Robin Maxwell Quotes & Sayings

Some promises are lies we never meant to tell. — Robin Maxwell

O'Neill could feel rising off them devotion and love for him, and he knew they would lay down their lives for their high chieftain and for the new cause, only now taking shape in their heads. The cause. Unthinkable just a year before - freedom from occupation. Freedom from oppression. Indeed, their heinous oppressors were approaching - English soldiers who had slaughtered their brothers, their wives, their mothers. Their children. Soldiers who had mindlessly laid waste to their home provinces. To Ireland. Never before had these men fought for the whole of this ancient land, but now they understood, and their hearts - God bless their staunch hearts - were strong and ready to fight. Raising his sword high above his head, O'Neill, with slow deliberation, lowered it, and the glorious blue morning exploded into sound. C — Robin Maxwell

For men love what they cannot have, and hate what they cannot control. — Robin Maxwell

For a moment in time, a man knew me for who I was and, without reservation, loved me for who I was. How can I now live knowing no one will ever see me again in such a perfect light? Hear me as I wish to be heard? Love me as [he] loved me? — Robin Maxwell

You cannot know" he said simply. "Very little is certain in this life, my lady. — Robin Maxwell

Everyone knows that for a woman to conceive in the act of coition she, as well as the man. must be satisfied. Is that not true?
Of corse it is true. — Robin Maxwell

If you find a way to write with open heart to Diary, a friend with Truth, no detail spared, your tome like Petrarch's works will contain the scattered fragments of your soul. — Robin Maxwell

Am I pretty? I must be, I thought, for all girls in love are pretty. — Robin Maxwell

Am I worthy of Juliet, I wondered, worthy as my father was of my mother? — Robin Maxwell

Danger sweetens the brew. Makes it more delicious. — Robin Maxwell

Oh love how can we not be together?' Romeo cried. Without the sight of you every day, the smell, the taste of you, I would wither away. My blood would turn to powder in my veins. And you? Have you not found in me a mirror for your soul? When you look at me, when we speak, touch, do you not see who you really are? I dare you to deny that in my presence you love yourself better. I know this is true, for I love myself better in yours. — Robin Maxwell

Time would be my friend, I told myself.
Yet time, I knew even then, was my enemy. — Robin Maxwell

She shocked me. Truly rocked the ground beneath my feet. Made the air shimmer with her power and grace. The woman had slipped free the prison of rules that governed us all and met me halfway to paradise. — Robin Maxwell