Jude Deveraux Quotes

My soul will find yours.

Love can make even nice people do awful things.

Time has no meaning, Love will endure..

Were I to die tomorrow, my soul would remember you. ~Nicholas Stafford

It's an odd thing about love. When someone you love cries, your heart melts. But when someone you don't love cries, you look at them and think, Why are you telling 'me' this?

There are no new stories. It all depends on how you handle them. In romances the characters are going to fall in love with each other; you know that when you see the syrupy cover. It's how get there that's the fun.

Waiting for Prince Charming?" "Aren't all women? And you're waiting for Cinderella." "Actually," Jared said slowly, "I'm rather hoping to find the Evil Queen. I think she'd be much more fun.

We women aren't good at hints. We like solid declarations of love and forever.

I would rather die then try to live without you”, “May you always love me and want me but never have me”, “May you never love anyone but me”.

What kind of wedding do you want?" "The one with a groom.

Will you give me another chance?” Robert repeated. Smiling, Dougless kissed him on the cheek. “No,” she said, “although I thank you very much for the offer.

Beauty knows no time', he said softly, rising, and kissing her hand.

To be able to see the flaws in your own work is a gift.

One advantage women throughout time have had is that the little boy in men always remember a time when women were all-powerful.

There are some things that are as ancient as time, and knowing when a man desires you is one of those.

Yeah, I know. I was a jerk. An idiot. You can't say anything to me that I haven't already said to myself.

I like you angry better than weepy.

I've come to realize that life is what you make it.

It was flattering to have someone listen so intently to something that was so personal.

I'm an American and I want instant gratification.

On his face was an expression of absolute love. Melting, soul-touching, raw, unbridled love, the kind of person dies for, sacrifices and suffers for. It was the kind of love that a person would wait two hundred years to see fulfilled. It was True Love in its purest form.

I think I'd want to have an affair with a Montgomery but marry a Taggert.

Everyone wanted his relatives to be proud of him, didn't he?

I have many things I want out of life, but I'm practical. I know that I must wait to get what I want.

Better to allow people to think you’re a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt.

Modern women had their own self-made guilt to make them miserable, but the sixteenth-century people had diseases, their fear of the unknown, their ignorance of medicine, and constant and ever-present death to haunt them.

What self-respecting male wanted a job being photographed?

You cannot blame all women for the faults of one.

What I do know is that I can't hurt a ghost. I wish I could fall in love with Ann Stuart. I wish I could wed her and bed her and have children with her. I wish I could fill that huge house with little spirit children who would live forever and never die.

Had I access to what is mine, I would shower you with jewels.

You should really stay true to your own style. When I first started writing, everybody said to me, 'Your style just isn't right because you don't use the really flowery language that romances have.' My romances - compared to what's out there - are very strange, very odd, very different. And I think that's one of the reasons they're selling.

You'd think the very thought of a romance writer would bring a smile to people's lips. Ah, how nice. Love. Making love. Laughter. Kissing. But no, the world is upside down as far as I can see, and romances and their writers are ridiculed, hisses and generally spat upon. For what reason? One of my favorites is that women who read them might get mixed up about reality and imagine a man is going to rescue them from Life. According to this theory, women are so stupid that they can't tell a story from reality. Is anyone worried that the MEN who read spy thrillers are going to go after their neighbors with an automatic weapon? No, I don't remember anyone thinking that. Nor do I remember anyone worrying about murder mysteries or science fiction. It just seems to be dumb ol' women who might think some gorgeous, thoughtful, giving hunk is going to rescue them. Honey, if any woman thought a gorgeous hunk was going to rescue her, romance novels wouldn’t be forty percent of the publishing industry.

She looked like what all women wanted to grow up to look like:

Once upon a time... ...as a fair maiden lay weeping upon a cold tombstone, her heartfelt desire was suddenly made real before her: tall, broad of shoulder, attired in gleaming silver and gold, her knight in shining armor had come to rescue his damsel in distress....

He was the most perfectly formed man she'd ever imagined. He was movie stars, men in underwear commercials, guys at the gym, the construction worker in the red T-shirt who'd whistled at her but she'd pretended she hadn't heard; he was the men in three-piece suits whose brains were as sexy as their bodies; he was lazy, indolent seventeen-year-old boys whose muscles bulged out of their clothes, rodeo stars, and those smooth-cheeked, eyeglassed men who held their children tenderly. He was all of them.

Do you think I want to spend my life with a man who could so easily abandon his own child? What if we did go west and had a child? If you saw some sweet young thing, maybe you'd run off with her and leave our child.

I wanted everything and thought it would be given to me if I asked for it. I think I was too weak to take any kind of hardship.

Mother Theresa once said that what hurt people more than poverty or illness was feeling that they weren’t needed.

He is a man, no more. We will offer what we have, and he must be content.

but Robert was so much better than any of the other men Dougless had dated that she forgave him his little quirks—most

After a few dates, he’d propose marriage over a bottle of wine.

...for the most part people do not like to learn. They like to know adn they like to tell others what they know, but they do not like the process of learning...

Dougless gritted her teeth.

What manner of country was this that worshiped children to the extent that they were treated as royalty?

Still smiling she carried the TV through the doorway; then she gave it the strongest heave she could manage... When it hit Alan's oversized brick barbecue and the glass front of the TV smashed, Leslie didn't think she'd ever heard a more satisfying sound.

