Historical Romance Fiction Quotes

“A woman has but two loves in life: the one who broke her heart and the one she spends the rest of her life with."
- Carolyn Chase, former Broadcast Journalist and heroine Kate Theodore's mother”
― Liz R. Newman

“I´ve always wanted him to love me the way I loved him. He did love me, I know he did. Just not the way I wanted him to.

"And it´s so different for a lot of people I´ve known. One partner doesn´t love the other enough to stop drinking, or gambling, or running around with other women. One is the giver and one is the taker. The giver wishes the taker would stop."

"But the taker never changes," Luke says, though he wonders if this is always the case.

"Sometimes the giver has to let go, but sometimes you don´t. You can´t. I couldn´t give up on Jonathan. I seemed to be able to forgive him anything.”
― Alma Katsu, The Taker

“True love is like little roses,
sweet, fragrant in small doses.”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, Pierrot & Columbine

“The garden where you sit
Has never a need of flowers,
For you are the blossoms
And only a fool or the blind
Would fail to know it”
― Louis de Bernières, Corelli’s Mandolin

“We were arrogant and naive, thinking we knew what we felt then was love. Love can be a cheap emotion, lightly given, thought it didn´t seem so to me at the time. Looking back, I know we were only filling in the holes in our soles, the way the tide rushes sand to fill in the crevices of a rocky shore. We-or maybe it was just I-bandaged our needswith what we declared was love. But, eventually, the tide draws out what it has swept in.”
― Alma Katsu, The Taker

“A man´s desire is a powerful thing. It can reduce a strong man to nothing. When he sees a woman who fascinates him, he will give up everything for her.”
― Alma Katsu, The Taker

“There is not only one measure of beauty, Lanore. Everyone adores the red rose, and yet it is a common sort of beauty. You are like a golden rose, a rare bloom but no less lovely.”
― Alma Katsu, The Taker

“So, you see, you're not the only ones who have lost someone. War doesn't discriminate, Petra. We'll all have to deal with the scars. It's easier to handle when you know you're not alone and that your sins are forgiven.”
― Anne Perreault, Defending My Father's House

“Rhys cleared his throat and tugged on his cravat. “I wanted to ask you something.”
“Yes?” St. Clare livened up immediately as he took a sip of whisky.
“Do you treat your wife like your mistress?”
St. Clare raised a brow. Any other man would be sputtering his drink out of his mouth in surprise at the question. Not St. Clare. “No, I treat my wife a lot better than I have ever treated any of my mistresses.”
“That’s not exactly what I mean….” Rhys cleared his throat again.
“Then what do you mean?”
Rhys scratched his temple. “I mean in bed.”
“Oh…” Gabriel scowled. “I do not think I follow.”
“Well, I mean… All the depraved things you did with your mistresses, do you do them to your wife?”
Gabriel raised his brow. “If by depraved, you mean whether I pleasure my wife in every way I have learned how then yes. And she does the same for me.”
“You let her—”
“I let her do anything she wants to do to me and then teach her to do even more,” he added with a wink.
Rhys tugged on his cravat again in agitation. “What I mean is… I’ve heard time and time again that ladies are delicate creatures who cannot withstand arduous pursuits… There are things that are indecent—”
“Let me stop you right there, my dear, virtuous friend. What you think is indecent, I do to my wife every morning before breakfast. And what you call degrading or embarrassing, I call Tuesday.” He finished his drink and slammed the glass onto the desk. “There is no such thing as indecent between a husband and a wife. The only thing indecent is a cold marriage bed. Take it from a former rake.”
― Sadie Bosque, An Offer from the Marquess

“she was lucky if he stood behind her. Not so lucky if he came to crush her. And a woman might only learn the truth of it—when he walked out of her life.
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― Lenore Wolfe, Dark Warrior: To Tame a Wild Hawk

“Önündekinin gölgesini takip edersen bir gölge olarak kalırsın.”
― Deniz Canan, Larende’nin Varisleri Larende’nin Aynası Kısım -2

“On this night of the Harvest Moon. They tossed bones into the “Bone Fire” and asked the yellow moon to shine its protection over them. (Today we call it a "Bonfire")”
― Nancy B. Brewer, Carolina Rain

“Directly in front of me, crossing the street, I saw a woman laughing and walking arm in arm with two men. When she came to the curb, she lifted her skirt with both hands and vulgarly displayed a pair of indigo stockings.”
― Nancy B. Brewer, Carolina Rain

“You can't heal a heart that has been smashed to pieces; you can only move forward, doing your best to hold the shards together until they eventually form into something new.”
― Kristin Harmel, The Forest of Vanishing Stars

“Indeed, Yona has little experience with the way people were supposed to interact with each other. But, she know enough to know that when a man loved a woman, he didn't do this. Not a good man, anyhow.”
― Kristin Harmel, The Forest of Vanishing Stars

