52 Quotes by Julie Klassen

This is real life, Master Stephen. Happily ever after takes effort.

He realized it was the first of January, the day many people began the new year with a thorough cleaning. A time for "Out with the old, in with the new."Could Richard do the same to his heart, his ways? He hoped so, God in heaven, give me strength. Help me become a better man.

Please forgive me for the way I've treated her, Rachel prayed. Please help me repair the damage I've done. Help her to forgive me too. Oh merciful Father, help me not to be so full of myself that there is no room for anyone else. And worse, no room for you.

How foolish was the fox. How blind. To not see, not value the friendship, the affection, the trust the brown bird offered him.

I love you, Margaret Macy. And there is something I need to ask you. Something I’ve asked twice before and am nearly afraid to ask again. The Scriptures say let our yes be yes and our no be no, but I pray, in your case, your no may have changed . . . ?” Margaret leaned forward and kissed him firmly, warmly, on the lips. Then she smiled at him, her eyes brimming with tears. “Yes, it most definitely has.

A portrait is like an ornamental headstone. It is not for the subject, but for those who look upon it. For those you want to remember.

I found I quite enjoyed having you under the same roof. Being able to see you, hear your voice many times a day. I miss that.” His eyes locked on hers. “I miss you.

I would never believe it of you, my boy, regardless of the schemers your mother and sister turned out to be. You may not be the most clever boy, nor the most prudent, nor the most gentlemanlike, nor..."Edward cleared his throat."Right! But you have a good heart, and I have every hope that with the proper education and mentoring you will be credit to the family yet.

Nathaniel Upchurch. Margaret couldn’t believe it. Gone were the pale features, the thin frame, the hesitant posture, the spectacles. Now broad shoulders strained against his cutaway coat. Form-fitting leather breeches outlined muscular legs. The unfashionable dark beard emphasized his sharp cheekbones and long nose. His skin was golden brown. His hair unruly, some escaping its queue. Even his voice sounded different—lower, harsher, yet still familiar.