Quote by Connie Brockway Download Open image ““La mala hierba no muere tan fácilmente.”” — Connie Brockway ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.1 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Deja de ser tan obstinada. Si no sabes perdonar, entonces no mereces su amor.” — Isabel Cristina Acuña C Copy Share Image
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“[S]he hardly deserved to be labeled a witch.' 'I find it hard to believe anyone could take such a thing seriously. This isn't the… — Connie Brockway Copy Share Image
“You can’t carry me out your front door in the middle of the day and drop me on the sidewalk!” “I wasn’t going to.”… — Connie Brockway Copy Share Image
“I love you,” she whispered, gazing up into his pale gray eyes. He smiled crookedly, for a moment looking at her with a dazzled… — Connie Brockway 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 times before,… — Connie Brockway Copy Share Image
“Beverly?” she said. “Lady Evelyn.” “Are you a confirmed misogynist or am I special?” His smile was sublime. “My appreciation of the fairer sex… — 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 six rooms… — Connie Brockway 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 waiting outside… — Connie Brockway 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 beat in… — Connie Brockway Copy Share Image
She'd stood by that creed. No softness, because the world wasn't soft; lots of laughter, because if you were in on the joke, the… — Connie Brockway Copy Share Image
“He stood staring down at her a second before raking his hand through his hair. “What the devil am I—Damnation!” “Probably,” Evelyn agreed. He… — Connie Brockway Copy Share Image
