Historical Romance Quotes

Ma douce... mon incomparable! T'aimer? Mais je t'ai adorée toute ma vie et je ne cesserai jamais de t'aimer? Jamais! Tant qu'il me restera une pensée, un souffle, je t'aimerais...

~ Juliette Benzoni

There was something more than a little satisfying about ripping the heart out of someone the moment before they expected to do the same to you.

~ Kerrigan Byrne

It was if the devil himself had devised the perfect earthly torture for Lady Alicia Lawrence. “Now how will I occupy myself when I get to hell?

~ Celeste Bradley

Samantha imagined that in another life, she and Alison could have, indeed, been friends. Had she not been about to rob the train.

~ Kerrigan Byrne

I thought you were the loveliest, most enchanting creature God ever created.

~ Judith Mcnaught

I didn't care, because I loved him, and that was the end of every argument and the beginning of every promise.

~ Summer Lane

For the space of many, many years, you were enough for me. You were my bliss, and my hallelujah.

~ Lise Arin

I stand now at a crossroads. I see before me the route to virtue, at an intersection with the route to love. Do I step to the left or the right, to the wrong or the right? M foot wavers in the air; where shall I set it down?

~ Lise Arin

I never was the type of noblewoman to stay by the hearth while the men rode into battle anyway. As my father always used to say with the shake of his head, the blood of the Old Tribes runs strong in me.

~ Mark Noce

Whatever befalls us, we will endure it together. I clutch my longbow and dagger close to my side. My last thoughts linger on my husband and my boy. I will not let harm come to either of them.

~ Mark Noce

You’re far too prickly tempered to be a mistress. You’re far better suited as a wife.

~ Lisa Kleypas

We men had a meeting a long time ago, and we all decided, 'It's trousers'. And that's what we've worn ever since.

~ Lisa Kleypas

The first time you went out, you became mixed up with a group of radical political terrorists.”“That could have happened to anyone!

~ Lisa Kleypas

You’re not worried about being compromised, are you?” he asked. “Because I’ve already done that.

~ Lisa Kleypas

I know a feeling like that only comes once in a lifetime, and I think you should follow your heart’s desires. I believe in love, and I know love conquers all.

~ Ahmad Ardalan

You asked if I loved her? I can't even whisper her name, my heart would burst out of my chest.

~ Ahmad Ardalan

It simply isn’t a woman’s nature to be silent for prolonged periods of time.

~ Maya Banks

The black of the ocean waves was the color of the sorrow in my breast, a sorrow that was never far away and always visible.

~ Barbara T. Cerny

God himself had sent me away. I was truly now among the damned.

~ Barbara T. Cerny

I was once a man, not a great man, not a saintly man, but a good man, and a man nonetheless.

~ Barbara T. Cerny

I did not choose to be a monster—a shell of a man—half-human, half-fiend. I am a tiefling. I am what I am.

~ Barbara T. Cerny

My life was going exactly where I wanted it to until the Devil showed up.

~ Barbara T. Cerny

Iona stared at me for a long time. “You are going to leave me a widow before I have a chance to become a bride.

~ Barbara T. Cerny

Then it kissed me—not as a man would kiss a lover, not with tenderness or even passion. This was a kiss that stole the soul of men. Revulsion at this creature’s kiss was instantly replaced by the warmth stealing through my veins, as if my missing blood were being replenished and contrived to heal me. I craved to keep kissing the beast. My entire being awakened to that kiss feeding me ecstasy, feeding me life.

~ Barbara T. Cerny

I've never kissed an art forger before Lord Huntington to Eliza Somerton in An Artful Seduction

~ Tina Gabrielle

Low and behold what comes of reading too many romance novels.

~ Kellyn Roth

History is not another name for the past, as many people imply. It is the name for stories about the past.

~ A.j.p. Taylor

As the tension between the Protestants and the Church of Rome intensified, so did the desire for a third way among dissenting groups. Soon a new group emerged, though in some senses it was also an old group—one that felt it could trace its origins all the way back to the New Testament. Known collectively as the Radical Reformation, these persecuted groups often advocated a nonviolent ethic, the separation of church and state, and a desire for both personal and corporate holiness. The ideas of these radicals spread through Europe, and over the years the Amish, Mennonites and Anabaptists, and to a lesser degree the Covenanters and Quakers, emerged or were influenced by this movement.

