“Robin had never been in love before, which is precisely how he recognized the sensation with such absolute certainty.” — Connie Brockway Absolute certainty Copy Share Image
“He had just brought Richelieu back down to the ground after a frolicsome attempt to touch a cloud with his front hooves.” — Connie Brockway Hooves Copy Share Image
Pain is the only reward for clinging to impossible dreams." (Harry Braxton) — Connie Brockway Copy Share Image
“Better to follow a woman’s example than mindlessly heed the dictates of men.” — Connie Brockway Feminism Copy Share Image
The lower your decolletage, the less the need for conversation. — Connie Brockway Communication Copy Share Image
“Has he ever even said he loved you?" "He's been telling me for years," she said softly, "I just wasn't listening” — Connie Brockway Copy Share Image
“If you forget your lines, you had better mumble with conviction.” — Connie Brockway Advice Copy Share Image
“[S]he hardly deserved to be labeled a witch.' 'I find it hard to believe anyone could take such a thing seriously. This… — Connie Brockway Dark ages Copy Share Image
“Ignorance is never better. I may not like what I learn, but I would rather know the truth than naively give credence… — Connie Brockway Ignorance Copy Share Image
“Do you gamble, Captain MacNeill?” “Never, sir.” “No?” the marquis looked surprised. “Thought you soldiers were all inveterate gamblers.” “Only with our… — Connie Brockway Gamblers Copy Share Image
“War does not ask which of its victims deserves to die and which does not. It is indiscriminate. Innocent as well as… — Connie Brockway Peace Copy Share Image
I am no good without you, Ginesse,” he said. “I spent a lifetime alone, but I never understood loneliness until I was… — Connie Brockway Away from you Copy Share Image
“He wanted her. Her. Nothing could take that away from her. Ever. He wanted her, not the status he thought her purloined… — Connie Brockway Heart Copy Share Image
“The sound of the surf mingled with the wind rushing in his ears, and still it did not drown out the sound… — Connie Brockway Good enough Copy Share Image
“Without remorse she gave good-bye to her fantasies. They'd served their purpose, they'd awoken her heart to its potential. But as far… — Connie Brockway Fantasies Copy Share Image
“And just what sort of gentlemen do you imagine now will be paying me court? ... I see ... In other words,… — Connie Brockway Old man Copy Share Image
“Avery?" she whispered. He gathered her closer, his eyes still closed. "Avery?" "Shh." His voice was low and infinitely sad. "Hush. Tomorrow's… — Connie Brockway Love Copy Share Image
“Marry me,” he said, searching her eyes for some sign, some indication of how to proceed. Her gaze held his. His heart… — Connie Brockway Feeling lost Copy Share Image
“I fear I am once more in your debt, Mr. Owens,” she said, her voice shaking just a bit. “Think nothing of… — Connie Brockway Copy Share Image
“she was as unused to seeing tenderness in a man's eyes as she was to being caught off guard. Admiration? Amusement? Yes.… — Connie Brockway Desire Copy Share Image
She clutched the train ticket tighter and waited for the sense of escape to come over her as it had a dozen… — Connie Brockway Copy Share Image
“Come on, Avery." Fresh tears stained her cheeks. Her voice shook. "Wake up, damn it!" She sobbed, rocking forward and back, her… — Connie Brockway Copy Share Image
I want you cool and regal, earthy and impertinent, spoiling for a fight and abashed at your own temper. I want you… — Connie Brockway Age Copy Share Image
“Where will you go? What will you do?" he demanded. "That need be no concern of yours--" "The hell it isn't!" he… — Connie Brockway Copy Share Image
“He stopped. She heard the intake of his breath. “You are my country, Desdemona.” Yearning, harsh and poignant and she felt herself… — Connie Brockway Copy Share Image
“It looks fine, Beverly.” “I grow faint at such praise.” “Don’t let it go to your head. We still have, what? Another… — Connie Brockway Copy Share Image
“Will you honor your note, Mr. Powell?” she asked, ignoring his nonsense. He leaned back, his hands curling around the edge of… — Connie Brockway Copy Share Image
“ "Do you know,” his gaze speared her where she stood, “that since I have loved you, I have not regretted one… — Connie Brockway Copy Share Image
“No mask you might don, whether cast in gold or comprised of dust, can disguise you from me. In a thousand ways… — Connie Brockway Breath Copy Share Image
“How can you love me?” she asked, forcing herself to say the words that would kill the tenderness in his eyes. “You… — Connie Brockway Fall in love Copy Share Image
“They locked him in the stockade for four days. No other prisoners occupied the other cells that ran the length of the… — Connie Brockway Prisoners Copy Share Image