Sarah MacLean Quotes

I had a perfect life in my reach once, and it was a crashing bore. Perfect is too clean, too easy. I don't want perfect any more than I want to be perfect. I want imperfect.

If I am an empress, he is the only man worthy of being my emperor.

You should see what she’s wearing, Callie. It’s velvet. Canary yellow velvet. Turban to match. She looks like a furry banana.

He called me a pie!” she announced, defensively. There was a pause. “Wait. That’s not right.” “A tart?” “Yes! That’s it!

Colleen McCullough taught me that desire is the heart of romance.

Temptation turns you. It makes you into something you never dreamed, it presses you to give up everything you ever loved, it calls you to sell your soul for one, fleeting moment.

But she had dreamed of being his for too long. He had quite ruined her for a marriage of convenience. She wanted everything from him: his mind, his body, his name and, most of all, his heart.

Men are not nearly as evolved as women are, nor as intelligent, evidently

Let me be clear. Last I was aware you were neither my husband nor my father nor my King. Therefore, any control you may imagine you hold over me is just that- imaginary

We are a motley bunch. But we more than make up for it with tenacity." ~ Ralston to Simon

I've loved him for a decade. And I had him for one day before I made a complete and utter mess of things. Or he did. I'm still not sure about that.

So what's your second suggestion?" "Tread lightly." "That's it? That's the best advice you can give me?" "All right, tread very lightly.

I, for one, have no interest at all in having my heart stolen.

why couldn't someone , somewhere , want her for her ?

Love isn't one-sided and selfish.It is full and generous and life-altering in the best of ways.Love does not destroy, Gabriel.It creates.

You plan to be a challenge, do you?" Juliana smiled angelically. "I agreed to remain, my lord. Not to remain silent.

My whole life . . . two and two has made four.”... “But now . . . it’s all gone wrong.” She shook her head. “It doesn’t make four anymore. It makes you.

When I feel hurt, I fully experience my emotions (and don't make them anyone else's problem!). Then I question my thoughts, examining my belief system and meeting the reality of life.

She tilted her head, considering the sensation. "It is strange." He gave a hiss of laughter at the words. "It only gets stranger, darling. But we shall try for something more.

He was struck dumb at the words though he should not be surprised; his wife kept him in a perpetual state of speechlessness.

It was a terrifying feeling. And if it was love, he wanted none of it.

Kisses should not leave you satisfied.

I do not traditionally speak ill of women, but your governess is a cabbagehead

Un momento con una donna capricciosa vale undici anni di vita noiosa. A single moment with a fiery female is worth eleven years of a boring life.

..he wanted her. And at another time, as another man, he would have her. Without hesitation. As lover. . . as more.

How could she go on without him? And, at the same time, how could she go on knowing that every moment of their time together had meant so little to him

do not like this taste for adventure you have developed, sister.” “I am afraid I cannot guarantee I shall be rid of it anytime soon.

Benedick looked to the ceiling as though begging for divine patience. Or for the Lord to strike his sister down. Callie couldn’t quite discern which.

It didn’t matter the quality of the writing— Callie’s fantasies about her fictional heroes were entirely democratic.

And... as long as they need me, it's easier to forget that I am alone.

I practice loving-kindness meditation, which cultivates compassion and equanimity.

I feel able to comfort myself emotionally, and this keeps my heart open.

First, I thought we'd already established that I am not a gentleman. That ship sailed long ago. And second, you'd be surprised what gentlemen do...and what ladies enjoy." ~Lord Bourne

Truth is irrelevant. What is relevant is whether or not they believe it." The logic in the words grated. "The first rule of scoundrels?

Sometimes, love was not enough.

She was all he wanted. He would give everything for her. Without thought. Without regret.

So, are you... intrigued ... by Stanhope?" "Intrigued by him?" "Indeed. Do you find him ..." he paused. "Intriguing?" she teased. He sent her an exasperated look.

Do you think me horselike, my lord?" Realizing the threat to his personage, Blackmoor wiped the smile from his face and replied, "Not at all. I said I think you charming." "A fine start.

This new world was already turning her into a cabbagehead, and she'd only been a part of it for an evening

I've spent twenty-eight years doing what everyone around me expected me to do...being what everyone around me has expected me to be. And it's horrid to be someone else's vision of yourself.

Silent mantra practice helps me respond rather than react.

And as the bullet ripped through his flesh, Ralston was consumed by a single thought: I never told her that I loved her.

..he wanted her.And at another time, as another man, he would have her. Without hesitation. As lover. . . as more.

She told herself that she was happy to meet her executioner.

But stay away from him, Juliana. When we said we wanted to make you a good match, Leighton was not who we imag

We were discussing the fine puppetry of fate.

Hope was a fool’s emotion.

They had lied, those who had extolled the virtues of love—its pleasures, its sublimity—those who had told her that it was beautiful and worthwhile.There was nothing beautiful abo

Sometimes love is not enough.

Aren't we all victims of fate?