~ David Holdsworth

A witty vicar once said that a good marriage is like a pair of scissors with the couple inseparable joined, often moving in opposite directions, yet always destroying anyone who comes between them. The trick is for the blades to learn to work smoothly together, so as not to cut each other.

~ Mary Jo Putney

But marriage is forever.''Oh, not really,' he assured her. 'Only until one of us dies.'Her eyes widened. 'I do not want you to die,' she said.'Perhaps you will go first,' he said, 'though I rather think I hope not. I would probably have grown accustomed to you by then and would miss you.

~ Mary Balogh

But marriage is forever.''Oh, not really,' he assured her. 'Only until one of us dies.'Her eyes widened. 'I do not want you to die,' she said.'Perhaps you will go first,' he said, though I rather think I hope not. I would probably have grown accustomed to you by then and would miss you.

~ Mary Balogh

She did not want to know what charmhe had used to make her love him so deeply. She did not want to know it wasn’t real.

~ Penelope Marzec

No m’lord. It wouldn’t be a secret army if we had seen it. My squire, who has not had the opportunity to be clearly informed about the presence of a secret army, has been ignorant of its existence.

~ Gary Edward Gedall

A full harvest moon lit the sky. In its glow, there appeared an old woman dressed in black lace. A shimmering veil covered her head. With her back to the old oak tree, she keened wildly. Her cry was carried by the autumn winds and lost on the wings of the nightingales.

~ Annemarie Dapp

I’ve crossed a world of sand and tears in search of you. I love you. I’ve done nothing in my life worth more than that.

~ V.s. Carnes

His head snapped sharply aside to collide with his own aching shoulder. The hulking brute he had heard referred to as Abdullah leaned into Caine’s face while his brain was yet reeling, flexing his fingers from the punch just dealt to his jaw, and said in Arabic, “I did not know English women were so strong.

~ V.s. Carnes

This man was no servant. She looked up at him in acute agitation and knew: this man was now her master.

~ V.s. Carnes

Was there anything he wouldn’t give for an isolated cabin and one night with her? No, he didn’t imagine there was—not that he had anything left to give.The last two things Phillip possessed he’d already bequeathed—to Milly, his heart, and to the Almighty, his vow to that he’d marry her if He would simply rearrange their circumstances to make it possible.

~ April W. Gardner

Captain Bailey’s face went rigid as he stepped aside, revealing another bicorne-crowned officer just behind him.The gentleman joined their circle, probing Milly with his gaze. He was handsome, more so than the other two. The upward tilt of his chin, confident set to his shoulders, and seductive smile lifting one corner of his mouth sent a wave of disquiet through her middle.She’d met this sort before.The silver tassels on his epaulettes glimmered in the firelight and spoke of power, and she lowered her eyes, pointedly aware she didn’t belong here, surrounded by such important men, addressing them as if anything she said were worthy of their consideration. She sucked in a deliberate breath and drew back ever so slightly.Captain Bailey matched her move and slipped a hand to the back of her elbow. She suspected the touch was meant to be one of support. Instead, she felt trapped.“Miss Milly Wilkins, may I present Captain Jameson Collins?” Captain Bailey’s voice was clipped, and Milly feared he was beginning to see through the ruse.The sound of rattling chains stemmed from the shadows and her eyes darted toward it. Any minute these officers would realize she should be shackled as well. Could they see through the shadows of her hood to the pulse pounding in her neck?

~ April W. Gardner

With unsteady hands, Phillip yanked on the mare’s bridle straps while trying to loosen one of the stubborn buckles. She snorted at his rough handling.Totka appeared beside him. “Let me.”Phillip gratefully released the task, an unexpected sense of brotherhood filling him. If anyone knew the heartache of separation, it was the man whose deft brown hands readied Phillip’s mount for the long road ahead.Totka’s own road had been lengthy. And yet, after two years, he somehow managed to continue to place one foot in front of the other. His breath still entered and left his body in the same monotonous pattern. How? When already several times over the half-day since Grayson had ridden out with Milly, Phillip had wondered if his chest might explode with the effort of expanding and contracting without her.

~ April W. Gardner