85 Quotes by Laura Frantz

But home wasn’t a place, she was coming to realize. Home was family. Home was right here, right now. With these God-given people.

Lael.” Her hands stilled at the sound. The name was spoken like a caress, so soft she was certain only she had heard. When she turned, Simon grabbed her wrist. He was lucid now, looking up at her from his mattress on the floor. “It is you. I heard – ” He winced from the sudden movement, and his shoulder began to bleed afresh. “I heard – but I misdoubted you’d stay – but you come back – to me.

Grief seems to bind people together.

What I get fearful about the future, I look back and see how faithful God has been.

He longed to put names to nameless things.

A great many belles at the ball will be smiling even if you are not. I simply wish that he did not look so much like a scoundrel.” “Scoundrel?” Elisabeth peered at her maid through the darkness. “That is not how I would describe him.” “No?” Isabeau’s voice pitched. She was all but wringing her hands. “He is – how do you say it? A rascal? A rogue? Swarthy as a buccaneer with his dark looks. Some say he has more gypsy blood than Welsh.

His fiddle weeps, she thought, yet it wooed her with its sweetness, warm as a lover’s touch.

A voice seemed the very soul of a person. Much could be had by its pitch and tone, it’s peculiar resonance. Like a moccasin print, no two alike, a voice was one’s own unique possession.

Sometimes I – I feel caught between the present and the past. Waiting. Hoping.