would eventually rule them.
What would happen if I let such things slip? All sorts of time/space continuum stuff might come crashing down. Or maybe it wouldn't.
I should've watched more Star Trek as a kid.

An armed woman will be more of a target knights on the prowl.
and unarmed women can find themselves without defines

PRONUNCIATION GUIDE:

Ailith: A-lith ("noble war"; "ascending, rising")
Andriana: An-dree-ana, or Dree, for "Dri" ("warrior")
Asher: Ash-er ("happy one")
Azarel: Ah-zah-rell ("helper")
Bellona: Bell-oh-na ("warlike")
Chaza'el: Chazah-ell ("one who sees")
Kapriel: Kah-pree-ell (variant of "warrior")
Keallach: Key-lock ("battle")
Killian: Kill-ee-un ("little warrior"--though he's not so little in my novel!)
Raniero: Rah-near-oh ("wise warrior")
Ronan: Row-nun ("little seal"; I know. Not as cool, right? But he was named Duncan at first draft and I had to change it due to publisher request, and "Ronan" sounded like a medieval, cool warrior name to me. I overlooked the real translation in favor of the man he became in my story. And that guy, to my mind, is more like a warrior, with the spray of the sea upon his face as he takes on the storm--which is like a seal!)
Tressa: Tre-sah ("late summer")
Vidar: Vee-dar ("forest warrior")

Only one sort of man is worse than an Italian when it comes to their appetite for women."
"Oh? And what is that?"
"A Frenchmen.

Loyalty is not loyalty unless one clings to it in the face of adversity. No?

And sometimes, sometimes, wanting things, wishing for, working for them, is a good thing. Otherwise, we become nothing but spoiled boys and girls frustrated that we don't get every new toy we see.

I nodded, pretending to be a hundred times more courageous than I felt.
But that was the thing about courage. Sometimes you had to fake it to feel it.

It mattered not where they were married. It only mattered that they were together and never parted again.

You are one of the wealthiest women of the city, Gabriella.'
I smiled. Because like, two months ago, I was begging Mom to borrow thirty bucks for a sweater.
Rich. I could get into that.

He hesitated, as if wrestling with the desire to cross the space between us and kiss me until I admitted I was just a tiny bit in love with him too. But he didn't. He didn't.

My eyes shifted to the trickling river. Come spring, it would be ten times as wide and just as deep. On and on it went, rushing toward the distant horizon. Like time. Like life. Sometimes gently falling from one pool into the other, other times fast and cascading, and still other times narrowing into a funnel, a torrent of knots and waves.

But I've come to believe ... to think ... well, all God asks of us is to do our best, from morning until night. He does not expect us to do things that only He can accomplish, only what we've been given to do, and to trust Him with the rest.