Sherry Thomas quotes:

Some lovers were fortunate enough to grow old together. They'd grown old apart. She did not think him any less handsome. She only wished that she'd been there when the first line on his face had appeared, so that she could have stroked and kissed and cherished it.

Why allow all the old memories to have supremacy? Make new ones, memories of such luster and beauty that, should the old ones come back, they would be pallid and impotent in comparison.

For what is the Void but the beginning of Light? What is Light but the end of Fear? And what am I, but Light given from? What am I, but the beginning of Eternity?

For what is the Void but the beginning of Light? What is Light but the end of Fear? And what am I, but Light given form? What am I, but the beginning of Eternity?

You overestimate the courage of those in power. They are often more interested in holding on to that power than in doing anything worthwhile with it.

Her Leo, so bright, so beautiful.And in the end, so catastrophically flawed.

The success of my rule does not rely on my ability to recite obscure Latin verse.

I wonder now how we got by when you weren't here.""I have no doubt the devastation was widespread, the suffering universal.""Indeed, it was the Dark Ages in the annals of Mrs. Dawlish's house. Ignorance was thick on the ground, and unenlkghtenment befogged all the windows.

He smiled at her. And it hit her like a mallet to the temple, the realization that she was in love with him. Stupidly, dreadfully in love with him.Overnight, she'd become a fool.

It doesn't matter where I am; I'm yours.

Love without friendship is like a kite, aloft only when the winds are favorable. Friendship is what gives love its wings.

Life had its way of beating humbleness into a man.

Every story must have such a terrible moment, or it wouldn't be interesting.

There was no such thing as a marriage with one happy spouse. Both must be or neither.

The Castle. He'd seen this expression far too many times during their marriage. The Castle was Bryony drawing up the gates and retreating deep into the inner keep. And he'd always hated it. Marriage meant that you shared your goddamn castle. You didn't leave your poor knight of a husband circling the walls trying to find a way in."

He kissed her on her ear, a kiss with the barest hint of moisture to it. She could not breath for the electricity of it, a violent spark of pleasure that shook and scarred. His fingers caressed her shoulders. His lips pressed into her exposed nape. Dark, hot sensations spiked into her.

Perhaps you forgave him too much, but who among us would not wish to be so generously loved and generously forgiven~?

And the brave make their own fortune!

Better be unromantic than thoroughly used and still poor.

Dreams are not real; but when you are inside a dream, it is real to you.

During terms, Professor Marsden lives in Cambridge with his wife, chess player extraordinaire and distinguished physician and surgeon Bryony Asquith Marsden. His favorite time of day is half past six in the evening, when he meets Mrs. Marsden's train at the station, as the latter returns from her day in London. On Sunday afternoons, rain or shine, Professor and Mrs. Marsden take a walk along The Backs, and treasure growing old together.

I beg you to exercise wisdom and restraint and remember that not all opportunities are created equal. Some are nothing but steps leading down toward catastrophe.

Never mind what a man says; watch what he does.