C.S. Harris Quotes & Sayings

When one lived a life that was, essentially, a lie, appearances were everything. — C.S. Harris

diplomacy. A dance of shadows in the darkness. — C.S. Harris

Lord love us, I need a drink," said Calhoun, looking faintly green around the gills as he paused on the flagway in front of the chapel to draw in a deep breath of fresh air. "I've dressed many a gentleman in my career - sober, drunk, and even dead. But I must say, this is the first time I've ever been called upon to dress one who was in bits." Monday, — C.S. Harris

He wanted to tell her that he'd learned a man could come to love again without betraying his first love. — C.S. Harris

He made an honest woman of me. It's a curious expression, don't you agree? An 'honest woman' is a very different creature from an 'honest man' and has nothing to do with the truth or lack thereof. Just as a woman's honor is a very different thing from a man's. It's as if when it comes to women, all possible virtues - honesty, honor, even virtue itself - are reduced simply to whom we allow between our legs. — C.S. Harris

The war had taught us so many things: how to spin wool and weave cloth; how to fashion our own shoes from old saddle leather and sturdy canvas; how to plow fields and mend fences. Now it had taught us to kill, and how to protect ourselves from the consequences of those killings with a grim purposefulness that would have been unimaginable even a year before. — C.S. Harris

She had been born with a different name, to a woman with laughing eyes and warmly whispered words of love who'd died degraded and afraid on a misty Irish morning. — C.S. Harris

It was the stuff of legends, the Highland Rising of 1745 in support of Bonnie Prince Charlie. Sebastian had heard the stories, too, from his grandmother, Hendon's mother, who had been a Grant from Glenmoriston. Stories of unarmed clansmen dragged out of crofts and slaughtered before their screaming children. Of women and children burned alive, or turned out of their villages to die in the snow. What was done to the Highlanders after Culloden would forever be a dark stain on the English soul. Everything from the pipes to the plaids to the Gaelic language itself had been forbidden, obliterating an entire culture. — C.S. Harris

Sometimes he wondered if most people experienced the world around them a little bit differently from their fellows, if the assumption of commonality was simply an illusion. — C.S. Harris

That things like 'onor, and justice, and love are the most important things in the world and that it's up to each and every one of us to always try to be the best person we can possibly be. — C.S. Harris

Religion is important to the order of society. It reconciles the lower classes to their lot in life and teaches them to respect their betters. — C.S. Harris

subalterns, when Sebastian bought his first commission — C.S. Harris

Do you think I don't worry about you?"
"That's not - "
"Not the same? Because you are a man and I am a woman?"
"No. Because it's one thing for me to make the choice to put my own life in danger and something else entirely when my actions endanger someone else."
She touched her fingers to his lips. "I knew what I was letting myself in for when I married you, Devlin."
He smiled against her hand. "I'm not sure I did. — C.S. Harris

Love. I think an angel would fear falling in love with a mortal - someone who could be theirs for only a short time and then would slip away forever. He — C.S. Harris

There was something about the act of killing that could bring out everything primitive and not quite human within a man. — C.S. Harris

In my experience, those for whom war is lucrative are rarely satisfied. For them, war is opportunity, not hardship or sorrow. After all, it is rarely their sons who lie in unmarked graves on foreign soil. — C.S. Harris

The Church, like the monarchy, was a valuable bastion of defense against the dangerous alliance of atheistical philosophy with political radicalism. The Bible taught the poorer orders that their lowly path had been allotted to them by the hand of God, and the Church was there to make quite certain they understood that. — C.S. Harris

Those for whom war is lucrative are rarely satiated. — C.S. Harris

Life is full of scary things," he used to tell Kat. "The trick is not to let your fears get in the way of your living. Whatever else you do, Katherine, don't settle for a life half-lived. — C.S. Harris

If this war has taught us anything, it is that convictions of righteous certitude can be soul-corrupting illusions that offer mo dispensation from hell. — C.S. Harris

He was like a god to her. What happens when your god dies? Sebastian wondered. When someone is your sun and moon and stars, and then you discover something, something that reveals a hitherto unknown weakness so fundamental, so shattering that it destroys not only your trust in the other person, but your respect, too.
Some people never recover from that kind of disillusionment. — C.S. Harris

the merry green eyes and a roguish dimple — C.S. Harris

odor like that of rotting meat permeated — C.S. Harris

And because she loved him so much, because she would always love him, she forced herself to say what needed to be said, although the words tore open every old bleeding wound she'd hidden away so deep within her. "And I would do it again," she whispered, "because you are who you are, while I am . . . what I am." His — C.S. Harris

I've never attended a Quaker service before." "We believe that true religion is a personal encounter with God rather than a matter of ritual and ceremony, and that all aspects of life are sacramental. Therefore, no one day or place or activity is any more spiritual than any other. But we gather together at such times to discover in stillness a deeper sense of God's presence. — C.S. Harris

She touched her hand to his cheek, and he turned toward her, his arms coming around her to draw her close, his cheek pressed to the side of her hair. She felt his chest lift against hers as he drew in a ragged breath and held her tight. And then he said the words she'd long thought she'd never hear.
God, how I love you, Hero. So much. So much ... — C.S. Harris