Melanie Dickerson Quotes & Sayings
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Famous Quotes By Melanie Dickerson
May I ask if you have experience in the realm of shaving men?" "You may, and I do." He'd never seen such a confident, impertinent smile on her face. He frowned. "You're enjoying this too much." "Forgive me. I am simply happy. Now hold still so that I don't cut you. — Melanie Dickerson
Gisela wanted to say something. "Of course. Be careful." Dumb. Of course he won't be careful. He's jousting. — Melanie Dickerson
When he didn't say anything else, Odette's hand moved down his arm, and she slipped her hand inside his. His heart beat like a thundering of horses' hooves as she gently squeezed. — Melanie Dickerson
I didn't believe any woman could love me, as disfigured as I am, and especially anyone as beautiful as you are, inside and out. I still can hardly believe it. — Melanie Dickerson
With reluctance, she loosened her arms from around his waist and took a step back. But Jorgen did not let go. His hand stayed on her back, while the other came up and pressed against her cheek as he looked into her eyes. The moment seemed frozen as they gazed at each other. When his eyes focused on her mouth, her heart started to pound and her breath left her chest. Would he kiss her? Did she dare kiss him? It would be easy to rise on her tiptoes and pull his head down to hers. She did not think he would resist. A — Melanie Dickerson
He had transformed, from "Froschjunge," or "Frog boy," to her very own knight in shining armor. — Melanie Dickerson
Wait. Please." Odette touched his hand. She wasn't sure what to say to him, but she couldn't bear for him to leave. "Stay with me." He stared down at her hand and bowed his head over it. She couldn't resist lifting her other hand to touch his hair. It was as soft as she thought it would be. When he didn't move, she slowly wrapped a lock of it around her fingertip. There was sadness in the way his shoulders and head were bowed. — Melanie Dickerson
Valten turned to face her and she threw her arms around him again. We have to get out of here, his mind told him, but he decided he had enough time for another kiss. And Gisela obviously agreed. — Melanie Dickerson
The world needs more people like you, Odette." She smiled to lighten the mood."And you, Jorgen Hortman. — Melanie Dickerson
Rose clasped her hands and stared into his eyes, loving him, drinking in his love for her, for the last time. — Melanie Dickerson
JORGEN COULD NOT take his eyes off Odette. The mask somehow made her even more mysterious . . . and desirable. — Melanie Dickerson
Trust me, dear girl, you were born for love, for loving and caring and healing." She — Melanie Dickerson
Are you sure you do not want to be inside meeting all the countesses and duchesses?" "We can go back inside in a little while. It is pleasant here." Alone with you. She could stay here with him all night, allowing herself to imagine what it would be like if he kissed her, if they were free to fall in love. If only she were truly a swan princess and he were truly a prince. — Melanie Dickerson
Odette felt as if she were floating. She could still feel Jorgen's lips on hers, — Melanie Dickerson
How he had wanted to forget who he was for one moment, forget his duty and everything else, to pull her into his arms and kiss her with every ounce of his passion. — Melanie Dickerson
Is that your scarf the duke's son is wearing?" Cristyne stared at Gisela with wide eyes. Gisela forced herself to breathe. "It is." Cristyne said her name in a slow, awed whisper. "Gisela. — Melanie Dickerson
When he pulled away, he looked into her eyes, then kissed her again, as if he needed one more sip. But then he needed another, and another, his hands coming up to cradle her face. Soon she was quite dizzy. She held on tighter, choosing not to tell him she needed to sit down until her knees stopped shaking. He — Melanie Dickerson
I want you to be my family now, for us to be a family together. — Melanie Dickerson
Gerek placed his hands under Rapunzel's arms and lifted her to her feet. She looked into his eyes for a moment, then threw her arms around him. He pulled her close with one arm, still holding his sword in his other hand. "Shh. All is well . . . All is well." Her golden hair was falling around her shoulders in disarray. How his heart swelled with joy at seeing her safe, her arms around him, the way it felt to touch her and hold her . . . which he should not be doing. But the way she was clinging to him felt so good he could barely breathe. — Melanie Dickerson
