Runaway Bride Quotes

Scars are badges of strength and courage. They tell the story of what we have endured. Only survivors wear them.

I read once that despair... is when you are no longer able to sustain, even for the briefest moment, the notion that all will be well in the end.

runaway my phantom bride and take your bouquet of poisonous flowers float away specter and take the rest of my desire

My mother is bold in her caused,” George said. “We have never had a runaway slave come to our door, but I too would help him. My mother and I were forced to leave North Carolina when we freed our slaves. The anger our former neighbors and friends turned on us told us much. When a person does what is right, it stirs the rage of those who will not turn from doing the same evil.

The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock." Matthew 7:25

God will give you a way out of tempting situations but if you keep intentionally putting yourself in those compromising places, then soon the Holy Spirits voice will be drowned out by your emotions and feelings. Soon, you will no longer be able to hear God's voice because you're so busy listening to the clutter around you.

This man was ... a man who could see past disappointment and lost dreams in order to still find hope and joy in living.

I’m not Mrs. Russo yet. There’s still time for me to live out my runaway bride fantasy,” she quipped. A wicked smile spread across my lips. “I do love a good chase.

He tasted like Edmund, smelled like Edmund, felt like second chances. He kissed her as if she were as indispensable as air. As though his every heartbeat belonged as much to her as it did to him.

I've found that putting one's person in peril is not nearly as frightening as putting one's heart at risk. In the former, one might endure a momentary injury. While with the latter there is the possibility of suffering a lifetime of loneliness and regret.

The way that you see someone in the military in their uniform is the way that we should see you, Christian when we meet you. There must be a light about you. There must be patience about you. A hope in your eyes that the world doesn't have because you belong to our King Jesus!

Arabella fumbled in her pocket, retrieved the silver cross, and held it out to Pete’s dad. “You gave this to Pete, and he gave it to me. It has blessed us both and has taught us to seek after the One who can truly give strength and courage in our greatest hour of need. Now I return it to you. May God give you courage in the days to come.

He stole her first kiss. And then he stole her heart.

I may be dead inside, but I'm more than alive enough for you." He gripped her chin and covered her mouth with his.

You cannot give part of your life to God and hold onto the other 10% of your life.

James 4:17 says "it is a sin to know what you ought to do but not do it.

Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you." Ephesians 4:32

Just wake up, take each day, day by day and give your days the Lord.

She might not be able to eradicate every prejudice around her, but she had to start somewhere to make a difference. And the best place for that was with herself.

every story has been told but not by you in your words.

I'm starting to suspect Amelia is going to ruin me.

I want you to know that there's no profit, no fruit and no good that will come out of running back to the areas where God set you free. I repeat, NOTHING GOOD WILL COME OUT OF PURSUING UNGODLY THINGS.

But one by one she’d been cutting away the tangle of propriety so that with each thread she cut loose, she was slowly finding the freedom to be herself and not someone else’s version of who she ought to be.

I don’t come close to being good enough for Amelia. But if she were mine? I would never let her go. I would spend every waking day and every single breath just hoping I could show her the love she deserves.

His words were like a soothing balm covering over the voices inside always taunting she’d never be good enough. He’d accepted her in spite of her mistakes. He approved of what she’d done. And he believed she was capable.

stop with all the flirting and the touching and the pretending!" Van's face shifts, and before I can blink, he's trapped my magazine wielding hand in his. Our faces are much too close as he says, "Who said anything about pretending?

Every morning," he said softly, his breath caressing her cheek. "You were my only thought." He tilted closer. "Every night, you were my only thought." His lips brushed her cheekbone. "Every moment of every day, you were my only thought.

I'll stop if you stop with all the flirting and the touching and the pretending!" Van's face shifts, and before I can blink, he's trapped my magazine wielding hand in his. Our faces are much too close as he says, "Who said anything about pretending?

