97 Quotes About Historical-romance-fiction

I intend to marry her,” he said, without turning around. “Not if I have any say in it.” “What makes you think she will listen to you? You have nothing to offer her. I have enough funds to provide for a wife and family. I could take her to Italy, to Venice. She could perform with the best musicians in the world.” “You are not marrying her.” “How are you going to stop me?” “You will have to walk over my corpse.--Farewell My Life, Buona Notte Vita Mia

Everyone believes that I write the way I live, but seriously, you tell your wife Joan, does she think my wife could stand by and love me the way she does if that was how I treated her in my own life? I am a politician dear lady, I give people what they want, I am a philosopher, writer and a gentleman.

A beautiful historical novel that proves history is created and changed by individuals, not just events." -- IndieReader

I gave you my wolf and I would have tamed an eagle for you. I have waited to see you again when none believed that you should ever return; I would have waited for ever.

Are you a traveling man he asked?

Children worked in the mills: "I will always believe that children are designed for green meadows and play, not for factories and cotton dust.

I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and braving all sorts of weather. I pondered what they had seen in the past and what they might see in the future

The Baptist Church rejects man with wooden leg: It appears the Baptist preacher refused to baptize a veteran of the late war in the holy water- saying they only baptize flesh and blood, not wood.

We were arrogant and naive, thinking we knew what we felt then was love. Love can be a cheap emotion, lightly given, thought it didn´t seem so to me at the time. Looking back, I know we were only filling in the holes in our soles, the way the tide rushes sand to fill in the crevices of a rocky shore. We-or maybe it was just I-bandaged our needswith what we declared was love. But, eventually, the tide draws out what it has swept in.