Valten's hand tightened around Gisela arm, and he grunted in frustration. He brushed his finger over her cheek and whispered, "We will continue this conversation later." "Yes, my lord." The mischievous twinkle in her eye almost made him kiss her anyway, even though Rainhilda was staring at them from the Great Hall door. — Melanie Dickerson
Was he the only person in the world who knew how precious her trust was, who knew how difficult it was for her to give it? — Melanie Dickerson
He could go home knowing he had done something good, that he had made a difference in the life of the most beautiful, worthy, gentle creature in the world. — Melanie Dickerson
Who would marry her and take care of her? O God, let it be me. His chest ached with the fervor of his desire - and his impossible request. — Melanie Dickerson
Avelina shuddered and pressed her face into Lord Thornbeck's shoulder. He held her tight against him. If only she could stay like this forever, safe and warm and protected, or at least until she stopped shaking. She — Melanie Dickerson
Soon he would be married and no longer living at Hagenheim Castle. He would forget her, and she would forget him. But if the pain in his chest was any indication, it might be a painful process. — Melanie Dickerson
You deserve to love and be loved. — Melanie Dickerson
She pulled away from him and he let her go, the ache intensifying in his chest. — Melanie Dickerson
A man could only love her imperfectly, but God could give her the perfect love she desired. Lady Rose had learned to comfort her husband in his pain instead of expecting him to heal her own. — Melanie Dickerson
Jorgen!" Mathis strode up to Jorgen's side. "I hope you are not going to dance with this lovely swan all night." "I had hoped I would." Jorgen winked at her. Odette smiled at him. — Melanie Dickerson
Ranulf's heart did a strange stutter at the way she defended him. He longed to intervene, to stop the questioning. — Melanie Dickerson
but behind her mask, she smiled flirtatiously at him, letting the warm sensations spread all through her, from her hand to her cheeks. The — Melanie Dickerson
When Gerek had steered his horse onto the road, Rapunzel put both arms around him and lay her cheek against his chest. The feeling she created inside him, tucked against him, her arms around his back, was better than winning a tournament, better than a hot bath after a long journey, better than anything. He wanted this feeling to last forever ... at least the rest of his life. — Melanie Dickerson
She danced as if nothing had ever made her so happy. She smiled as if it was only for him. He hoped those smiles meant she liked him, because he hoped to dance only with her at the ball tomorrow night. — Melanie Dickerson
I don't need prestige or wealth," he said softly. "I need you, and I want you with me forever. — Melanie Dickerson
But I must say that I've never seen him look at anyone the way he looked at you tonight. — Melanie Dickerson
How good it had felt to be chosen by him, even in the midst of her horror at what was about to happen, at his discovering she was an imposter. It was like being in his arms after he rescued her from falling off the balcony, his fine woolen tunic against her cheek. So much heaven . . . but it could never be. Not for her. She was Avelina the servant, not Dorothea the earl's daughter. Dear heavenly saints. How she wanted him to love her, wanted his love. The pain was so great she doubled over. Lady — Melanie Dickerson
She would think about how her breath had stuck in her throat when he had looked into her eyes. How fierce and protective he had been. How rugged and masculine he had looked with several days of stubble on his cheeks and chin. — Melanie Dickerson
She wanted to hit him. Perhaps she would. — Melanie Dickerson
He had probably made a mistake by requesting that Annabel read to them, but his intention was to behave as usual. Or, at least that was one intention. He also wanted to keep her as near to him as he could. He could see she was rattled, even more than he expected, and he hoped to be a calming influence on her. — Melanie Dickerson
You are brave and strong and good, noble and kind. I love you and I think you're ... — Melanie Dickerson
She had no right to enjoy his touch. She was a terrible friend in that moment, because she wanted him. Oh, how she wanted him to love her! To always be near to hold her and protect her. — Melanie Dickerson
I will never leave you again," he said softly against her ear. "I will follow you around like a lost puppy if you let me. I love you, Sophie. God has given me back my little girl." Sophie — Melanie Dickerson
Ach, but she was stubborn. He was only trying to protect her. But once again, in spite of his frustration, he admired her bravery and determination. And he surprised himself by realizing ... he even liked arguing with her. — Melanie Dickerson
