Historical-romance Quote by Heather King Download Open image ““I sincerely pity the poor man you marry. I doubt he’ll have a moment’s peace.”” — Heather King ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.3 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare Historical-romance Peace Poor man Regency Romance novel
“When you marry a woman out of pity, then its a pity that you'll send her away very soon.” — Michael Bassey Johnson Copy Share Image
“I am marrying the finest man I have ever known.” “It will cost you dear,” he warns. “It would be worse to lose him.” — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
“I never said I didn't want to marry. It just didn't happen-Iam not the sort of lady a man chooses to marry, for I am too plain and too serious. Now I am reconciled to being on my own.” — Tracy Chevalier Copy Share
“Nearly everyone I meet expresses deep sympathy about the fact that I have never married. Sometimes I wonder why.” — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
“Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life, and, to be short, what not that's sweet and happy.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“People who don't marry miss both the pelting hardships of marriage and its warm rewards.” — Ada Calhoun Copy Share Image
“It's a pity you are so poor & plain. And a shame you have such intelligence & spirit, Miss Middleton. You might otherwise make… — M.R.C. Kasasian Copy Share Image
“And if you must sacrifice yourself, do that by marrying me. I’m not an easy man. You’ll earn your martyr’s crown before you’re done.… — Anna Campbell Copy Share Image
“He says marriage is a continuous inevitable confrontation that can be resolved only through death.” — Elizabeth Mckenzie Copy Share Image
“silly man. I know the man I am marrying is destined for great things, as the many remarkable things he has done thus far… — Melissa de la Cruz Copy Share Image
“I do not want to marry you or anyone else. I am not a marrying man.” — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
“Marry me knowing that there may be struggles and sadness, and that we, with each other’s love, will find strength and joy in one… — Christi Caldwell Copy Share Image
“If I've made any "progress" it's that now I know I'll be an alcoholic till the day I die, and that is both my… — Heather King Copy Share Image
Christ-as always, the model-never sat back, crossed his arms, and dismissed the annoying, the troublesome, or the unpromising. He never name-called, never judged, never treated a single person with contempt. Christ talked to everybody, he mingled with everybody, he shared his message with everybody, and he also loved everybody. So don't count the cost with anybody either. We don't waste… — Heather King Copy Share
“Like the rest of the world, they seemed to have figured out something I didn't know - where they'd come from, where they were… — Heather King Copy Share Image
Prayer is like practicing the piano or ballet or writing: you have to bring your body for a very long time, in spite of your body’s frailties and conflicts and general revolt, and then one day your body is not separate any more. You’ve in a sense become the piano or the dance or the word or the prayer. The… — Heather King Copy Share
“one of my biggest illusions was that other people were meant to assuage my anxiety by filling some lack that I was responsible for filling myself. If I wanted to give, the giving had to be “for fun and for free.” The giving couldn’t be out of guilt, nor because I secretly wanted to get something back, nor because I… — Heather King Copy Share
“My heart was beating so hard that for a second I thought I might pass out. It was like revisiting the hole where you'd… — Heather King Copy Share Image
I didn’t want to hear that people lived happily ever after. I wanted to know that other people suffered, too. — Heather King Copy Share Image
There's nothing inherently interesting about being a drunk -- in fact, quite the contrary. — Heather King Copy Share Image
“We're called to speak to people to whom we often don't feel like speaking; to refrain from surrounding ourselves with people "just like us,"… — Heather King Copy Share Image
“I once heard a sober alcoholic say that drinking never made him happy, but it made him feel like he was going to be… — Heather King Copy Share Image
I had no idea what time I’d left, how I’d gotten home, who’d been up here, and how long he, she, or they had… — Heather King Copy Share Image
“This explains so much," she said, clucking her tongue in mother-hen fashion. "You're compensating for this withered appendage." Withered appendage? What the devil was she talking about? He shook his head, trying to clear it. Colin's dire predictions of shriveled twigs and dried currants rattled in his skull. Wide awake now, he fought to sit up, wrestling the sheets. "Listen,… — Tessa Dare Copy Share
“I know a feeling like that only comes once in a lifetime, and I think you should follow your heart’s desires. I believe in… — Ahmad Ardalan Copy Share Image
“Then, as now, there were always girls who were overlooked and ignored by gentlemen who really should have known better.” — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Whatever befalls us, we will endure it together. I clutch my longbow and dagger close to my side. My last thoughts linger on my… — Mark Noce Copy Share Image
“I've tried to deny it even to myself... My heart and soul are filled with you.” — Shelly Thacker Copy Share Image
“Altogether, the first glimpse of his bride-which should have come as no surprise to Alex, standing there looking so lean and handsome himself-nearly brought… — Melissa de la Cruz Copy Share Image
“Grief is like an ocean. It comes in waves - some waves are bigger than others and you cannot prepare for it.” — Summer Lane Copy Share Image
“You thought I was peculiar,” she said in a muffled voice. His mouth brushed the edge of her ear and settled against her neck.… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Just say, dakhilak.” Without hesitation, “Dakhilak.” He nodded. Her accent was getting no better. “Now, you can never take it back.” “Well, what does… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“What the dev— er, deuce did you do that for? It hurt!” “Good,” said the angel. “I was afraid these new shoes would not… — Anne Gracie Copy Share Image
“The sun glanced off a long, wicked looking knife in the Comanche's grip. At least Cash wouldn't have long to mourn. The other Indians held similar weapons, but they hung back as their leader knelt next to Sullivan. He muttered something, low and guttural, a single syllable that sounded like an insult, then picked up a lock of Sullivan's hair.… — Lori Handeland Copy Share
“And you claim to be feeling this way. Floatish. Singsong-ish. About me.” She sighed. “Yes.” “That’s absurd.” “I know, but I can’t seem to… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