Imagine if you can ... a world in which half the inhabitants are larger and stronger than you and are thus able to force you to their will at any time or any place. That unchangeable fact colors everything in your life - from the route you choose when you walk down the street to what you look for when you enter a room, how you dress, how you smile, how you assess people on first meeting? Friend or foe? Is this person a threat? Will that one do me harm? It's all about survival. ... Mock a a woman's desire for jewels and fine clothes and grand houses if you must, but understand that they are simple manifestations of what she truly desires - survival, safety, security - because those baubles are the thing that proclaim to the world that she is of value and, as such, will be protected.

From the second Edmund burst into the ceremony, she'd no longer wanted to be a duchess. She just wanted Edmund. Seeing his face had been like being flooded with magic. He was sunshine and sultry nights. Laughter and sensuous kisses. The other half of her heart.

Let me say that again, if you don't completely and totally surrender every plan, every idea, every thought, every frustration, every person at the feet of Jesus, then you won't see the plans that He truly has for you. Why? Because you're lukewarm. You have one foot in the world and one foot in His kingdom.

For those poor souls who can only think of the terrible fear and danger of a runaway horse, think of this: a speed like water flowing over stone, a skimming sensation that hovers and dips while the world spins around and the wind drags your skin taut across your bones. You can close your eyes and lose yourself in the rhythm, because nothing you do or shout or wish for will happen until the running makes up its mind to stop. So you hold steady, balancing yourself in the wake, and unhook your mind from the everyday while you sit at the silent center of it all and hope that the feeling won't stop till you're good and ready for life to be ordinary once more.

Salvation is a lifestyle of waking up and choosing God every single day of your life. As you CHOOSE to live for Him, He leads and guides your life. That leading and guiding includes cutting off bad relationships, lifestyles, addictions and anything that is hindering your fellowship with Him. If we say that we love God, then our lives must show it.

Deputy Grayson?" He turned to stare down into those soft green eyes, his pulse ratcheting up. "Yes, Miss Smith?" "Thank you." She touched his arm. "And no matter what happens, I promise I'm not a bad person." She flung her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.... Warmth rushed through Nash and tingling spread from where Phoebe's lips had touched his cheek. He raised a hand to the spot and stared at the woman, a frown pulling his brows downward. He hadn't begun the day with the intent of finding a runaway bride stranded on the side of the road. Scenarios like that were only found in those unrealistic romance novels women liked reading.No. He hadn't asked for a kiss. But now that she'd done it, she couldn't undo it, and he couldn't unfeel it.

dates are going to pass. As we read in Ecclesiastes 3 above there's a SEASON under the sun for everything. I'm pretty sure that Saul missed out on a lot of things because of his disobedience to the Lord and I don't want that to be your story. Each season in your life is truly prepping you for the next so you have to let God prep you. Let Him burn out of you the things that aren't like Him! We must learn to trust Him through this journey.

When you have a relationship with Jesus Christ and you KNOW He has your back, you wake up with JOY. And if you wake up lacking joy, you stir yourself up in the Lord until you remember that all this mess here on this earth is temporary and these tests and trials are preparing you to look more like Jesus. I like to sing worship music when I sense Satan trying to attack me. We have to stop looking to events and our circumstances to find joy.

