There will be a few times in your life when all your instincts will tell you to do something, something that defies logic, upsets your plans, and may seem crazy to others. When that happens, you do it. Listen to your instincts and ignore everything else. Ignore logic, ignore the odds, ignore the complications, and just go for it.— Judith McNaught
The most cheerful Judith McNaught quotes that will activate your inner potential
You will soon discover that in matters of the heart, memories are much kinder than reality
You can't outwit fate by standing on the sidelines placing little sidebets about the outcome of life. either you wade in and risk everything you have to play the game or you don't play at all. and if u don't play u can't win.
Listen to your instincts and ignore everything else.
Some people feel love in their hearts, Julie.
Some of us feel it all way into our souls. We're the ones who can't forget.
Why did happy memories fade and blur until one could scarcely recall them at all, while horrible memories seemed to retain their blinding clarity and painful sharpness?
True beauty springs from the heart and dwells in the eyes.
I love life, even when bad things happen to me.
I can't stop loving it. Every season of the year comes with a promise that something wonderful is going to happen to me someday.
The groom always smiles proudly because he's convinced he's accomplished something quite wonderful. The bride smiles because she's been able to convince him of it.
An answering smile drifted across his tanned face. "What is mine, I intend to keep.
Whitney: Where is your home? Clayton: Wherever you are.
The two of them simply weren't attracted to just any attractive, eligible man;
they were attracted rarely, but when it happened, it was evidently a life-altering experience.
Life was wonderful, so filled with people and activities, with love and laughter.
Some women need no jewels to make them sparkle. You are one of them. -Royce Westmoreland
Let me go.” “I can’t”, he said hoarsely, (…)” I’ve tried a hundred times to let you go, Victoria, but I can’t.
I'd like to shower and change clothes," she said.
"Would you mind waiting for me a half hour?" The question seemed to amuse him. "Not at all," he said with exaggerated formality. "Please take all the time you need." Michael watched her walk away. Did he mind waiting a half hour for her? Not at all. He'd been waiting years for her.
Jason, stop this,” she pleaded. “You don’t want to kiss me. You don’t even like me more than a little when you aren’t foxed” A harsh laugh escaped him. “I like you too damned much!” he whispered bitterly, then pulled her head down and captured her lips in a demaning, scalding kiss that took everything and give nothing in return.
God help me if I ever injure my back," Clayton quipped.
"God help you if you ever turn it," Whitney snapped, "for there'll surely be some heartbroken papa or cuckolded husband ready with a knife--if I don't murder you first.
Missing you? I could cheerfully murder you.
Whitney: You black-hearted, treacherous, conniving scoundrel. Clayton: Your flattery warms my heart
Sometimes it just happens - to the wrong people at the wrong time.
A romance novel should leave readers joyous. My books all have happy endings.
If I ever think you are even considering leaving me again, no matter how good you reasons, I'll have you locked in your rooms and the doors barricaded, so help me God." He lifted her foot and began to dry it. Her voice shaking, Whitney asked, "Will you stay locked in there with me?" He raised her dainty foot to his jaw and tenderly laid his cheek against it, then turned his head and kissed it. "Yes," he whispered. -Clayton Westmoreland
What happens to me if this slipper fits?" "I turn you into a handsome frog.
Beside him a tiny elderly woman was leaning on a cane, studying him with curiosity. Since good manners seemed to require that he speak to her, Jon cast about for some sort of polite conversation pertinent to the occasion. “I hate funerals, don’t you?” He said. “I rather like them,” she said smugly. “At my age, I regard each funeral I attend as a personal triumph, because I was not the guest of honor.
Either give me your hand, or end it now, and put us both out of our misery
It isn’t what you say that counts, it’s what you don’t say
People who talk less frequently notice more.
It was a kingdom of dreams — a place where things would be just the way I wanted them to be.
You can't stand clutter, and you have an obsession with orderliness.
The furniture in here is centered exactly on the walls; the files on your desk are arranged in precise corners. If I had to guess, I would say you are probably a control freak, and that is usually symptomatic of a man who feels powerless to control his own life, so he tries to control every facet of his surroundings.
Why is it when you yield, I feel like the one who has been conquered?
You can't condemn me for wanting you, unless you condemn every other man who has." -Clayton Westmoreland
I buy everything in sight. It took my last ounce of control not to buy one of these in every color.
Which brings me to the question of why we always 'fall' in love.
One falls down steps, off ladders, into rivers and down mountains. If love is so wonderful, why don't we soar in love or climb in love?
Behold your new mistress, my wife," he pronounced, "and know that when she bids you, I have bidden you. What service you render her, you are rendering me. What loyalty you give or withhold from her, you give or withhold from me!" -Royce Westmoreland
His gaze held hers, and his voice was tender and rough.
“Love me, Elizabeth.” Elizabeth felt a tremor run through her entire body, but she looked at him without flinching. “I do.
Feeling a little foolish over her confidences, Elizabeth glanced up at him with an embarrassed smile. “What is the most beautiful place you’ve ever seen?” Dragging his gaze from the beauty of the gardens, Ian looked down at the beauty beside him. “Any place,” he said huskily, “where you are.
If I had a hundred kingdoms, I would trade them all for you, my dearest love.
I was nothing until you.
Elizabeth’s entire body started to tremble as his lips began descending to hers. and she sought to forestall what her heart knew was inevitable by reasoning with him. “A gently bred Englishwoman,” she shakily quoted Lucinda’s lecture. “feels nothing stronger than affection. We do not fall in love.” His warm lips covered hers. “I’m a Scot,” he murmured huskily. “We do.
You can't live your life to suit other people.
The harder you try, the more restrictions they'll put on you just for the fun of seeing you jump through their hoops.
Royce Westmoreland stared at him with biting scorn.
"I despise hypocrisy, particularly when it is coated with holiness." "May I ask for a specific example?" "Fat priests," Royce replied, "with fat purses, who lecture staving peasants on the dangers of gluttony and the merits of poverty.
They’re going to ask what you said.
And if I tell Mr. Twindell you said heaven will be like this, he’ll be very disappointed. He’s counting, you know, on gold streets and angels and horses with wings.” “I see where that could be a problem,” Ian agreed, and he tenderly laid his hand against his son’s cheek. “In that case, you can tell him I said this is almost heaven.
I ought to break your neck!" Clayton interrupted.
Too late, Whitney realized that she shouldn't have been standing all this time on her "injured" knee. "Allow me to congratulate you on a fine day's work, Madam," he said sternly. "In less than twelve hours, you've brought Whitticomb to your side and Cuthbert to your feet.
How foolish to yearn to ask the very person who'd caused the pain to heal it
Some of the most unkind,judgmental people I've ever known go to church every Sunday and read the Bible. I don't know how some people are able to disassociate their own cruelty and shortcomings from their religious obligations and convictions, but many are able to do that.
Because,” he said quietly as she stood up, “until you walked into it, this was an ordinary garden.” Puzzled, Elizabeth tipped her head. “What is it now?” “Heaven.
We are not of what we feel or believe to do, we are of what we do or fail to do.
Reformed rakes often make the best husbands
God help him." He chortled. "He doesn't realize he loves her. And even if he did, he wouldn't admitted it." -Dr. Whitticomb
Love" and all the obsessive behaviors associated with it, was an absurd emotion.