Lorraine Heath Quotes

And while she pretended he was someone else, he would pretend she had no reason to imagine he was anyone other than who he was.

If it pleases you.
And in his wprds, as always, Kate heard the echo of I love you.

Has any woman ever touched you?" she asked as she splayed her fingers over his thigh.
"No."
"Do you want a woman to touch you?"
"No."
She stilled, and Clay pushed himself up. He cradled her check in his palm. "I want you to touch me.

But life was precarious and opportunities were never guaranteed.

They fell into con­tem­pla­tive si­lence until Jack asked, "Do you think un­mar­ried women fan­ta­size?"

Luke looked up. "About what?"

"About bed­ding."

"No. They wouldn't know where to begin."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why wouldn't they know where to begin?"

"Be­cause they don't know the first thing about what goes on be­tween a man and a woman."

"Once they've learned they could fan­ta­size."

"Pos­si­bly."

"So Lady Cather­ine isn't a vir­gin.

Somewhere to take shelter from the elements but not the storms of life.

Come now, Olivia, where's your sense of humor?" Jack asked.
"It made a hasty departure when you entered my life.

Will it fade? The tattoo?"
"No."
"Why would you want it on your shoulder like that, something that will
forever be there?"
"As I recall, I was quite drunk at the time and thought it a good idea."
"Why a dragon?"
"Symbolic. We all face dragons in one way or another, at one time or
another."
"So it's not a good thing."
"Depends whether or not we slay them. It all made perfect sense
when I was drunk."
"Did you slay yours?"
"I thought so at the time.

"No."
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Brittles stood at attention until Jack looked at him, then he bowed slightly. "I'm sorry to disturb you, sir, but an Inspector Swindler from Scotland Yard wishes to speak with you. Are you home?"
"Of course, I'm home, man. I'm sitting right here.

Why couldn't women understand that hate could not hurt if there was no semblance of love?

You are now in league with the devil, my lady. May you rest easier at night than I

Sometimes having the dream makes you more content than having the reality.

Meg forgot about cautioning him to be quiet. She forgot about everything but watching the care with which he wrapped a blanket around Mama Warner before gingerly lifting her into his arms and cradling her against his chest.
"Comfortable?" he asked.
"You know how to hold a woman so she feels precious. Makes me wish I was sixty years younger.

Shame, when she was younger, had stopped her. Fear, as she grew older, trapped the truth within her.

I'm never touching her again," Austin swore.
"You'll touch her," his brothers said in unison.

If I have learned one thing in my life, it is that lamentation and regrets only make things worse. A person must move on, move forward but never forget the past, but learn from it. If you ponder the 'if onlys' of life, they will drive you mad.

One did not complain about having in abundance that which others wished desperately to obtain.

Jake was hurting, emotionally and physically, and he was exhausted. He stared at her in wonder.
"You're going to name him after me?"
"I don't see any other father in this house."
Ignoring the pain throbbing in his hands, he drew her close, holding onto her tightly. It was the most precious gift she could have given him.

He wondered if his own child would like to
have a dog, then shook off the thought. He was years
away from having a child. He needed a wife first - and
obtaining her would be far more trouble than obtaining
a mistress. Here, he had yet to get a mistress.

Life is a journey, Frannie darling," Feagan had once told me. "Choose well those with whom you travel."
As always, I've followed Feagan's counsel.

Holding his daughter close with one arm, he pointed toward the distant horizon. "As far as you can see - it all belongs to you, Faith. Someday, I'll take you to the top of a windmill and teach you to dream. When you reach for some of those dreams, you might fall ... but your mother and I will be there to catch you because that's what love means: always being there. I love you, little girl." He pressed a kiss to his daughter's cheek. "So much ... it hurts. But I reckon that's part of love, too."
-Dallas

She'd been a silly girl then, full of childish dreams. Sometimes she missed that young girl.

