Roseanna M. White Quotes

She was proud, was Rosemary. And stubborn and outspoken and bold and witty and clever, and she looked at things in a way no one else did. He needed her to stay. He needed to hear her opinions, her exasperations. He needed her to point out where his thinking wasn't deep enough, the things he'd forgotten to question . . . He needed her.

Watching you has taught me that a man need not be weak to have a faith, but is made strong by it.

He does always say that sound planning is the backbone of spontaneity.

She was completely alone, only the distant call of a bird telling her a world existed outside of her circle of pain.

Look for the beauty in a thousand silent moments.

I am not sure what this love will do to me, but I will not deny it.

[...] being a gentleman by birth certainly did not make one worthy of the name. Indeed, far too often it seemed to make one the opposite, by promising a man insulation from the consequences of sin.

Whatever He asks of us, whether it be a fortune or a pittance or our time or our devotion, we can be sure it will be painful. Cutting out what stands between us and God always is. But we can also trust that in the giving, we'll gain something far more precious.

Strike some terror into him, Phillip. It would do him some good.

Evil men flourish. The righteous suffer. The Lord never promises we won't - only that He'll sustain us when the tribulation comes.

He ignored the concern in De Wilde's tone and stood. He knew she considered herself his friend. But eventually she'd figure out that it wasn't just that he didn't want any friends right now - he needed not to have them. Because his friends had a bad habit of ending up dead. "Just ducky.

We cannot defeat circumstances with circumstances. When an unforeseen event has crushed us, another cannot make it better.

Let innocence be your mask.
Let your beauty hide your heart.
Let your enemies count you a friend.
Let no one see your true self.

He needed to help. Someone, somehow. He needed to prove, if only in some small way, that he was worthwhile.

He does not ask everyone to give all they have. But if He does, are we willing?
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Your failings cannot be so great that you cannot overcome them with faith in our Lord; he forgave me mine, he will forgive you yours. You have but to desire it.

Yes, he had been every bit as handsome as his posters indicated when she saw him on the street yesterday. And a great deal more - more moody, more intense, more … dangerous.

Her eyes . . . they were much like her father's. They carried within them a knowledge of the storms always rumbling and flashing on the horizon. An understanding of these times, the good and the bad. A . . . a seeing. He didn't know what else to call it. Not a gathering of the facts, of the patterns that he sought. It was something different. Something he couldn't name. But something that made him think she understood things he didn't

You will see. There are boundaries - there always are. But you can find your place within them. Learn how to live within a fence but let your spirit soar.

Never in his life had he met anyone quite like Margot De Wilde.

He blocked her. You'll not dissuade me, Arabelle. I've made up my mind, so just resign yourself to an escort.
I don't need a... a guard dog! She moved to sidestep him in the other direction and, as soon as she shifted to compensate, darted around him on the first.
He was at her side within a step. Woof.

Have you somewhere else to be, George?" "Hmm?" His friend snapped to attention and grinned. "Anywhere but here. No offense intended, old man, but I tire of watching you glower at them. If you don't intend to relinquish Lady Oh to Fairchild, why did you invite him?" "Because he looked so woebegone when I had coffee with him the other day. Mrs. Hampton has not let her granddaughter see anyone but my family these weeks, and apparently the colonel felt her withdrawal acutely." Ben, on the other hand, had been allowed to watch her bruise change color under the rouge. Each shade proved a twist to the knife in his gut. Yes, it would be better for all if Fairchild were given the chance to declare himself. George clapped a hand to his shoulder. "Well, cheer up, my friend. If his expression is any indication, he may propose tonight, and then you will no longer be plagued by indecisiveness, what with him removing all decision from your hands." "Indeed." Blast it.

He'd stolen her heart right out of her chest when she wasn't looking, and she hadn't the foggiest idea how to get it back. And didn't want to. He'd take better care of it than she ever could anyway.

Our faith is the rock we stand on, Willa--but we don't demand anyone else stand here with us. Though if ever you wanted to, there is plenty of room.

The Lord bless King George, convert him... and take him to heaven, as we want no more of him!

Love always has a place.

How fortunate, then, that we serve a God who quickens the dead. Who breathes life into the lifeless. Do you not think that a God who formed man out of dust can form a new creation in you?

Asking for favors puts me in a foul temper."
"Everything puts you in a foul temper."
"That is blatantly untrue. Pretty girls put me in a lovely frame of mind.

Just because a feeling is natural does not mean it should be indulged.

They wouldn't, if they realized that socialist "freedom" involved killing anyone who held a different view. That was no freedom. That was the worst form of tyranny - the kind that lied about what it was.

None of us can change anyone else - not unless they want to do it themselves. " But the Lord could.

What do you think heroism is but doing what needs to be done when the situation tries to prevent it?

And the best sort of villain is smart and subtle and so very tricky that you don't even know he's the villain, because he thinks himself the hero in his own story.

Lord God . . . this is a bad idea. She wasn't weak, not like Camden had said she was.
But she wasn't strong either. Not when it came to him.

It was dark. With her eyes closed and the crying surrounding her and with this gaping hole inside. It was so dark. It had always been dark, but she'd never known it fully. Because she'd never seen that light shining just out of reach. Now she did. She saw it. It was partly Peter, with all his goodness. His nobility and his quiet strength and his silly quirks and his utter niceness. It was partly Peter, shining there. But it was mostly what shone through him.

She gave so freely. Out of her plenty, yes - but not just that. She gave of her heart, of her soul. She gave in her loneliness and she gave in her friendships and she gave in her hurt and her pain.