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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9363f40 | This small woman filled the empty places inside him, made him feel whole again. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 8ab7978 | My heart is filled with great love for you," he whispered. Tears sprang to Loretta's eyes. She couldn't name the emotion that caused them, didn't want to. Then, like projectiles from a cannon, the words shot from her mouth. "Oh, Hunter, I love you, too." | Catherine Anderson | ||
| ce61bd6 | My heart is filled with great love for you," he whispered." | Catherine Anderson | ||
| f52e894 | Look into my eyes. Do you see a new morning with new beginnings?" He searched her gaze, and then, in a husky voice that reached way down inside her, he whispered, "Yes." He drew out the word until it seemed to echo and reecho in her mind." | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 15253f8 | You will come to me. You will want my hand upon you. It will be so. The Great Ones have spoken it. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| d2e5e67 | I won't marry you!" she cried frantically. He threw her a look charged with martial arrogance. "You will be my wife, little one. My way or yours, in the end, it will be so." | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 391ec4a | It will be well. My people will accept. You are one with them now, the wife of a warrior. In time, you will want to be beside me. Your fear will leave. You will see. Until then, this Comanche will wait, eh? | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 042fc5d | Blue Eyes, I do not want stew," Hunter whispered, his voice laced with tenderness. "If you hunger, we will have nuts and fruit, eh?" Loretta swallowed a lump of air. Fruit and nuts were better than the alternative. Maybe, if she ate one nut at a time..."All right, fruit and nuts." He spread a buffalo robe beside the fire while she put the pot away and dug up a parfleche of fruit and nuts from his store of preserved edibles. Kneeling beside .. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| f8ff31d | Brushing her hands clean on her skirt, Loretta stared dismally at the fire. Merciful heaven, why had she asked for a fire? He'd be able to her, which somehow made the thought of undressing in front of him all the more horrid. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 343d17e | Where was Hunter? The question repeated itself in Loretta's mind hundreds of times with each passing day. As the mercenaries escorted her and Amy ever closer to Fort Belknap, Loretta's uneasiness grew. Hunter wasn't dead. She knew he wasn't. Sometimes she would have sworn he rode just behind them, but when she looked over her shoulder, she saw nothing. At other times she felt his gaze on her and glanced up, convinced she would see him, astr.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 7ea8027 | While she prayed, she listened--for Hunter, for some telltale sound that he was indeed out there, as she sensed he was. She knew, as surely as if Hunter had told her, that he was watching over her. She knew as long as the white men did her and Amy no harm, he was content to ride shotgun, watching over them from a distance. On the last night out, Loretta's faith in Hunter was rewarded. As everyone settled down to sleep, a coyote yipped nearb.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| bce88be | You are my woman. We are one, forever with no horizon." "Oh, Hunter, it isn't that easy. I'm leaving," she whispered in a quavery voice. "You can't watch me every second." "It is forbidden for a woman to leave her husband." "So is our love." | Catherine Anderson | ||
| e618000 | If you flee, this Comanche will follow you. Anyone who tries to keep you from me will die. Think long and hard on this. I paid a fine bride price. You are my woman. What is mine, I keep. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| b5eca54 | Who is that girl?" Loretta demanded one evening. "What girl?" Hunter felt heat rising up his neck and avoided meeting his wife's flashing blue gaze. " girl, the one who seems to have something in her eye." Hunter obliged Loretta by giving Bright Star a bored glance. "She is sister to my woman who is dead." He bent back over the arrowhead he was sharpening. "She is called Bright Star." "She doesn't very bright. Is that a tic, or does she .. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 413180d | There was no such thing in being prepared for Henry's temper when it blew. Though Loretta was braced for it, she still jumped at the first roar. "You're " "I'm in the family way." With one suspender up and one down, his shirt partially untucked, and both feet bare, Henry was ill prepared for throwing a tantrum. His face mottled, the spots an alarming shade of purple. Eyes bugging like blue marbles, he croaked, "With that bastard Comanche's.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| db2b4ad | What did you say?" Henry grated. "I said , Henry." Rachel's voice was still soft, but the glint in her eyes was fighting mean. "I've put up with your cussedness for nigh on nine years. No more. You apologize to Loretta Jane this instant." "Or you'll do what?" Rachel lifted a challenging brow. "Well, I reckon you're too big for me to grab you by the heels and your brains. Guess I'll have to blow them out." | Catherine Anderson | ||
