63 Quotes by Jacqueline E. Smith

After walking the Royal Mile, we visit Edinburgh Castle. Overlooking the city from the grassy hilltop of the Castle Rock, the fortress itself looks as though it has been carved from the very stone upon which it sits. It is powerful yet elegant, lavish yet wholly inviting to anyone fortunate enough to find themselves standing at the castle gate. These are doors and walls and windows that have seen kings and queens, saints and sinners, voyagers from all corners of the world. And now us.

Tonight, Dunadhar Castle is ours.

He isn’t afraid to share himself with me. And I’m not ashamed to want every inch of him.

I can’t believe you’re afraid of ghosts.” “Really? I’m afraid of everything: ghosts, germs, vulnerability, the dark, Slender Man, public speaking, earwigs...

Once upon a time, the towering pines and sturdy Carolina hemlock seemed like a protective barrier, the walls of a living sanctuary. But now, draped with morning mist and heaped with snow, my beloved woods appear a menacing maze of secrets and shadows.The perfect hiding place for monsters.

I’ve studied history all my life and I hated that every story of every remarkable person ended with death. What would they have thought if they’d been allowed to watch history unfold? You know, it’s like reaching the end of your favorite novel, wondering what goes on in the lives of the characters outside the pages.

If you were a real professional, you'd build a bridge and get over it.

Okay, he’s hinting at something. I may not know a lot about men, but I do know something about dialogue. It’s the only thing my editors say I’m really good at. Because it’s fairly obvious I don’t excel at grammar. Or plausible storylines.

The city of Los Angeles lights up my window and I can feel Sam gently playing with the diamond necklace he gave me for Valentine's Day just days ago. As unbelievable and extraordinary as it may seem at times, this is still the world we live in. This bizarre, bright shining world of fame and fortune, glitz and glamour, where there is no such thing as privacy, only the crazed masses and blinding flash of the limelight.