You are an impertinent wench! Do you not know the Black Lion eats three girls such as you each day afore dinner?” Oblivious to the staring people around them, she put a finger on his lower lip. “I do not find that a horrible way to die at all,” she said gently.

Someday every second you have spent hating will show on your face.

Cassie's first thought when she saw the old woman was, What a marvelous thing plastic surgery is. The woman was younger than Althea, but looked fifty years older

I was a fool to get involved with you in the first place. And you were a bigger fool for coming after me.

[He] looked at her as though she'd lost her mind, and [she] had her first experience of men rewriting history. "I did no such thing [he said]

Miss Edi: My brother Bertrand is the laziest person in the world. David: Oh yeah? And how lazy is that? Miss Edi: When he was three and saw all his gifts under the Christmas tree, he said, 'Who's going to open them for me?' David: I've heard worse. Miss Edi: When he was six, my father bought him a bicycle and took him out to teach him to ride it. David: And? Miss Edi: Bertrand did very well. My father ran along behind him, holding on, and my brother balanced perfectly. But when my father let go and the bicycle stopped, Bertrand asked why. When my father said he had to push on the pedals, my brother left it lying there in the street, and he never got on a bicycle again. David: Not bad, but I've heard worse. Miss Edi: When he was twelve, my parents took us out to a restaurant, the first one we'd ever been to, and my father ordered steaks for each of us. When my brother's came, he looked at it and asked how he was to eat it. My father showed him how to cut the steak, then how to chew it. My brother called the waiter back and ordered a bowl of mashed potatoes. David: Okay, that's getting up there, but I have heard a few worse. Miss Edi: When he was sixteen, my mother arranged for her beloved son to go to a dance with a very nice young girl. He was to pick her up at six pm. At six-thirty Bertrand was sitting in the living room and my father asked him why he hadn't gone on his date. My brother said, 'Because she hasn't come to get me yet.

Real love is not the pretty stuff of the jongleurs. It is a feeling inside that you are one with this man, no matter what he is. Were Travers to sell his soul to the Devil, I would still love him and mayhaps I would bargain for a good price myself.

takes away the loneliness. When I’m with her I’m not lonely.

Stop worrying so much. Don't worry about me; don't worry about you. Seize the moment. Enjoy. Let tomorrow take care of itself.

Forever,” he whispered. “I will love you throughout time.

When she heard the deep-sleep breathing of Captain Montgomery, she turned and hissed at him. How could he sleep? The most awful things could happen and men never lost their appetites or their ability to sleep. Put food in front of a man and he ate it. Lay a man horizontal and he went to sleep—or he began fumbling with the buttons on a woman’s dress.

I fell in love with you and Max," he said, but he stared at the fire, not at her. He'd never before told a woman he loved her. He had a feeling that most of the women he'd known in New York would have responded by getting a calculator and figuring their cut of his wealth.

Succinct.

So you’re saying that you wouldn’t have

The same generation that believed premarital sex was a sin thought it was perfectly fine to send their young people off to die in a senseless war.

She is not only beautiful on the outside, but inwards as well. When she is old and not so lovely, she will be well loved. But you! Your beauty is on the outside alone. If it were taken away from you, only a querulous, evil-minded, vicious woman would remain.

Martha?” Toby asked. “Is that … Martha Stewart?” “Heavens, no! I mean the real Martha. Pullen, of course. The Queen of Sewing.

You need to play a little hard to get. No man appreciates what comes too easily. It's the caveman thing. We like to hunt.

A girl he'd really liked had told him thanks, nut no thanks. She told him he was okay to bed, but not to wed.

When Addy died and her will decreed

us were glad to see her get married,

The first time they’d been together she’d had to coax him to not be so gentle. But not this time. He didn’t bother with words or undressing. He slammed her against the bedroom wall and lifted her skirt. That’s when he found out that, this time, she’d gone pure Regency. She wore nothing under her petticoat, just lots of warm skin. Graydon unfastened his trousers with one hand and in seconds he set her down on him. Toby gasped at the sensation and clung to him, her legs easily going around his waist. His thrusts were hard and fast and Toby felt them all through her body. Inside her, a growing urgency was released, building and building. Her head went back and Graydon buried his face in the soft skin of her neck. She could feel his

man—if for no other reason than so she could argue with

sight.” “Yeah?” That blue fire returned

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Pubs were one of the things Dougless liked best about England, as they were family oriented, but you could still have a drink.

One advantage women throughout time have had is that the little boy in men always remembers a time when women were all-powerful. The men bumped into each other as they ran to do her bidding.

Not the richest, the best. Promise?” When he nodded, she went on. “And anyone who’s delivering a baby has to wash his or her hands first. And you have to build Thornwyck Castle and leave records behind that show that you designed it. I want history to know.

Time has no meaning Love will endure

They were one solid being of tears and love combined.

I need not sell my soul to buy bliss. Charlotte Brontë.

being called even though there was no evidence

It was funny how some people you could know for years but not know at all. Then there could be an instant bond between strangers.

When you're out of an intolerable situation, you can never make anyone understand why you remained in that situation. I don't understand it myself. When I was in it, I didn't question it. It's just the way I was.

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Sometimes women’s “support” lacked understanding—or variety.

Embroidery entwined

If your own family doesn’t want you,” Sara said softly, “you hunger after being part of any semblance of a family that you can find.