At my age, I regard each funeral I attend as a personal triumph, because I was not the guest of honor. — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
Beside him a tiny elderly woman was leaning on a cane, studying him with curiosity. Since good manners seemed to require that he speak to her, Jon cast about for some sort of polite conversation pertinent to the occasion. “I… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“What, may I ask, does your one truck contain if not gowns?” Inspiration struck, and Elizabeth smiled radiantly. “Something of great value. Priceless value,”… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“When she was turning the bacon, he came up behind her, his hands settling on her waist as he peered over her shoulder. “That… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“At five minutes to five,Jim walked into Mary's office, wearing his gray sweater and balancing four pieces of birthday cake on two plates. He… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“To have him look at her as if she was a piece of office equipment whose presence offended him but whom he was obliged… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“Am I to assume the Valerie I was introduced to earlier was the Valerie of our greenhouse notes?” He realized his mistake the instant… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“How ‘bout some coffee?” Jake said as he hurried over to the coffee pot on the stove and filled a mug with the remainder… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“He bowed politely to Hortense, who tipped her head toward the elderly gray-haired lady beside her, who seemed to be dozing, her head drooping… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“He finished his meeting a few minutes later and almost rudely ejected his business acquaintances from his library, then he went in search of… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“When I’m under stress,” he emphasized, sliding the magnificent emerald onto her finger, “I buy everything in sight. It took my last ounce of… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
Some people feel love in their hearts, Julie. Some of us feel it all way into our souls. We're the ones who can't forget. — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“Lady Thornton, how very good of you to find the time to pay us a social call! Would it be too pushing of me… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“The truth is that I want you. I have always wanted you, and you know that.” “I hate that word,” she burst out, trying… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