He should not say such a thing, but knowing he only had one more day alone with her made him reckless. — Melanie Dickerson
He leaned toward her. Her eyes wavered closed just as his lips touched her forehead. His lips were warm on her skin. His hand slipped behind her neck, and he turned slightly and kissed her temple. She was afraid to move, afraid to breathe, for fear she would ruin the moment and he would stop. Someone cleared his throat behind them. Gisela froze. A low growling sound came from Valten's throat as he pulled away, but he kept his hand behind her neck. Her face burned as she realized Friar Daniel had seen Valten kissing her. — Melanie Dickerson
Even though his heart would be broken when he finally had to part from her, and he regretted he couldn't marry her, he wasn't sorry he had spent these days with her. — Melanie Dickerson
He was cold and wet, but somehow he barely felt it. He kept remembering Rose snuggled against his chest, the feel of her body in his arms. He closed his eyes as he recalled the way she had looked at him, the way she said I love you. — Melanie Dickerson
So she'd never experience love. Most married people didn't, either. — Melanie Dickerson
His squire's voice broke through the haze of rage that had settled in his head. — Melanie Dickerson
His thumb brushed her chin. He leaned down and hovered, his breath on her temple. Then he pressed his lips to her cheek. Her heart stuttered and her breath froze in her chest. He kissed her other cheek. She lifted her face to look up at him. He cupped her face with one hand and pulled her closer with the other. He kissed the corner of her mouth, then gazed into her eyes. She slid her hand behind his head and closed her eyes. He kissed her full on the lips. Her knees went weak, and he lifted her feet off the ground, reminding her of their embrace when he had rescued her from the tower. — Melanie Dickerson
Jorgen was too good and kind, and he had seen too many tragic things in his life, for her to hurt him and break his heart. He should not love her. She should shun him, reject him now, before his heart was engaged. But glancing up at him, she knew that her heart was in just as much danger. Oh, dear saints in heaven. It seemed just as likely that she was in love with him. — Melanie Dickerson
Even a dozen soldiers couldn't make her feel as safe as Valten could. — Melanie Dickerson
A person's heart should be what she was judged by, rather than whose blood ran in her veins. — Melanie Dickerson
I shall write Lady Rose a letter, listing your virtues and skills." He reached down and drew up a piece of real paper - much crisper than parchment - and found a reed pen. "Let's see, what shall I say? You are hardheaded ... " "Don't you dare." But this brought a smile to her face that she was obviously trying to suppress. "And terrified of letting anyone see your hair ... " He found his ink and writing board. "You wouldn't say that!" She self-consciously twisted her long hair and then flung it over her shoulder. — Melanie Dickerson
But Annabel was surprised at how much the sight of her in Lord le Wyse's arms, then hanging on to him as he helped her down the steps, had made her want to slap Beatrice silly. — Melanie Dickerson
At least if she worked inside, she couldn't nearly decapitate someone. — Melanie Dickerson
Her heart swelled with an emotion she had never felt before. Did she dare call it love? For the second time tonight, she suspected her heart had ignored all her warnings that falling in love with the forester was imprudent and impossible. Oh, dear heaven, what am I to do now? Her — Melanie Dickerson
She cried so hard she thought her heart would burst - until Sir Gerek put his arms around her. — Melanie Dickerson
He rather liked it when she stood up to him. — Melanie Dickerson
Then a woman of good character will be very attracted to you, will consider you a wonderful potential husband, even if she does not show it." Avelina had to swallow the lump that rose into her throat. "She will count herself fortunate to have secured your good opinion." He — Melanie Dickerson
She wished she had not shrunk back when he reached out to her. At this moment his strong arms could be holding, warming, comforting her. — Melanie Dickerson
She thought about all the things she would like to say to him. Thank you for wanting to defend me. Thank you for thinking Rupert is a rogue. Thank you for being a man of integrity. Oh, Lord Hamlin, if you were mine, I'd make you so happy. Rose stifled a laugh at the stupid, outrageous thought. — Melanie Dickerson
