Marcia Lynn McClure Quotes & Sayings

Scars are but evidence of life. — Marcia Lynn McClure

First you term me pretty ... and then dub me terrifying in the next breath," he said. "I do not know what to make of it."
"Make of it that you are ... pretty terrifying, Sir Broderick Dougray," Monet said, smiling at the warmth of his breath in her hair. — Marcia Lynn McClure

Then claim it my pretty knight," she whispered- weeping with joy. "Claim your prize ... claim me as your token of favour ... for I have ever been yours, Broderick. — Marcia Lynn McClure

long to taste the honeyed breeze and touch the rubied apple's flavor - to speak with soft conversing leaves, the songs of sky's white clouds to savor. — Marcia Lynn McClure

Do not linger on regret, my friend," Bronson said. "Go forward and leave the past where it is. — Marcia Lynn McClure

More often, one decision can change the entire course of a life. — Marcia Lynn McClure

The trick is finding a person whose flaws don't drive you crazy ... you know ... someone whose flaws you can live with ... someone who can stand your flaws, too. — Marcia Lynn McClure

Injustice is plaguing the countryside! And I think pie may be the only answer. — Marcia Lynn McClure

I'll be fine. It's just hard to love somebody who doesn't love you back," Fallon answered. — Marcia Lynn McClure

Sometimes just the tiniest allocation of time spent with a friend, imprints on your mind and gives you something to smile about for the rest of the week, month, or your life! — Marcia Lynn McClure

You've been quiet for awhile. What are you thinking about?" he asked, grinning at her.
"I was wondering if maybe you're a serial killer. — Marcia Lynn McClure

Sometimes a spoonful of wickedness leads to a mountain of regret. — Marcia Lynn McClure

Yet Katie held fast to the dream that perhaps there were men in the world who appreciated good women - men capable of loving a woman enough to die for her.
Something had to inspire the heroes in fairy tales and books.
Her Aunt Augusta always said it was only womenfolk's eternal wish for better men that inspired such stories ... but Katie liked to believe that living or, at least, once-living men inspired them. — Marcia Lynn McClure

It is a severe cruelty inflicted upon women ... that we should be the ones who so desperately need love ... affection ... acceptance.And yet, we suffer ... many of us, for lack of it throughout our entire lives.-Shackles of Honor — Marcia Lynn McClure

I love you the way a man loves only one woman- only one woman ... forever. — Marcia Lynn McClure

Scars are but evidence of life," Coquette said. "Evidence of choices to be learned from ... evidence of wounds ... wounds inflicted of mistakes ... wounds we choose to allow the healing of. We likewise choose to see them, that we may not make the same mistakes again. — Marcia Lynn McClure

Falling in love is an adventure
the breathless, goose-bump-rendering voyage of a real-life hero and heroine. Falling in love is simultaneously wonderful and painful
a mingling of uncertainty and euphoria. Love stories are, after all, like people
as individual as snowflakes. Each love story is entirely unique
each love story should be admired, cherished, and valued! — Marcia Lynn McClure

THE ONLY DUMB QUESTION IS THE ONE THAT IS NOT ASKED — Marcia Lynn McClure

Let's see
a prince defending your honor with his vast vocabulary and political competency
okay, maybe. But a rogue defending you with fists and bladed weaponry? No contest there! — Marcia Lynn McClure

He's magnificent!" Maureen sighed, walking to the window and watching Brevan saunter toward the barn.
"He is not a horse, Maury," Genieva reminded. — Marcia Lynn McClure

I am no infant!" Valor growled. Why did they insist on treating him as if he were ill or fatally wounded? He was merely fatigued from a long night's ride and strenuous battle.
"Your behaviour would prove otherwise, milord. — Marcia Lynn McClure

People like to think the worst. They like to have hushed gossip sessions and point their fingers at someone's problems that are more obvious than their own. — Marcia Lynn McClure