| ffecdf6 | What did you say?" Henry grated. "I said , Henry." Rachel's voice was still soft, but the glint in her eyes was fighting mean. "I've put up with your cussedness for nigh on nine years. No more. You apologize to Loretta Jane this instant." "Or you'll do what?" Rachel lifted a challenging brow. "Well, I reckon you're too big for me to grab you by the heels and your brains. Guess I'll have to blow them out. Now apologize. I won't have that .. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| b9dd521 | You know, I should start thinking on names. I have to be over two months gone. A name is important. Especially for this baby." "Why especially this one?" Rachel asked, looking up from the bread she was kneading. "Names are important for everybody." Loretta sighed. "Well, with Hunter as the father, I have to think of names he'd approve of." "You call that child Running Water and I'll disown you." Loretta giggled. "I don't know. After hemming.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 0f5e0e7 | My heart is filled with great love for you," he whispered. Tears sprang to Loretta's eyes. She couldn't name the emotion that caused them, didn't want to. Then, like projectiles from a cannon, the words shot from her mouth. "Oh, Hunter, I love you, too." The moment she said it, she knew it was true. She loved him as she had never loved anyone, with an intensity that made her ache. Hunter, the fierce warrior, the culmination of all her night.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| b50f56e | Hunter turned toward her and looped an arm around her waist. His eyes were dark splashes in the moonlight. "Blue Eyes, it will be good. Trust this Comanche." "How can it be, Hunter?" "I will make it so." He feathered a finger across her bottom lip. His voice, his gentle touch, delved deep, turning her warm and liquid, melting her resistance. She closed her eyes. In four more days, maybe less, she would be back in Hunter's village. "Hunter,.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| eb87efa | Surely you don't mean right " Her startled gaze focused on the lodge door. "It's not even dark yet. People are still awake. You haven't eaten. There's no fire built. We can't just--" He lifted the door flap and drew her into the dark lodge. "Blue Eyes, I have no hunger for food," he said huskily. "But I will make a fire if you wish for one." Any delay, no matter how short, appealed to Loretta. "Oh, yes, it's sort of chilly, don't you think.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| b0bd6bc | A wonderfully hard arm encircled her, his broad wrist pressed against her spine, his long fingers fanning between her shoulder blades. She let her head fall back to accommodate his caressing mouth. " ," she whispered. "Hello," he murmured against her ear, sending spirals of longing down her spine." | Catherine Anderson | ||
| cb794b0 | You hurt?" Loretta knew he had gone to great lengths to be gentle with her earlier, but she was sore nonetheless. The ache was to be expected, she felt sure, and probably would disappear in a day or two. "I'm fine." He slid his hand to her belly, his strong fingers probing carefully, his gaze alert on her face for telltale signs of pain. "Ah, Blue Eyes, I think you lie." His gentleness and concern touched her. "It isn't that bad, truly. If .. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 9fcd1d4 | Another uplifting development was Amy's recovery from her ordeal. Loretta could scarcely believe how quickly the child was regaining her former gaiety, and she soon realized Swift Antelope was the cause. The young warrior clearly adored Amy and spent hours roaming the river with her, forging a friendship that set Amy's cheeks aglow. Hunter, quite the opposite of Loretta, found this same period of time a trial. While Swift Antelope made stea.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 918917c | It seemed to Hunter that every time he turned around, Bright Star hovered nearby, fluttering her lashes and blushing, making such an obvious play for Hunter's affections that he knew it couldn't escape his wife's notice for long. Hunter didn't want to shame Bright Star by scorning her. At the same time, he didn't want Loretta to believe he was encouraging the girl. He already had enough problems. While he mulled the situation over, trying t.