I will have you for husband tonight,” she said in fierce, low tones, “or I will not go until I do!” “If there was any way, I would,” he protested. “Daise Congar would crack my head if I wanted to go against custom. For the love of the Light, Faile, just carry the message, and I’ll wed you the very first day I can.” He would. If that day ever came. Suddenly she was very intent on his beard, smoothing it and not meeting his eyes. She started speaking slowly but picked up speed like a runaway horse. “I … just happened to mention … in passing … I just mentioned to Mistress al’Vere how we had been traveling together—I don’t know how it came up—and she said—and Mistress Congar agreed with her—not that I talked to everybody!—she said that we probably—certainly—could be considered betrothed already under your customs, and the year is just to make sure you really do get on well together—which we do, as anyone can see—and here I am being as forward as some Domani hussy or one of those Tairen galls—if you ever even think of Berelain—oh, Light, I’m babbling, and you won’t even—” He cut her off by kissing her as thoroughly as he knew how. “Will you marry me?” he said breathlessly when he was done. “Tonight?” He must have done ever better with the kiss than he thought; he had to repeat himself six times, with her giggling against his throat and demanding he say it again, before she seemed to understand. Which was how he found himself not half an hour later kneeling opposite her in the common room, in front of Daise Congar and Marin al’Vere, Alsbet Luhhan and Neysa Ayellin and all the Women’s Circle. Loial had been roused to stand for him with Aram, and Bain and Chiad stood for Faile. There were no flowers to put in her hair or his, but Bain, guided by Marin, tucked a long red wedding ribbon around his neck, and Loial threaded another through Faile’s dark hair, his thick fingers surprisingly deft and gentle. Perrin’s hands trembled as he cupped hers. “I, Perrin Aybara, do pledge you my love, Faile Bashere, for as long as I live.” For as long as I live and after. “What I possess in this world I give to you.” A horse, an axe, a bow. A hammer. Not much to gift a bride. I give you life, my love. It’s all I have. “I will keep and hold you, succor and tend you, protect and shelter you, for all the days of my life.” I can’t keep you; the only way I can protect you is to send you away. “I am yours, always and forever.” By the time he finished, his hands were shaking visibly. Faile moved her hands to hold his. “I, Zarine Bashere …” That was a surprise; she hated that name. “ … do pledge you my love, Perrin Aybara … .” Her hands never trembled at all.

She turned to him with wide, shocked eyes. "Why did he..." His lips twitched. No coarse language in front of the infants limited the ability to discuss the fountain of baby piss that had just arced halfway across the room. "Twasn't you, darling. It's one of their favorite bath-time games. "Something about the cool air on their naked...berries," he substituted at the last second.... "Do I have piddle in my hair?" she whispered, her eyes sparkling with laughter above her flushed cheeks. "Not much," he assured her with a straight face. "You look almost becoming."... "Decades from now, when our children ask how I fell in love with their mother, I'll say 'twas her sweet, gentle compliments during bath-time, and her fleetness of foot whilst dodging a flow of ---

At times, we want to "feel" God. The truth is, we won't always have happy emotions. We won't always feel like loving. We won't always feel like pressing forward but, we can move into our daily journey by remembering that "Be sure of this : I am with you always, even to the end of the age" - (Matthew 28:20 NLT) In those moments where you feel empty or like you've driven miles away from God, we have to remember this powerful promise, " When you go through deep waters, I will be with you. When you go through rivers of difficulty, you will not drown" (Isaiah 43:2 NLT). So, you may feel frustrated with God because things aren't going your way and you may have fallen into depression. It's time for you to get back in the car and go back home to our King Jesus. All of your flesh is going to fight you to find something more comfortable but, you must learn to train your flesh to do what the Bible says to do in the midst of tests. Here are a few things that I did when I was fell into this trap.

In as little as two days, she’d gone from a reluctant princess bride to a murderer and a runaway, and now a dragon’s prize.

evil sound before he yanked at the silk on her shirt.  “I don’t think so!” and a ripping sound startled the air.  Livia couldn’t believe this was happening!  She’d come in to get some tea, just to get more energy so she could be with Stefan

He did take her to the movies. They saw Father of the Bride. Grace hated it. She hated girls like Elizabeth Taylor in that movie, she hated spoiled rich girls of whom nothing was ever asked but that they wheedle and demand. Maury said that it was only supposed to be a comedy, but she said that was not the point. She could not make clear what the point was. Anybody would think that it was because she worked as a waitress and was too poor to go to college, and that if she wanted anything like that kind of wedding she would have to spend years saving up to pay for it herself. (Maury did think this, and was stricken with respect for her, almost with reverence.) She could not explain or quite understand that it wasn’t altogether jealousy she felt, it was rage. And not because she couldn’t shop like that or dress like that. It was because that was what girls were supposed to be like. That was what men— people, everybody—thought they should be like. Beautiful, treasured, spoiled, selfish, pea-brained. That was what a girl should be, to be fallen in love with. Then she would become a mother and she’d be all mushily devoted to her babies. Not selfish anymore, but just as pea-brained. Forever. She was fuming about this while sitting beside a boy who had fallen in love with her because he had believed—instantly—in the integrity and uniqueness of her mind and soul, and had seen her poverty as a romantic gloss on that.

