#historic

I am fond of history and am very well contented to take the false with the true. In the principal facts they have sources of intelligence in former histories and records, which may be as much depended on, I conclude, as anything that does not actually pass under ones own observation; and as for the little embellishments you speak of, they are embellishments, and I like them as such. ↗

— Jane Austen

#intelligence

I intend to marry Michael, and squander all his money and run his life, and make sure he never again consorts with wicked women or gambles with licentious men. I promise I will henpeck him until he has no life beyond what I allow him, and when we die, I will lie in his arms through all eternity. ↗

— Christina Dodd

#christina-dodd #duke #governess-brides #historical-adventure #historical-fiction

I’ve crossed a world of sand and tears in search of you. I love you. I’ve done nothing in my life worth more than that. ↗

— V.S. Carnes

#historical-romance #love #life

All good things originate with the Creator God, he'd been taught, and the Song of Life was no exception. ↗

— Sandi Layne

#historical-fiction #irish-warrior #supernatural #life

Like an unfinished symphony, her story played on my mind for most of my life. It would rock to the tune of the passage of time, an adagio of high notes, low notes an illusive movements. Then when I least expected it, I happened upon the missing notes in the life of Charlotte Howe Taylor. ↗

— Sally Armstrong

#adventure-romance #adventuresome-women #canadian #historical #native-american

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. ↗

— Alma Katsu

#paranormal #love

I've bled for you. I've killed for you. I've held you in my arms and done my best to make love to you. I'd give my life to protect you. Now I sit beside you, askin' you to trust me. ↗

— Pamela Clare

#scotsman #life

Your love of glory must conquer your will to survive; or why fight at all? Why not be a smith, a brewer, a wool merchant? Why are you in the contest, if not to win, and if not to win, then to die? ↗

— Hilary Mantel

#love

It is surprising how many great men started out as horse thieves. ↗

— P.J. Sullivan

#greatness #historical #history #horses #men

Hang you, DeVere! She's a close friend, nothing more." He furrowed his brow once again. "Though I do fear of late that she entertains some...expectations." "You think the young widow may aspire to quite another surrogate role? They all do, ol' chap. Expectations and demands—titles, money, time, attention. The female half of the species are little better than vampires, sucking away one's very lifeblood. ↗

— Victoria Vane

#erotic-historical-romance #historical-romance #money