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| e4d0e0e | This Comanche has no wish for a of wives. One is sure enough plenty trouble." "Are you saying I make your life miserable? If that's the case, why did you marry me? Why didn't you marry ?" Hunter knew jealousy when he saw it. Everything else had failed. New tactics were called for. "I could have. Bright Star thinks I would be a fine husband, yes?" "She can have you." That wasn't exactly the response Hunter had been hoping for." | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 286f1fd | That my eyes are yours as well. When you go blind, I'll draw pictures with words so you can still see all the beautiful things. You told me once that the most gorgeous thing you first saw was the Central Oregon blue sky. That's my vow to you, Carly--nothing but blue skies for the rest of our lives, even after you go permanently blind." . He bent at the knees to catch her up in his arms. As he carried her toward the cabin, she gazed up at hi.. | romance | Catherine Anderson | |
| c801561 | Parler derriere le dos des autres est le ventilateur du couer. | Marjane Satrapi | ||
| ec8813a | Adultery is treason to the family; adulterers should be put to death. | Adultery | ||
| 828ae39 | History's made of surprises that seem obvious in retrospect. | Daniel Abraham | ||
| 950eaa9 | Equipped with his five senses, man explores the universe around him and calls the adventure Science. | Adventure | ||
| 8db62f1 | The potential for adventure makes life worth living. | Adventure | ||
| 76e28cb | This breakage within us is what makes us human and vulnerable. There is nothing more sinister than someone whose mind seems to be an absolute circle; there is a helpless coldness and a deadly certainty about such a presence. | celtic-spirituality humanness longing love sensitivity spirituality vulnerability | John O'Donohue | |
| 0b36943 | Indeed, a book is a path of words which takes the heart in new directions. | John O'Donohue | ||
| f357efd | I think that we are infinitely greater than our minds and we are infinitely more than our images of ourselves. One of the sad things today is that so many people are frightened by the wonder of their own presence. They are dying to tie themselves into a system, a role, or to an image, or to a predetermined identity that other people have actually settled on for them. This identity may be totally at variance with the wild energies that are r.. | John O'Donohue | ||
| e631c28 | There is a desperate hunger for belonging. People feel isolated and cut off. Perhaps this is why a whole nation can assemble around the images of celebrities. They have no acquaintance with these celebrities personally. They look at them from a distance and project all their longings onto them. When something happens to a celebrity, they feel as if it is happening to themselves. There is an acute need for the reawakening of the sense of com.. | John O'Donohue | ||
| f55f177 | As the Irish poet John O'Donohue puts it, "There is a huge and leaden loneliness settling like a frozen winter on so many humans." | Sue Johnson | ||
| 8b64c61 | One of the greatest sins is the unlived life, not to allow yourself to become chief executive of the project you call your life, to have reverence always for the immensity that is inside you. | life | John O'Donohue | |
| c4769d9 | I feel that fear is negative wonder. It is the point at which wonder begins to consume itself and scrape off the essence of things. | wonder | John O'Donohue | |
| 805d02b | I don't believe that death comes at the end of a life. I believe your death was there at your birth with you. It was the unknown presence. Every step of the road of your life that you take, your death is beside you. | inspirational life | John O'Donohue | |
| eea2633 | Where the imagination is alive, wonder is completely alive. Where the imagination is alive, possibility is awake because imagination is the great friend of possibility. Possibilities are always more interesting than their facts. | inspirational possibility wonder | John O'Donohue | |
| 0f3201a | If you go out for several hours into a place that is wild, your mind begins to slow down, down, down. What is happening is that the clay of your body is retrieving its own sense of sisterhood with the great clay of the landscape. | slowing-down wild wonder | John O'Donohue | |
| 56047cc | A lot of experiences that we have in the world are torn, broken, hard experiences, and in broken, difficult, lonesome experiences you earn a quality of light that is very precious. I often think of it as quarried light. | pain redemption suffering | John O'Donohue | |
| 7227807 | In the beginning was the dream... In the eternal night where no dawn broke, the dream deepened. Before anything ever was, it had to be dreamed... If we take Nature as the great artist, then all presences in the world have emerged from her mind and imagination. We are children of the earth's dreaming. It's almost as if Nature is in dream and we are her children who have broken through the dawn into time and place. Fashioned in the dreaming o.. | John O'Donohue |