A man always has a choice

...When she'd skillfully turned it back towards the herd, Rebecca lifted an arm to wave at Jake, her smile vis­ible even from this distance. He felt a familiar tightening in his loins. How many times had he watched her ride across the Lazy A, experienced the same stirrings, and rid­den away so she'd never know what his true feelings were? He didn't have to ride away today. He could watch her graceful movements to his heart's content.

Miss Velvet."
"Lord, darlin'. You're the only man in this state who would tip his hat to a whore." She ushered the other women along and stopped beside Jake. "You haven't been back to see me, darlin'."
"No, ma'am."
"You won't be coming back to see me, will you?"
He shook his head. "No, ma'am. I won't."
She smiled, a warm, pretty smile. "It's just as well. A man like you, darlin', shouldn't have to pay a woman. You take care of yourself now, you hear?"
He returned her smile. "Yes, ma'am. I will."
She reached out, touching the raised comer of his mouth with the tip of her finger. "Lord, darlin', I don't know how any woman could walk away from that smile.

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You think the only battles fought are done so with rifles, and the only wounds that kill draw blood. You think courage is loud, boisterous, and proud. Mrs. Warner, I don't think you have a clue as to what this memorial truly represents.
-Clay to Meg

Dallas to Cordelia:
You were my dream, Dee. I just didn't know it.The part of me that I was always searching for.

Miss Carson, you need to step outside and slap me again. The side you hit is mostly dead. You need to hit the other side of my face so I can feel it like I should.

There's a difference between being good and doing bad things. Sometimes, a person does something because he doesn't have a choice. He might not like what he did ... but it doesn't make him bad.

Hell of a thing when a man's hatred for another is greater than his love for his grandchild.

A pity we cannot pick and choose what we remember.

I told you to stay off that goddamn horse, but you wouldn't listen! And I paid the price for your stubbornness. For forty-three days I traveled through hell, wanting that woman like I've never wanted anything in my life. For forty-three days, I drew your goddamn brand in the dirt to remind myself that she belonged to you, that she deserved the best of men. Think what you want of me, but never for one goddamn minute think less of her because you forced her into my company.
-Houston to Dallas

She angled her chin proudly. "Very well. If you insist.
I've come to invite you to my wedding."
He shook his head sadly. "That I cannot do, my
love."
"But it shall be the talk of London. I want you there.
Desperately."
He gazed out to the sea. "I never thought you to be
cruel, Tess. I can deny you nothing. But please don't
ask this of me."
"But if you're not there, my dear, dear Leo, then
however shall I marry you?
She watched as the shock of her words rippled
over his beloved features.
"Me? But you always said no when I asked for your
hand."
"I was a foolish woman. Lynnford was the love of my
youth. And as we have talked these many weeks as
we've not been able to talk in years, so we
discovered that neither of us is the person that each
of us fell in love with. We were holding onto someone
who no longer exists." She took a tentative step
toward him. "You love me as I am now. And I shall love
you always. Marry me, Leo. For God's sake, marry
me.

There is little I can expound on when the truth is spoken.

He heard a soft voice calling him and turned towards it, trying to focus the vision before him. It wasn't his mother. If he weren't so tired, he would have smiled. He hadn't expected to find an angel in Hell.
The angel, her image blurred, a whiteness surrounding her, would understand. The angel would know.
"Why couldn't she love me?" he asked. The angel's answer was garbled. He strained to understand the words, not all his senses failed him as he slipped back into the abyss on the edge of Hell.
And the angel knelt down beside the bed and wept.

Gloating with witnesses is so much more enjoyable.

It hurts to cry," she said, her voice raspy.
"It hurts worse not to."
"Did you cry?"
"For four days straight."
"Is that how long it took you to bury them?"
"Yes, ma'am," he said in a voice that sounded like stone grating against stone.

You know the legend, lady, but you don't know the man. And damn if I'm not tempted to introduce you to the man.

Yes, well, I'm not at all surprised by that revelation, but you see I'm making love to her and that requires a certain finesse, which I doubt your father has the wherewithal to possess.