Annabel slipped her trembling fingers into his large, warm hand, and he gently pulled her to her feet. "I forgive you," he said, "and I understand." Without thinking, she leaned against him, pressing her forehead against his shoulder. They stood like that, unmoving, while Annabel concentrated on calming her breathing and forcing away the tears that still threatened. She smelled the familiar lavender, which Mistress Eustacia placed inside his clean laundry, but also a warm, masculine smell that was distinctly Ranulf's. She felt soothed, safe, and she never wanted this moment to end. — Melanie Dickerson
He took a step toward her. She turned around, a tentative smile on her face. His beautiful Rose. He sank to his knees and raised his hands over his face. Thank you, God. You're so good to me. — Melanie Dickerson
And if Magdalen was waiting for her at the balcony, then she must already be with Lord Thornbeck. A pang of jealousy attacked her like a bird of prey, its talons gripping her heart. No. She stomped her foot to force her heart to listen. I will not allow jealousy to get hold of me. Magdalen was her friend, and Avelina could never have Lord Thornbeck anyway. She hurried toward the balcony. She would be joyful for Lord Thornbeck and Magdalen. So why did she have to blink away tears as she walked? When — Melanie Dickerson
He stared at her perfect lips. "God, if you have made a way for us to be together," he whispered, "then let me awaken her with this kiss of true love." Slowly, he leaned toward her, closed his eyes, and pressed his lips to hers. Her eyes fluttered open. She smiled softly then reached up and touched his cheek. He covered her hand with his. "You are well?" "Yes." Her voice was breathy. "Thank you. But if it's all right, I think I will sleep a bit more. — Melanie Dickerson
At the same time, the thought of Gisela suffering at Ruexner's hands sent ice water through his veins, along with a stab of guilt. If Gisela should suffer pain or distress at Ruexner's hands, it would be his fault. Ruexner had only taken her because of his hatred for Valten. God, I must save her. I must not fail. — Melanie Dickerson
It seemed as if Gisela's screams were growing closer. The brutal kicking stopped. He heard a loud thud and several startled yells. He forced his eyes open. Gisela was on top of Ruexner on the ground, pummeling his head with her fists, while Ruexner held his arms up to protect his face. — Melanie Dickerson
Those stolen kisses and conversations were sweeter than any he had ever imagined, perhaps because he had waited for them and had never broken his vows. — Melanie Dickerson
Valten paced the floor of the library, imagining the violence he would wreak on the person responsible for hurting Gisela. — Melanie Dickerson
His heart swelled at her bravery. This was the lady he wanted by his side - and in his arms - for the rest of his life. — Melanie Dickerson
Only the most passionate, forthright kind of love would ever induce her to enter the confining state of matrimony. — Melanie Dickerson
Rose reached out and touched his fingers. He immediately covered her hand in a firm grasp. His warm fingers entwined with hers and made her heart beat erratically. The snake had nearly scared her to death, but his touch and his presence overwhelmed her with comfort and safety. The darkness gave her a feeling of intimacy with him. They could hold each other's hand and no one could see. She liked it - so very much. — Melanie Dickerson
Anger bubbled up inside him so strong that he clenched his fist and silently promised his brother that he would pay for his boorish behavior. — Melanie Dickerson
The urge to jump up and go to him was so strong that she grabbed the stool she was sitting on with both hands and clutched the rough wood with all her might. — Melanie Dickerson
For us mortals, love is greater than justice. — Melanie Dickerson
And now he could not marry Lady Lankouwen or Rainhilda or this beautiful maiden in front of him. Because he was in love ... desperately, hopelessly, painfully in love ... with the duke's daughter. — Melanie Dickerson
Gabe tried to force himself to listen to and comprehend the priest's words, but it was difficult, as Sophie's beauty kept distracting him. — Melanie Dickerson
The sight of her closed eyelids and parted lips was too much for his weak restraint, and he kissed her again. She put her hands on both sides of his face and started to kiss him back. — Melanie Dickerson
