There is nothing worse than an enemy with imagination.
Sharon Kay PenmanI’ll admit that my garden now grows hope in lavish profusion, leaving little room for anything else. I suppose it has squeezed out more practical plants like caution and common sense. Still, though, hope does not flourish in every garden, and I feel thankful it has taken root in mine.
Sharon Kay PenmanWe tend to forget at times that it is the little ones, the children, who do suffer the greatest hurt. If we cannot comprehend why certain sorrows are visited upon us, how on earth can they?
Sharon Kay PenmanMen are born to sin…What does matter most, is not that we err, it is that we do benefit from our mistakes, that we are capable of sincere repentance, of genuine contrition.
Sharon Kay PenmanStichwörter: mistakes repentance
…a cynic who was still saddened whenever his jaundiced view of mankind was confirmed...
Sharon Kay PenmanI inhale hope with every breath I take.
Sharon Kay PenmanStichwörter: hope
…she remembered watching a summer sunset from this very spot. Not so long ago; just a lifetime.
Sharon Kay PenmanStichwörter: sunset
It was just like him, she thought; with him, a happy ending was always a foregone conclusion. But such was the power of his faith that when she was with him; she found herself believing in happy endings, too.
Sharon Kay Penman...A scar signifies past pain, a wound that did not heal as it ought. But it testifies, too, to survival...(Here be Dragons)
Sharon Kay PenmanStichwörter: inspirational
He could still remember how breathtakingly beautiful Eleanor was that day. He'd have been content to gaze into her eyes for hours, trying to decide if they were green with gold flecks or gold with green flecks. She had high, finely sculpted cheekbones, soft, flawless skin he'd burned to touch, and lustrous dark braids entwined with gold-threaded ribbons he yearned to unfasten; he'd have bartered his chances of salvation to bury his face in that glossy, perfumed hair, to wind it around his throat and see it spread out on his pillow. He'd watched, mesmerized, as a crystal raindrop trickled toward the sultry curve of her mouth and wanted nothing in his life so much, before or since, as he wanted her.
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