He didn't know how one's flesh prickled when fear took hold. He didn't understand what it was like to gaze into the future and know that it would be nothing more than a dark and lonely place.

Once they were beyond hearing, Miss Darling said, "The upstairs is rather boring. It's only bedchambers."
"I've never found bedchambers to be boring.

But you also admitted to her being in the shadows and not having a clear view of him."
"What would be his motive?"
"Perhaps he saw me kissing Mary."
"Killing the man for kissing your betrothed seems a bit drastic."
I would, he thought, surprised by the vehement behind the words.

If you ever put yourself in harm's way like that again, I'll put you over my knee."
"And do what?" she asked indignantly.
He lifted his gaze to hers, and she saw the worry in his eyes, before he smiled.
"Kiss your bare bottom.

Her delicate brows drew together. "As a rancher, surely he knows how to ride a horse."
"He can ride just fine. He took it into his head that he could break this rangy mustang, and it broke him instead."
-Houston and Amelia

Closing his eyes, he saw every smile that Rebecca had ever directed his way and knew a pang of regret. He would have liked to have held her in his arms one last time before he died.

He brought you back. He can steal anything he wants.

Fascinating. He'd never known a woman who didn't take up
residence in front of a looking glass. "Why have you an aversion to
gazing in the mirror?"
"Because within a mirror I can't avoid looking into my own eyes. The
life I've lived is reflected in my eyes and there are parts of it that I wish
to forget."
"Yet, it has made you the fascinating woman you are.

Dreams were the stepping stones to glory.
By pursuing them, he had attained a level of success that exceeded most men's reach and acquired all that he had set out to gain: Land, cattle, and wealth beyond his highest expectations.
Yet, desperation gnawed at him like a starving dog that had just discovered a buried bone, and as he gazed at the stars that blanketed the velvety sky, he felt as though he had achieved nothing.

In my world travels, I saw a good many varieties of butterflies. They're incredibly delicate creatures, but they shouldn't be underestimated. Observing them as I did, I learned a valuable lesson. Sometimes if you surround a butterfly too closely, it couldn't fly if it wanted to.

I appreciate all the trouble you went to in order to ensure my survival."
"Purely selfish, I assure you."
"Because you need me to oversee your household?"
"Because I need you to marry. Men tend to frown at the notion of marrying someone who isn't breathing.

Create a fog within a fog

Dodger knelt beside Sterling. "Greystone, you have to understand we come from the streets. When Frannie was a young girl, we weren't able to stop someone from hurting her very badly. The four of us swore an oath that we'd die before we let anyone harm her again. It's a vow we will keep."
Sterling lay where he was long after Dodger left. He had been correct about one thing: they did love her.

The skies were overcast. As the carriage rumbled along, Rafe watched the shadows weave in and out, dance over and around her as she gazed out the window. And blast it all if he didn't envy their ability to touch her so lightly.

It seems melancholy weather."
"I prefer to think of it more as weather designed for reflection."
"You are the eternal optimist.

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He cradled her face between his hands, angled his mouth over hers, and welcomed the bliss she offered. Boldly, she gave her tongue the freedom to roam within his mouth. She sighed. He moaned.
He thought a man could become spoiled touching a woman. He might never want to touch stone again. Stone wasn't warm. It didn't alter its shape with the gentlest of pressures. Stone didn't breathe so he could feel its moisture on his face. Rocks didn't make soft sounds that he'd carry with him until the day he died.

You married me thinking I would force myself on you?"
"I married you knowing that women have very little say in how they are treated.

From the corner of her eye, she watched Clay walk to his wagon, where he'd find no shade.
Isolated.
Alone.
How simple it would be to prepare him a plate and walk to the wagon to give it to him.
How difficult to step into his world of loneliness.

Ah, Loree," he whispered near her ear. "You should hear the music."
-Austin

With a book, she could at least visit with people, even if it was vicariously, even if they didn't exist beyond someone's imagination.