Westley leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. "What is this?" Evangeline pulled away. The priest was giving them a horrified look. She hadn't known his eyes could open that wide. "Are you kissing in the Lord God's chapel? There is no kissing in the chapel! Unless it is to seal a marriage vow." Westley stood and kept hold of her hand. He did not apologize. He only nodded at the priest as they left, and he led her down the steps. "I've never been asked to leave the chapel for kissing before," he said. "Are you sure? Because you don't seem very embarrassed about it." "Why should I be embarrassed for kissing the woman I plan to marry? — Melanie Dickerson
Her lips were suddenly on his again, and he lost his balance and almost fell backward off the bench. Now that he'd finally been able to kiss her, she apparently liked it. He had thought she would take off his blindfold first, but he wasn't about to complain. — Melanie Dickerson
He had danced with fair maidens before, but Odette was different. She was graceful and beautiful, but there was something in her eyes and in the things she said, an intelligence and a boldness that belied her quiet demeanor. — Melanie Dickerson
He slowly lowered his arms. The look on his face reached out and wrapped her in a warm embrace of love. He got to his feet and held out his hand. She closed the gap between them and buried her face in his chest. His arms enfolded her. — Melanie Dickerson
Even though she was in a room full of people, an occurrence she had rarely ever experienced before, she had never felt so alone. — Melanie Dickerson
Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus
1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 — Melanie Dickerson
A shiver went up her spine. Part of her wanted to lean toward him so she could see deeper into his brown eyes, to put her arms around him and feel his warmth and strength. How — Melanie Dickerson
A world without a kind young man who wished to help a servant girl read the Bible, who smiled often, and who bandaged a servant's blistered hands would have been a sadder world. — Melanie Dickerson
He had always thought her beautiful - for a peasant girl. But with that golden hair falling around her, it made her face and eyes glow like some kind of enchantment. He was thinking like an addle-headed knave. — Melanie Dickerson
He slipped his hand under hers and bowed his head over it. His breath touched her skin and sent a tingling sensation up her arm. — Melanie Dickerson
For a man of action and few words, the ones he did say were quite lovely. — Melanie Dickerson
She stared at him in a way that made him glad he was alive ... very glad. Then she closed her eyes and the gap between them and pressed her lips to his so fervently it made him thank God again for protecting him so many times. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her just as fervently, hoping she could hear "I love you" loud and clear in his actions. But if the words "I love you" had this kind of effect, he could imagine himself saying them quite a lot in the years to come. — Melanie Dickerson
Her jaw was firmly set, but her lips ... her full, perfect lips were slightly parted in an expression that matched the vulnerability in her eyes -frightened yet determined. His heart skippeed a beat, and he swallowed the lump in his throat. — Melanie Dickerson
O God, don't let them hurt Lord le Wyse. Help me, God. I have to save him. Why? the voice in her head asked. Why do you have to save him? The voice answered itself. Because you love him. I do! O God, I do love him. She'd loved him for a long time, and she suddenly wanted to tell him so, more than anything. But first she had to get to him before anyone else - before it was too late. — Melanie Dickerson
Just as he finished speaking with the margrave, he turned and smiled at Odette. Her breath caught in her throat at how good he looked. A — Melanie Dickerson
You just cry if you want to." Eustacia's voice was kind but firm. "Women cry. Men don't understand it, but crying is what we do. — Melanie Dickerson
Because he cared for her. If he were completely honest, he didn't want Rupert to marry her, because he wanted to marry her himself. — Melanie Dickerson
Valten turned and stomped back to the Great Hall. He just might put his unbroken hand through someone's face, if given the slightest bit of provocation. — Melanie Dickerson
Tell me about one of your stories." "Are you sure you want to hear about my stories? I think you would find them silly." "I already know your views on love and marriage. Do you think you will surprise me with your stories?" He lifted a brow at her. "No, probably not." She couldn't help but smile. His — Melanie Dickerson
And I want to be loved. I want to love and be loved, and to be respected. I don't want someone to love me simply because I am a duke's daughter. I don't want a disinterested husband. I want someone who loves me passionately. — Melanie Dickerson