“He tasted like every wicked thought she’d ever had, only better.”
― Fenna Edgewood, Kiss Me, My Duke

“Yeniçeri olmak ayrıcalıktı. Onlardan başka bir iş yapması beklenmiyordu. Her ay maaş alıyor, her mevsim yeni kıyafetler ediniyorlardı. Bunlara ek olarak her savaşta bahşiş ve giderleri içinde ek harçlık alıyorlardı. İşleri savaştı. Savaşla zenginleşiyorlardı.”
― Deniz Canan, Larende'nin Düşüşü

“His hair was a dark gold and worn long enough to reach his chin. It had been pulled back into a tight queue for riding and bound with a leather strip, but the wind had pulled it loose and now it flew around his face. Perhaps on another man, the style might have been unflattering. But on Linden Chevalier it only added something more alluring to his presence, and as he lifted a black-gloved hand to push it back, the set of his jaw and twist of his mouth made him look sharp and wicked.”
― Fenna Edgewood, Once Upon a Midwinter's Kiss

“Judith.” Her mother glanced at her with a curious look on her face. “You seem a might bit distracted this evening. Is something the matter?”
“Nothing’s the matter, Mama,” she mumbled.
“Then I suggest, dear, that you put the sampler down before you stain it with your blood.” Her mother smiled tenderly at her.”
― Anne Perreault, An Unusual Adventure

“Oversexed, overpaid and over here.”
― Amanda Lees, Paris at First Light

“He ought to be ashamed of his boldness, but he could not find it in himself to be. He needed her. He wanted her. He had to touch her. Now.”
― Fenna Edgewood, Kiss Me, My Duke

“That was...” she said, shakily.
“Divine? Incredible? Ecstasy inducing?”
“I was going to say... utterly new,” she said, shyly.
He looked surprised, then another emotion passed over his face.
“Do you mean to say...”
She interrupted before he could ask the wrong question. Or the right one.
“The earl and I..." She paused to take a breath. "We were... not intimate.”
“Not ever?” he asked, incredulous.
She shook her head, biting her lip. Should she say more? Did he deserve to know?
“I have only ever...” She bit her lip again, this time because she could feel a swelling of unwanted tears. She looked up at the ceiling of the room. The beautiful craftsmanship of the elaborate molding. “There was only the one time. And it was...not like this.”
“Only the one time?” He sounded even more incredulous. His eyes narrowed. “What do you mean not like this?”
― Fenna Edgewood, To All the Earls I've Loved Before

“I was so lonely,” he heard her say, and he felt her body shaking. “There seemed no point in saying yes, no point in saying no. So, I simply did as he wanted.”
“Your father?” Henry said, with understanding, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her hair gently. He held her close, in the dark of the foyer, letting his hands and his arms speak for him.
She was safe, they said. She was loved, they said. He would never let her feel that way again.
He felt her nodding.
She lifted her head. “You did not let me finish before,” she said, her eyes widening with some unspoken news. “In the alcove. You distracted me.”
She hit him playfully on the chest as he grinned at the memory of how he had indeed distracted them both.
“But I had been trying to tell you…” She began.
“Wait,” Henry said, with a frown. “Did you hear that?”
“What?” She said, looking ever so slightly annoyed. “Let me finish this time, please, Henry.”
“A baby,” he said, looking around the foyer wildly. “I thought I heard a baby.”
He looked back and was shocked to see her looking unconcerned.”
― Fenna Edgewood, Masks of Desire

“Beloved Reader,

This is a Regency romance involving nobility and high society, in which there are Black people. This is fiction, and anything is possible here. I truly hope you enjoy it.

Sincerely,
Your Author”
― J.J. McAvoy

“I’d lived in horrid conditions before. People didn’t forget where they came from just because they wore fancy dresses and had food in their bellies. I would do this. As always, I could only rely on myself.”
― Jenna Mandarino, A Guise of the Sea

“They were blue eyes. Impossibly blue. Charles's words of warning died on his lips. For an instant, he forgot where he was. It was only for an instant.”
― Mimi Matthews

“Allein die Vorstellung, ihn täglich zu sehen und gezwungenermaßen Zeit mit ihm verbringen zu müssen, machte sie rasend.”
― Kristina Herzog, Ein fast perfekter Herzog: Historischer Liebesroman (Die Cossin-Saga 1)

“But I will not thank you now, for all thanks would feebly speak my feelings.”
― Anna Eliza Bray, The White Hoods - An Historical Romance

“I like it when you forget about being proper, Lilliane. Whether it is here and now, or last night in your bed, when you were screaming my name."
Henry Clifford”
― Mina Lisly, The Duty of Marriage

“Because the truth was, he couldn’t stop loving her any more than he could stop the Mississippi from flowing.”
― Jody Hedlund, Saved by the Matchmaker