The lady denied it. That is that.

You and bloody Lord Jack Redgrave!

A veritable weapon of mass distraction!

fleeing the long arm of the Marquis of Strickland’s power.

Sometime on the far side of never.

three gleaming moonstones, soft and shimmering counterpoints to the clarity of the diamond.

God loves you no matter what you’ve done or said or what others have said about you. His love never fails. His mercies are new every morning. Great is His faithfulness.

Our love found a way From The Runaway Bride and the Outlaw Pirate

Runaway bride and a fucking bullet wound in my leg. Perfect! Just fucking perfect!

I dislike this waistcoat." He raised his brows. "What's wrong with it?" "You're still wearing it.

Can't sleep?" he murmured, the corners of his eyes crinkling. She blushed, but held his gaze. "Don't wish to sleep." "Mmm. I can help with that."... "Do you have anything particular in mind?" "Everything.

I've come to seduce you." His pupils dilated as his gaze heated. She smiled. He hadn't been surprised at her presence, but he'd been very surprised at the reason. He held up a palm. "By all means.

Let’s just say I pulled a Houdini slash runaway bride. Like literally. I escaped the day before the wedding using my mad climbing skills. Since his place is out in like the middle of nowhere, I hotwired this sweet crotch rocket he had sitting out front.” He raised a brow. “Okay, so I didn’t twist any wires. I used the key. But, you do realize that sounds way less exciting.” “Only you would think that.” -Meena & Leo

well, that had told her what was what. True love? Hardly. Was there such a thing as loathing at first sight?

No, you can’t, Hubert Pafput … Puffpif … oh, for heaven’s sake, that’s reason enough. I can’t even figure out your name!” Hubert looked insulted. Good.

the Lord it’s over.” “On behalf of Yankees everywhere,” Lucinda quipped, “you’re welcome.” “Ha!” Sitting up, Edwina glared at her sister,

delayed obedience is still disobedience.

Acting Up: The Atlanta Heiresses.

She wasn’t the smart one or

Be thankful all she did was raise her voice," Mr. Blackpool told Sarah conspiratorially. "During the ride to London, I had to talk her out of scaling up the townhouse walls, should the door go unanswered." She had to hide her smile at the image of flamboyant Mrs. Blackpool climbing row houses like a circus monkey. "We are fortunate indeed that such measures did not prove necessary.

The point is, people have been having babies for thousands of years. There will be frightening moments and exhausting moments, but more than anything---" "--- there will just be love.

You are in disobedience because delayed obedience is still disobedience.

You see, God has dates set for you but, if you constantly disobey Him, ignore Him and try to live your own life then your "due

Salvation is a lifestyle of waking up and choosing God every single day of your life. As you CHOOSE to live for Him, He leads and guides your life.

You will never, ever find true joy in Christ if you don't literally grab ahold of our thoughts and tell those thoughts that they are going to submit to the Holy God! You have to almost fight with those thoughts sometimes and tell your flesh that it cannot win! Do you even fight back anymore or is it just, "in your head, out of your mouth"-no filter. No saying, "Lord help me"-just a messy attitude.

We as Christians, with forgiving hearts, not only do we not limit the number of times WE forgive; we must continue to forgive with as much grace the thousandth time as we did the first time. WE are only capable of this type of forgiving spirit because the Spirit of God lives within us, and it is He who provides the ABILITY to offer forgiveness over and over, just as God forgives us over and over. So, it's NO longer in YOUR ability to forgive whoever hurt you! It's in CHRIST'S ABILITY. THIS is why it's important that you spend time with God and make sure that you have His perspective!

as Christians, we can have a different perspective in the midst of our hurt. Remember, you are NOT like this world. Your standard comes from the Lord so your RESPONSE to the hurt must be different.

