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

“What could I do in the country, Frank? You want me to be a milkmaid or something. No, I’ll take my chances here, with you.”
― Mark Ellis, In the Shadows of the Blitz: A deeply captivating classic crime thriller

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“Eventually, he said, "I still don't entirely understand why you would, but I'm yours, if you want me. I have been for a while." He shut his eyes when he said it, and hoped Eli understood what he meant.

Eli curled up bonelessly against him, forehead on his shoulder, one leg draped over Laz's hips. "Wow," he said after a moment. "That was hardly self-deprecating at all. We'll make an optimist of you yet.”
― E.H. Lupton, Lazarus, Home from the War

“Boston?” He cocked an eyebrow in surprise. “Sure ain’t easy for a lady of your stature to find your bearings here, is it?”
“True enough,” she agreed. “Life in these parts is completely different from anything I’ve been used to, but I enjoy being here, and I dare say I’ve settled in well so far.”
Indeed, she had found herself reveling in her newly claimed independence and freedom—far from the suffocating etiquette and constricting social obligations she had suffered under all her life in Boston. Far from the prevailing opinion in the East that women of her stature, as Rénier had put it, were destined to adorn the arm of a wealthy, distinguished gentleman and find their fulfilment in being the perfect lady, wife, and hostess, always gentle, obedient, and dutiful, never complaining about their unjust fate.
Those were the ideals on which she had been raised: the pillars of a social order where a woman was little more than a decorative accessory, expected to do as she was told. In a world where obligation and appearance meant everything, and one’s own desires and longings had no place.
Oh, how her heart had rebelled against those rigid forms, against that gilded cage in which a woman of the upper class was confined, when all she longed for was self⁠-determination, independence, and—adventure.
But she had left it all behind.
Once and for all. And she thanked God for it with all her heart.”
― Melanie Nova, The Avant-gardiste: Breaking Barriers

“How could some white men so willfully and selfishly shatter all efforts for peace? And why did men always have to make war?
Was honor truly worth more than life itself? More than love, more than family, more than anything at all?
Painful memories of Frederick, her late husband, tugged at her heart. As much as she had mourned him, there had been times when she had resented him for going to war so willingly and enthusiastically, leaving her behind to raise Willie all by herself, at the mercy of his vitriolic mother in Boston.
“But what of their families?” The words burst out of her. “Their wives and children? It’s always the weak, the helpless who pay the price for you men believing you cannot settle your disputes any other way.” She shot him a displeased look. “You think yourselves so brave, strong, and invincible with your guns as you crave glory and honor! You go to war as if it were a game, an amusing adventure! But you don’t waste much thought on those you leave behind, unprotected and without prospects for their future in case you don’t return.”
Surprised by her outburst, Rénier stared at her.
“You’re right, Madame,” he then conceded. “It’s the women and children who pay the price. But they’d suffer just the same if their fathers, husbands, and brothers surrendered without a fight and resigned themselves to their fate.”
― Melanie Nova, The Avant-gardiste: Breaking Barriers

“All of a sudden, a terrifying clatter, scarcely three feet from where she was squatting, nearly made her jump out of her skin.
Katherine gasped.
Instinctively, she leaped to the side to get away from whatever was making the ghastly noise—but in her haste she tripped over something protruding from the grass and lost her balance. With a startled cry, she toppled over, the impact knocking the air from her lungs as she hit the ground. A sharp pain jolted through her left foot, making her groan.
But there was no time to check her injured foot.
Struck with terror, she saw a dark shadow move among the bare shrubs. Something white flashed in the pale moonlight—closer than she cared for—while the unsettling clattering sounds seemed to increase.
Panic rolled through her.
Her heart pounding frantically against her ribs, Katherine struggled to back away, to put distance between herself and that ghoulish creature, yet the searing sensation that shot through her foot made her buckle and collapse back onto the grass.
In utter desperation, she gave a yell of fear and tried to crawl on all fours. Thorny branches grazed her face, then something caught her nightcap, jerking her head back and arresting her escape.
Her nerves spun out of control.
Yelling again, she thrashed about, ripping the cap from her head in sheer horror as she fought to free herself.”
― Melanie Nova, The Avant-gardiste: Breaking Barriers

“He raised a hand to her face, brushing lightly across her cheek in a caress, enticingly gentle and sweet, yet she could sense the impatience in his touch as his tender fingers traced their way down to her chin.
She shuddered.
Helplessly caught in his spell, she watched the growing need on his face as he grazed his thumb across her bottom lip, his dark eyes following the motion.
A quiver of expectancy ran through her.
She felt her blood rushing to her ears, her breathing quickening. Her lips parted slightly as his thumb rubbed a bit harder, scraping a line of fire across her mouth, and before she could hold it back, a low moan escaped her throat.”
― Melanie Nova, The Avant-gardiste: Breaking Barriers

“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

“Allein die Vorstellung, ihn täglich zu sehen und gezwungenermaßen Zeit mit ihm verbringen zu müssen, machte sie rasend.”
― Kristina Herzog, Ein fast perfekter Herzog: "für Bridgerton-Fans ein MUSS !" - 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

“If turning one's back on one's principles was what it took to be effective, then Eversham was glad he'd never aspired to gain a higher rank.”
― Manda Collins, A Lady's Guide to Mischief and Mayhem

“She looked up at him and smiled, a pair of dimples bracketing her mouth, like an emphasis on where precisely he should put his own.”
― Manda Collins, A Lady's Guide to Mischief and Mayhem

“I am reminded of an old Chinese curse I read somewhere: May you live in interesting times. I think of it and laugh. What a curse it is. Interesting times, indeed.”
― Margot Abbott, The Last Innocent Hour

“I suddenly felt such conflicting emotions: anger at him, pity for us, regret for myself, and disappointment at the lost chance. Here, I suspected, was a great romance.”
― Margot Abbott, The Last Innocent Hour

“But listen: whoever grows up fast, fades fast. A person can wear herself out with worry. So watch your nerves.”
― Olja Knezevic, Catherine the Great and the Small

“Jack had never proposed to a girl in his life. And he didn’t intend to start now, with a little sparrow of a starchy governess. No matter how fine her eyes.”
― Mimi Matthews, The Governess and the Rogue