Your face is marked with lines of life, put there by love and laughter, suffering and tears. It's beautiful. — Lynsay Sands Copy Share Image
Certainly, it is. Love is love, and loss is loss. We all love, and we all die, and everyone suffers the pain of grieving.… — Lynsay Sands Copy Share Image
“How the devil did he get himself caught?" "By being no brighter than you," Suzette snapped before her father could answer. "God, you are… — Lynsay Sands Copy Share Image
“Leigh mentioned that you’re a vet in Winnipeg, here to take some courses to update your skills?” “Yes.” Valerie grimaced. “That was the idea,… — Lynsay Sands Copy Share Image
“Because he is good and kind,” she explained softly, then went on. “Because he treats me like a princess. Because he makes me laugh.… — Lynsay Sands Copy Share Image
“Well you know who's whereabouts is rather important to me," Richard said stiffly. and then pointed out, "And I wouldn't have had to wake… — Lynsay Sands Copy Share Image
“His thoughts died as Anders’s brain caught and held on to one particular sentence that had run through his mind. God, he loved this… — Lynsay Sands Copy Share Image
I'm starved." -Juli "How can you be starved? You just ate a huge bowl of popcorn." -Elspeth "Popcorn isn't food, it's popcorn." -Vicki — Lynsay Sands Copy Share Image
“Have you talked to her?" "What would you have had me say Bastien? Oh, I'm sorry Inez. I didn't mean to bite you, my… — Lynsay Sands Copy Share Image
“He had turned her on her side and was cleaning her wound when she regained consciousness and cried out in pain. Anders automatically slipped… — Lynsay Sands Copy Share Image
Intelligent people know they are intelligent. They also know that one person cannot know all, hence a person is not stupid simply because he… — Lynsay Sands Copy Share Image
“Were you hurt? Is anything broken?” “Nay.” She signed wryly. “But the snow went up me skirts so far me arse is a block… — Lynsay Sands Copy Share Image
“Okay," Christian said with a great show at maintaining his patience. "So you can't dance. But you could at least talk to the woman."… — Lynsay Sands Copy Share Image