Annamae had accepted her mother’s word on that, even believed that the old woman had passed away. But now that she knew

very nice letter back.” Digging again through the papers on the bed, she came up with a

She owed Pru her sanity, if not her life. And she loved

And Darcy wasn’t about to let a tail-chasing wedding crasher ruin her moment. No matter how charming. Not this time. "Nuzzling the bride’s pillows before the wedding will only get you escorted out,” Darcy said to the four legged powderpuff in matching pink booties and hair bow. The dog, who was more runway than runaway, dropped down low in the grass, eyes big black circles of excitement, tail wagging with delight—her jewel-encrusted collar winking in the sunlight.

Hello, Maddie,” a deep male voice said behind her. Her stomach dropped like a lead weight. She slowly turned. “Hello, Steve.” While she felt like she’d lived a lifetime since she’d last seen him, he looked remarkably unchanged: composed as ever with his blue-eyed, sandy-haired boy-next-door good looks. His tall, lean frame was immaculately dressed in a white shirt and khakis. No stress showed in either his face or stance. “I have to admit, I didn’t expect to find you so easily, but here you are. It must be my lucky day.” Bile rose in her tight throat and she didn’t dare look at Charlie and Gracie sitting across from her, far too quietly. “What are you doing here?” Steve smiled, a calm, easy smile. “I’m here to claim my runaway bride.” God,

List of Elizabeth Lennox Books   The Texas Tycoon’s Temptation   The Royal Cordova Trilogy Escaping a Royal Wedding The Man’s Outrageous Demands Mistress to the Prince   The Attracelli Family Series Never Dare a Tycoon Falling For the Boss Risky Negotiations Proposal to Love Love's Not Terrifying Romantic Acquisition   The Billionaire's Terms: Prison Or Passion The Sheik's Love Child The Sheik's Unfinished Business The Greek Tycoon's Lover The Sheik's Sensuous Trap The Greek's Baby Bargain The Italian's Bedroom Deal The Billionaire's Gamble The Tycoon's Seduction Plan The Sheik's Rebellious Mistress The Sheik's Missing Bride Blackmailed by the Billionaire The Billionaire's Runaway Bride The Billionaire's Elusive Lover The Intimate, Intricate Rescue   The Sisterhood Trilogy The Sheik's Virgin Lover The Billionaire's Impulsive Lover The Russian's Tender Lover The Billionaire's Gentle Rescue   The Tycoon's Toddler Surprise The Tycoon's Tender Triumph   The Friends Forever Series The Sheik's Mysterious Mistress The Duke's Willful Wife The Tycoon's Marriage Exchange   The Sheik's Secret Twins The Russian's Furious Fiancée The Tycoon's Misunderstood Bride   Love By Accident Series The Sheik's Pregnant Lover The Sheik's Furious Bride The Duke's Runaway Princess   The Russian's Pregnant Mistress   The Lovers Exchange Series The Earl's Outrageous Lover The Tycoon's Resistant Lover   The Sheik's Reluctant Lover The Spanish Tycoon's Temptress   The Berutelli Escape Resisting The Tycoon's Seduction The Billionaire’s Secretive Enchantress   The Big Apple Brotherhood The Billionaire’s Pregnant Lover The Sheik’s Rediscovered Lover The Tycoon’s Defiant Southern Belle   The Sheik’s Dangerous Lover (Novella)   The Thorpe Brothers His Captive Lover His Unexpected Lover His Secretive Lover His Challenging Lover   The Sheik’s Defiant Fiancée (Novella) The Prince’s Resistant Lover (Novella) The Tycoon’s Make-Believe Fiancée (Novella)   The Friendship Series The Billionaire’s Masquerade The Russian’s Dangerous Game The Sheik’s Beautiful Intruder   The Love and Danger Series – Romantic Mysteries Intimate Desires Intimate Caresses Intimate Secrets Intimate Whispers   The Alfieri Saga The Italian’s Passionate Return (Novella) Her Gentle Capture His Reluctant Lover Her Unexpected Admirer Her Tender Tyrant Releasing the Billionaire’s Passion (Novella) His Expectant Lover   The Sheik’s Intimate Proposition (Novella)   The Hart Sisters Trilogy The Billionaire’s Secret Marriage The Italian’s Twin Surprise The Forbidden Russian Lover   The War, Love, and Harmony Series Fighting with the Infuriating Prince (Novella) Dancing with the Dangerous Prince (Novella)

