Historical Romance Quotes

If I die, " he whispered in the dark, "dinna follow me. The bairns will need ye. Stay for them. I can wait.

Every word you have ever uttered, is engraved upon my heart.

You are not The Giver of My Heart’s Desire.” I took a deep breath and smiled. “You are my heart’s desire.

I wondered what he would have thought if he'd known that I'd gleaned most of my information from reading historical romance novels.

He'd missed matching wits with her. "Shall we duel with our lips?" "You may find yourself eating grass for breakfast.

Although most advice should be distrusted, particularly when it comes from myself . . . keep an open mind, Miss Hathaway. One should never look a rich husband in the mouth." - St. Vincent

Mercia wasn’t a little-in-love sort of man. He was mad, dark passion, sweeping emotion, and complete loss of reason, with his gaunt male beauty, his wealth and power, and his haunted past.

Just stop, for once, answering my questions with a question. And, incidentally, it's my concern because I care about you.

The only death I fear is the one I fell when we're apart.

To secure his king's trust, his family's future, and perhaps even his own happiness, he needed to convince her he was more than a mercenary -- in fact, a man who would stand by her side.

I'll kiss your feet if you'd scratch my nose.

And of course it has nothing to do with the fact that I haven't been with a women since I came to your bed back in February-Devlin.

...People - the ones who are left behind - desire answers. Even when we are advised from beyond the grave not to pursue them.

...You, you look -- bien -- exactly what you were, a high-ranking British officer, used to unwavering obedience and with the air of a Greek god, gazing down on us mere mortals.

The soldier in the portrait had been a respected and admired officer...The man he had become was fighting a different battle now. He had his demons, just as she had her ghosts.

You! That is what is behind this. Ever since you -- As if I didn't have enough on my mind without having to lie awake thinking of you and your damned kisses and your damned questions.

Maman’s life was an unfinished book. Celeste had to discover the ending, and then she could close the cover for ever.

Where is your Revolutionary spirit?""Beheaded, " Celeste said.

Claire coaxed free another loop of cloth. The slow side of cotton against cotton matched the soft tenor or her voice.'I have lots of talents Mr. Ryland. Listening is only one of them.

There is no shame in being illiterate. One need only feel ashamed when one denies the opportunity to learn.

I point out. It was the most foolish, jape-fisted bit of buffoonery I have ever seen, and I am impressed in spite of that.

Husband-hunting. Always a rousing sport. I suppose you go there dressed to kill.""No, indeed. What good is a dead husband?" She smiled airily. "I go dressed to maim only.

There's no need for chains. I can still take you until you're begging for more.

I've never done this with a woman like you before. Never wanted to. I only know... I don't want it to end.

She thinks I'm too...impulsive.""Can't imagine why, " Tristan muttered, "when you do things like ride off into the woods after gentlemen in pursuit of a thief---

You like this darkness. You like learning me by feel.” Feeling very bold indeed, she nuzzled at him until she found his mouth with her own. “I like it too.

I have never paid for fornication, and I don't intend to begin with you. When you come to me, and come to me you shall, you shall do so of your own accord and wholly free of all commerce and custom.

They should put their clothes on if they could find them which might be difficult in the darkness.He decided that could wait until dawn.

The worst mistake I ever made has become the best thing I ever did.- Darius Wainwright

I live to bring you pleasure.” To Gilly, his words rang like a vow.

So you are the brash young lover returned from the dead?" the Frenchman finally said."And you are the devoted fiance returned from the card room, " Robert shot back...

Whatever cosmic attraction had drawn [Jess & Addie] to one another in the first place was beginning to fill in with the chinks and mortar of very real, very likeable human traits.

Men fight like men. Women fight like unchained demons.

A hint of fire in his eyes, he glanced up at her. "If that displeases you, lass, I can leave you here for the next savior who comes along.

Killy arched an eyebrow in disbelief. "Don't be thinkin' you can deceive this old man. I've been makin' a fool of myself over women since before you were born.

It wilna end wi' me, Campbell. Slay me, and you'll face my brothers and after them my Muhheconneok kin. You cannae possibly kill us all.

[Connor to Major Wentworth, grandson of King George]"My fathers were lairds in the Highlands when yours were still farmin' kale back in Germany!

Making love with you is even more wonderful than making music."He drew her closer. "Och, Sarah, you _are_ my music.

He didn't see the look his brothers shared or overhear the vow they made to one another--that if any one of the four of them were to make it back from Ticonderoga, it would be Iain.

You think to judge me, MacKinnon? I've littered the ground wi' the corpses of men like you."Iain raised his blade and smiled. "You've never met a man like me.

Annie is my wife, and she will remain wi' me as my wife, subject only to my rule. I will suffer no man to dishonor her or lay hand upon her so long as I live.

I've bled for you. I've killed for you. I've held you in my arms and done my best to make love to you. I'd give my life to protect you. Now I sit beside you, askin' you to trust me.

The heavy smell of incense gave me an uneasy feeling as if I had walked into a tomb

But I am a writer, and I deal in words, and I need to have them spelled out for me--precisely.

He rose up like a languid god after devouring a bountiful feast.

Release Lady Mirabelle and the kitten or I’ll run you through, skewering your belly, pinching out your life.

Sparhawk had fallen into a nest of pirates.

Let me have you in the most intimate ofways, let me give you a part of myself that no other man may touch.Make me yours forever.

Pain is in the mind. And, in my mind, ma chérie … I was withyou.

Her blonde tresses now lay unbound and flowing in comely waves down her back, like pale serpents against the blue sea of her costume.