I don't trust good fortune that comes so easily. There is always a price to be paid, Frannie. Always." He gave her a cocky grin. "I want to know the price before I have to pay it.

Ainsley cleared his throat. "Allow me to apologize for my brother. He's not been himself since he returned home."
"With all due respect, Your Grace, I suspect he's being exactly himself. He's just simply no longer the person you knew before he left.

A sound startled him, and to his everlasting irritation, his body jerked. The nurse was standing at the foot of the bed. Did they all have to creep around? He was going to insist bells be sewn onto everyone's clothes so he was aware of them approaching.

If she made a cake for him, she'd use salt in place of sugar-and lots of it.

E are not a reflection of others' behavior, only our own.

He took the hand that wasn't holding the bou­quet of wildflowers and stared at it, holding it so tightly that she thought he might crack her bones. Then his hold gentled. He slipped a gold ring onto her finger and lifted his gaze to hers.

"I'm not a brave man; I'll never be a hero, but I love you more than life itself, and I will until the day I die. With you by my side, I'm a better man than I've ever been alone. I'm scared to death that I'll let you down, but I won't run this time. I'll stand firm and face the challenge and work hard to see that you never have any regrets. You told me once that you wanted to share a corner of my dream. Without you, Amelia, I have no dream. With you, I have everything I could ever dream of wanting."

Tears burned her eyes as he glanced back at the preacher. "I'm done."

-Houston to Amelia as his wedding vow.

How could he give her so much, yet leave her so little.

Memories don't age

What do you want want to be remembered for?" she asked tartly.
He slowly shook his head. "I just want to be remembered.

The one thing I learned in my youth as a grave robber was that everyone looks the same when they're dead. We're all equal then. So when I meet a chap, sitting on his high horse, I imagine him dead. He's not quite so intimidating then.

Fewer candles flickered. Fewer words were spoken. Fewer breaths were taken.

She's as beautiful as her mother." He lifted his gaze to his wife's. "I'm never gonna touch you again."
Amelia looked at Cordelia. "Will you take her now?" Gingerly, Cordelia wrapped the child within her arms. "I mean it this time," Houston said.
"I know you do," Amelia said as she touched his cheek.

Even arguing with you is better than not having you around to argue with."
Rafe looked over at Sebastian. "Does he always talk this much?"
"Afraid so, but every now and then he does say something worth listening to.

He skidded to a dead halt and stared hard at Austin. The boy's chin carried so many nicks from his first shave that it was a wonder he hadn't bled to death. He was a year older than Houston had been when he'd last stood on a battlefield. Sweet Lord, Houston had never had the opportunity to shave his whole face; he'd never flirted with girls, wooed women, or danced through the night. He'd never loved.
Not until Amelia.
And he'd given her up because he'd thought it was best for her. Because he had nothing to offer her but a one-roomed log cabin, a few horses, a dream so small that it wouldn't cover the palm of her hand.
And his heart. His wounded heart.

Sometimes little is better than nothing at all.

Life was a strange circle. She tried not to decipher it, but rather to accept it as it came.

You can't imagine how much it hurts to be ignored by people ... you respect. You don't know how loud the silence is or how deeply it cuts. It's bad enough watching the hatred touch my brothers. I'd rather die than see it touch you.

Because I would very much like to kiss you, Miss Darling, and unlike you, I'm not in the habit of taking what rightfully belongs to someone else.

How could my heart be so wrong?"
"Because it was such a young heart.

She tiptoed her fingers along his back. "Were you really making love to me?"
He rolled back over onto her. "If you have to ask, then I'm obviously not doing it well enough. Let me try a bit more diligently before I go searching for a dragon.

sometimes, silence can be very loud

You deserve better than a man who requires reforming.

Sighing, she looked out at the fog. It was like life, preventing her from seeing what was beyond reach. She wasn't unhappy. She simply felt that something important was missing from her life

Wait here, Miz Meg, and we'll holler when we're undressed and under the covers. We know it don't bother you seein' our backsides since you're a widow and all, but it'd sure bother us ... even though you've seen em before. We kinda like to keep 'em to ourselves

his way across the slanted roof over the

You don't know how loud the silence is or how deeply it cuts.

