J. K. Maclean Quotes

But she had dreamed of being his for too long. He had quite ruined her for a marriage of convenience. She wanted everything from him: his mind, his body, his name and, most of all, his heart.

Men are not nearly as evolved as women are, nor as intelligent, evidently

Let me be clear. Last I was aware you were neither my husband nor my father nor my King. Therefore, any control you may imagine you hold over me is just that- imaginary

I have the longing that all writers have for new ears to pour my words into.

I remember the period in the 1980s where the Beatles were terminally uncool, and it seemed to me then like they were just my little secret, and the rest of the world didn't know anything about them.

One of the great things about being in a band is that you meet so many other musicians who will turn you on to stuff you would never have otherwise found out about.

I do like that idea that music can work on two levels, and you only pick up on the second one after a few listens.

Folk songs in general, I like. The old spooky Scottish folk songs.

I'm not a born writer, and I don't enjoy writing.

I think we're the shortest relay team in history but we're fast.

Bev Pettersen writes with flair and a down-to-earth warmth that will make you smile and sigh with contentment.

Don’t lose faith in the good things, even when life is tough. The good things come in waves, along with the bad.

Writing is a solitary occupation, and we like it that way.

Privatization radically alters power relations in our society by weakening groups like public employees and public school teachers.

While wine may be only a drink, it is also one of the most complex sensory pleasures we enjoy. It is as cerebral as it is sensual, and it requires a lifetime to appreciate it.

How can a question be answered that asks a lifetime of questions.

The hardest thing usually to leave behind, as was the case now, can loosely be called the conscience.

Silent mantra practice helps me respond rather than react.

I've spent twenty-eight years doing what everyone around me expected me to do...being what everyone around me has expected me to be. And it's horrid to be someone else's vision of yourself.

This new world was already turning her into a cabbagehead, and she'd only been a part of it for an evening

Do you think me horselike, my lord?" Realizing the threat to his personage, Blackmoor wiped the smile from his face and replied, "Not at all. I said I think you charming." "A fine start.

So, are you... intrigued ... by Stanhope?" "Intrigued by him?" "Indeed. Do you find him ..." he paused. "Intriguing?" she teased. He sent her an exasperated look.

She was all he wanted. He would give everything for her. Without thought. Without regret.

Sometimes, love was not enough.

Truth is irrelevant. What is relevant is whether or not they believe it." The logic in the words grated. "The first rule of scoundrels?

First, I thought we'd already established that I am not a gentleman. That ship sailed long ago. And second, you'd be surprised what gentlemen do...and what ladies enjoy." ~Lord Bourne

And as the bullet ripped through his flesh, Ralston was consumed by a single thought: I never told her that I loved her.

He was struck dumb at the words though he should not be surprised; his wife kept him in a perpetual state of speechlessness.

You plan to be a challenge, do you?" Juliana smiled angelically. "I agreed to remain, my lord. Not to remain silent.

So what's your second suggestion?" "Tread lightly." "That's it? That's the best advice you can give me?" "All right, tread very lightly.

I, for one, have no interest at all in having my heart stolen.

why couldn't someone , somewhere , want her for her ?

Love isn't one-sided and selfish.It is full and generous and life-altering in the best of ways.Love does not destroy, Gabriel.It creates.

My whole life . . . two and two has made four.”... “But now . . . it’s all gone wrong.” She shook her head. “It doesn’t make four anymore. It makes you.

She tilted her head, considering the sensation. "It is strange." He gave a hiss of laughter at the words. "It only gets stranger, darling. But we shall try for something more.

It was a terrifying feeling. And if it was love, he wanted none of it.

Kisses should not leave you satisfied.

I do not traditionally speak ill of women, but your governess is a cabbagehead

Un momento con una donna capricciosa vale undici anni di vita noiosa. A single moment with a fiery female is worth eleven years of a boring life.

..he wanted her. And at another time, as another man, he would have her. Without hesitation. As lover. . . as more.

How could she go on without him? And, at the same time, how could she go on knowing that every moment of their time together had meant so little to him

do not like this taste for adventure you have developed, sister.” “I am afraid I cannot guarantee I shall be rid of it anytime soon.

Benedick looked to the ceiling as though begging for divine patience. Or for the Lord to strike his sister down. Callie couldn’t quite discern which.

It didn’t matter the quality of the writing— Callie’s fantasies about her fictional heroes were entirely democratic.

And... as long as they need me, it's easier to forget that I am alone.

I practice loving-kindness meditation, which cultivates compassion and equanimity.

I feel able to comfort myself emotionally, and this keeps my heart open.

When I feel hurt, I fully experience my emotions (and don't make them anyone else's problem!). Then I question my thoughts, examining my belief system and meeting the reality of life.

She had the best kind of courage, or maybe the worst kind, the kind that gets you into trouble.

..he wanted her.And at another time, as another man, he would have her. Without hesitation. As lover. . . as more.