Quotes by Judith McNaught

“The hero of Whitney was very much patterned after Michael. Michael was my great love. He was the best of men, and could make me laugh. He could also laugh at himself, and thats pretty special.”

“So I write for women like that, women like me.”

“Besides being very historical, it was also very sensual, lots of dialogue.”

Some people feel love in their hearts, Julie. Some of us feel it all way into our souls. Were the ones who cant forget.

He will love only once - but it will be for always.

You cant 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 dont play at all. and if u dont play u cant win.

How strange, Royce thought, that, after emerging victorious from more than a hundred real battles, the greatest moment of triumph he had ever known had come to him on a mock battlefield where hed stood alone, unhorsed, and defeated. This morning, his life had seemed as bleak as death. Tonight, he held joy in his arms. Someone or something—fate or fortune or Jennys God—had looked down upon him this morning and seen his anguish. And, for some reason, Jenny had been given back to him.Closing his eyes, Royce brushed a kiss against her smooth forehead. Thank you, he thought.And in his heart, he could have sworn he heard a voice answer, Youre welcome.

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.

If you would take one step forward, darling, you could cry in my arms. And while you do, Ill tell you how sorry I am for everything Ive done - Unable to wait, Ian caught her, pulling her tightly against him. And when Im finished, he whispered hoarsely as she wrapped her arms around him and wept brokenly, you can help me find a way to forgive myself.Tortured by her tears, he clasped her tighter and rubbed his jaw against her temple, his voice a ravaged whisper: Im sorry, he told her. He cupped her face between his palms, tipping it up and gazing into her eyes, his thumbs moving over her wet cheeks. Im sorry. Slowly, he bent his head, covering her mouth with his. Im so damned sorry.

Ian saw the tears shimmering in her magnificent eyes and one of them traced unheeded down her smooth cheek.With a raw ache in his voice he said, If you would take one step forward, darling, you could cry in my arms. And while you do, Ill tell you how sorry I am for everything Ive done - Unable to wait, Ian caught her, pulling her tightly against him. And when Im finished, he whispered hoarsely as she wrapped her arms around him and wept brokenly, you can help me find a way to forgive myself.Tortured by her tears, he clasped her tighter and rubbed his jaw against her temple, his voice a ravaged whisper: Im sorry, he told her. He cupped her face between his palms, tipping it up and gazing into her eyes, his thumbs moving over her wet cheeks. Im sorry. Slowly, he bent his head, covering her mouth with his. Im so damned sorry.

Now they are empty, Ramon replied with a shrug of broad, muscled shoulders on his six-foot-three-inch frame....For the first time, a glint of humor touched Ramon Galverras finely sculpted mouth and arrogant dark eyes.

Life was wonderful, so filled with people and activities, with love and laughter.

I thought you were the loveliest, most enchanting creature God ever created.

True beauty springs from the heart and dwells in the eyes.

We are not of what we feel or believe to do, we are of what we do or fail to do.

I do not believe that grief is ever so great that it can not be contained within.

Sam Littleton was a beautiful woman who would try to play womens games. That meant that if he asked her if she was upset with him about something, she would do what women all do at such times: She would deny that anything was wrong, then continue acting as if something was wrong, in hopes that he would do what men always do at such times -beg for an explanation, agonise over the answer, ask for hints, and agonise a little more.

It was a kingdom of dreams — a place where things would be just the way I wanted them to be.

After all, its not every day a woman is given a kingdom of dreams.

You are mad! she snapped, her chest heaving. And you are a devil!And you, my dear, Royce imperturbably replied, are a bitch. With that, heturned to the horrified friar and unhesitatingly announced, The lady and I wish to be wed.