He look back toward the dance floor and greeted his teeth. She was in Tristan's arms moving gracefully in rhythm with the music. Tristan with cutting quite a swath through the ladies, he knew it shouldn't grate that his brother was dancing with Mary. Tristan knew more than he knew any of the others. It was expected. But still he didn't like the way Tristan watched her through hooded eyes. But then Tristan caught his gaze an issue a silent challenge: cut in. I dare you.

Stop your complaining," Sterling demanded, before Frannie could reply. "I'll have you know I've paid good money to have beautiful ladies towel me off."
She jerked her head around to look at him, and a charming blush crept up her cheeks.
He grinned at her. "Some foreign countries have lovely customs.

Meg felt her heart lurch. It bothered her that the twins realized that she hated their brother. The words coming from their innocent mouths sounded so ugly.

What's your conscience?" "It's a meeting place for the things your heart feels and the things your head knows.

Was a sadness so profound that the mind sought escape into fantasy?

I don't care," Livy stated emphatically. "I don't care if our marriage is nullified. As for our children, they will be loved and they will be taught to laugh at society's rules when they don't suit them. They will have your strength of conviction, Jack, and your mother's strength of purpose. We will all honor her. She was a remarkable woman. I wish I'd had an opportunity to know her. She gave me something very precious. "I love you, Jack Dodger. I love you with all my heart and soul. If I must live with you without benefit of marriage, so be it. I shall do it with no regrets and with an amazing amount of pride that you've chosen me to stand at your side. And when I go to hell, I shall gladly dance with you.

You must love her very much to be willing to do all this." He twisted his head slightly and held her gaze. "I'm not doing anything for her that I've not done for her before.

He wondered briefly what it was like to dream. He never did. Possibly because he so seldom slept. He was obsessed with obtaining all the wealth he could, burning the midnight oil as often as possible. It protected a person from having to do things he didn't want to do.

I think your
mother loves Leo."
"I don't know if she loves him enough."
"What would be enough?"
"To give up on the promise of love from another.

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Claybourne grabbed his arm, stopping his forward movement. "Do we have a plan?"
"Get Emma out alive and I don't care who the hell dies in the bloody process." Breaking free of the hold, Swindler began running toward the gate.
"I do hope he's not including us in the 'who the hell dies' arena," he heard Greystone mutter.
"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you," Dodger responded. "I do believe the man's in love.

He stirred the fire, and when he spoke, his voice blended in with the roar of the fire's blaze. "I want tonight, Maddie." He twisted his body away from the fire until his attention was focused entirely on her. "Tell me you don't love me, and I'll sleep on the other side of the fire. Otherwise, I intend to take tonight.

Could love have only one side to it and still be love?

I can't help the way they are, but I'll be damned before I become like them.

When I was much younger and lived in Claybourne's residence, Luke's
grandfather arranged an afternoon tea in the garden with a few of the
girls my age. They arrived in coaches and carriages and they were so
beautiful. Their laughter was soft and sweet, so very different from the
harsh laugher in the rookeries. I thought, 'Oh my goodness, I'm going to
be like them.'
"They hurt me that day without touching me. They taught me that
words can slice like a knife. They wanted to know about life in the
rookeries, and I made the mistake of telling them that I slept with Luke
and Jack and Jim. And sometimes at night, I still slept with Luke. They
made it into something ugly. It was really rather innocent. To lie in the
circle of someone's arms while you sleep can be very, very nice. But I
never slept with them again. Never told them why. Those girls took that
from me. And I let them.

Please," Meg whispered. "I don't want any trouble here."
He released his hold on her. As though she might say something further, she parted her lips slightly. Then she walked out of the church.
"Touch her again, and I'll kill you," Daniel said.
Clay wondered if he should tell her brother that he'd be doing him a favor if he killed him ... because his heart had just died.