#historical

If Mary's blood is Spanish, at least it is royal. And at least she can walk straight and has control of her bowels. ↗

— Hilary Mantel

#historical-fiction

... those sectaries in Europe who are always expecting the end of the world, but who hope that, after the earth has been consumed by fire, they will be seated in glory: grilled a little, crisp at the edges and blackened in parts, but still, thanks be to God, alive for eternity, and seated at his right hand. ↗

— Hilary Mantel

#historical-fiction

All things in Fiji are paid for in blood. ↗

— Lance Morcan

#adventure #fiji #historical-fiction #historical-romance #romance

One night when the moon was full, I explained to you about how the moon controls the tides, and you said I was like the moon and you were the sea, always following me about. And I said nothing, because I knew it was truly the other way around. ↗

— Sarah Bower

#history #historical-fiction

She had covered herself in frost, so every part of her grew cold and would not feel, because of that single part that longed to hear that word, yet had never known the hope, or expectation, that it would. ↗

— Shehanne Moore

#love #love

I have lived recklessly, gambled my income away at the horse races, gone whoring, have been more drunk than sober, beaten men to a pulp with my hands, have had a man’s nose cut off for insulting my father and have been indebted to villains more times than I care to say. But, I do not want to live like this anymore. I want a quiet life with a good woman who will care and love me – not for being the Duke of Monmouth, but for me, Jemmy. ↗

— Andrea Zuvich

#historical-romance #tragic-love-story #love

When a friend of Abigail and John Adams was killed at Bunker Hill, Abigail's response was to write a letter to her husband and include these words, "My bursting heart must find vent at my pen. ↗

— David McCullough

#historical #inspirational #literary #women #inspirational

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

#marriage #marriage

That first scream, my lord, was indeed your daughter, my wife, and if you kill me, your grandchild will be quite without a father. Won't you come in? ↗

— Deeanne Gist

#bride #brides #christian #christian-romance #connie

She squeezed her eyes shut. “No.” “Excuse me?” She sniffed, opened her eyes then looked up. “No. I don’t wish you to leave.” His eyes changed from lukewarm to hot. The iron of the seat met her back. Oh yes, definitely she was the keeper at the zoo and she’d just offered her own leg, medium-rare, to the lion. ↗

— Cari Silverwood

#erotic-romance #historical-romance #change