77 Quotes by Sarah M. Eden

When parents get the notion that their children are meant to serve their egos and the way they are perceived in Society, the children’s best interests go by the wayside. We become tokens of success rather than people they are meant to care about.

You will, once again, have to save me from myself. You have done that, you know.” “Saved you?” “My Persephone,” he whispered in her ear. “Do you know I would have come for you no matter how far you’d gone?” “Hades always came for Persephone,” she echoed his earlier explanation. He lightly kissed her again. “And she always returned home.” “Always,” Persephone repeated. “Always.

This is Society. No amount of pain and suffering will ever prove sufficient.

Edmund would miss him, if no one else. And there hadn’t been a single brown-haired little girl to play peekaboo with during church or an emerald-eyed beauty to watch from a distance. And he lived for the brief glimpses he had of Clara. Sweet, beautiful, loving Clara.

But I didn’t tell you the whole of it. I’m falling in love with two men. At the same time, Biddy.

Then ’tis little wonder your family despairs of ever seeing you married off. Sounds to me as though you haven’t time at all to be courting.” “Hmm.” Tavish leaned in so close he could smell the flowery scent he’d come to associate with her since their picnic by the river. Could she hear how hard his heart had begun pounding? “Is that a complaint or an invitation, Sweet Katie?” he whispered.

Adam grasped him by the throat once more and, his face an inch from Smith’s, growled out, “I am the Duke of Kielder. I am the law.

This one’ll keep you humble, Tavish, no mistakin’. A handsome man needs that in his life near about as much as anything else at all.” Granny emphasized the declaration with a firm nod. “So” – she lowered her voice to an overly loud whisper – “go sit next to her again, will you? Storytelling’s a good time for a little snuggling.” “Is there anything you need, Granny, before I have me a ‘little snuggling’?

We need to do something about your unpronounceable name.” ‘Twas a pointed remark, one accompanied by a look of such earnestness she knew on the instant he meant it as more than a jest. “Perhaps I need a new one,” she suggested. He whispered, his breath tickling the hair that hung loose over her ear. “There is no ‘perhaps’ about it, Katie. I mean to see to it you have a new last name, and I know exactly which one it ought to be.