couldn’t she simply give him a polite set-down

I don’t want to marry you.” His features went deathly still and that vibe grew stifling. I didn’t see him move his arm until the slap rang through the hallway. My head snapped to the side, but even then, I needed an extra second to figure out why. He’d slapped me. I put my hand to my face. Stinging heat spread through my cheek, and he crowded close. “We’re not playing this game today,” he said in a low, threatening voice. “You hit me.” “That was not a hit. Now, go back to your room. Clean that shit off your face and don’t come out until you’re my gorgeous bride.

You clean up nice, Mr. Russo.” “I could say the same for you, Mrs. Russo.” “I’m not Mrs. Russo yet. There’s still time for me to live out my runaway bride fantasy.” “I do love a good chase.

She snarled,

Eve's heart swelled with gratitude for her friend's staunch loyalty, but it was important to her that they fully understand... I think he wanted to allow me the freedom to decide my own path...He's showing me that he understands that how important it is for me to have my family & friends again. By leaving, he's honoring the possibility that I might choose not to return to the valley. When I join him, it will be because it's solely my desire to do so.

Seriously, though,” he says, lifting a brow. “I imagine there’s a pissed-off movie star with a security team straight out of a combat zone searching Peachwood County for a runaway bride right about now. It’s not that I couldn’t take them. I’m just wondering if I need to call for reinforcements.

within herself in the short months while

for

Was it time to finally stop living according to the expectations of everyone else and instead find her direction from God alone?

Life Recipe Take one heaping portion of common sense, two wishful scoops of dreams (okay to add an extra scoop when needed), and a manageable portion of drive. Mix in equal pinches of self-respect, dignity, integrity, faith, and compassion. Recipe Tip:  If for some reason this doesn’t turn out properly, simply start recipe over, being mindful to not make the same mistake twice.

Somewhere in Scripture, it says, ‘Man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.’ I always figured if God thinks the condition of a person’s heart matters more, then I should too.

No matter his status or background, Pete was an honorable man. Maybe she’d thought he wasn’t good enough for her, but she’d been wrong. She didn’t deserve a friend like him.

But perhaps God could use personal pain as a bridge to reach others who were suffering

I have to stop worrying about what everyone is saying and believing. If we’re living rightly before God and pleasing Him, then that’s all that matters.

Her heart swelled with the ache of wishing for something better, for a world where no one had to be undesirable. Could she, in her small way, be a part of making that happen?

Everything about Peter Kelly was unsettling. He had a way about him of turning her carefully ordered world inside out and upside down.

If he believed in her, was it time to start believing in herself? Somehow his confidence in her made her want to do more and be better. But how?

Pete had determined that this time, with this new ship, he’d be among the lucky ones to get a bride. And when Peter Kelly set his mind to something, he’d do it.

The world around us will always shift their definitions of what's right and wrong. But God's Word never changes. His truth is steadfast. Why build my life on sinking sand when I have something much more solid I can live upon?

God's given us each a gift - a talent - to use for His purposes. Mayhap that's why you're here in this place. To discover what that is.

But now, at that moment, she couldn't foresee a future without him in it. He was everything she'd ever needed but hadn't known until now. He treated her fairly, without the condescension that many men used with women. He gave her opportunities to try new things, challenged her to do more than she believed she could, expected her to admit her mistakes, and allowed her to be herself without pretense.

thought you said she wasn’t with thieves.” “It’s not like that, Celia.

Know your weaknesses. For example, I have what can be described as “dead shark eyes.” But if I try too hard to look alert, I look batshit crazy, like the runaway bride. If a bout of “creepy face” sets in, the trick is to look away from the camera between shots and turn back only when necessary. This also limits how much of your soul the camera can steal.

Book 5: Keepsake The runaway bride is back to cause trouble!

Amelia is not some hook-up! She's everything. She's my wife.