Let’s say then you’ve made the decision to tear the life you know asunder in order to be with this person you love. A difficult decision to be sure. Putting it lightly. Because you cannot imagine a life without her, and the alternative left to you is a lifetime of desolation, as you don’t intend to don a hair shirt or join a monastery or fling yourself into the ocean and drown. And so you go ahead and do the unthinkable and tear your life asunder…only to discover the person you love won’t have you after all, and she actually has a reason
Julie Anne LongShe needed to know more. “But that means…”
“It means I love you, Violet. I have never said that aloud to another human being.”
He said it quickly and tonelessly. As if he was afraid of the words. Violet stood basking in those words the way she might a sunbeam after a long, gray day. She closed her eyes. And she knew she was lit from within.
“Do not let me just stand here having said those words,” he said stiffly. “It’s undignified.”
“I love you, too,” she said softly, hurriedly. Feeling abashed. Eyes still closed. Egads. So this was what it was like to be in love. Awkward and foolish, indeed.
Even cliffs are vulnerable, Captain Eversea, she thought. The sea gets at them, eventually, reshaping them inexorably, giving them no choice at all in the matter.
Julie Anne LongSome of us walk about with the burden of old wounds. What must it be like to have the burden of…healing?
Julie Anne LongNo, Kinkade,” Chase said thoughtfully. “I don’t think a woman can destroy you. You can’t be destroyed because…there’s nothing to destroy. I warrant that you just reflect whatever’s near you. Like a puddle of mud. You reflect honor if you’re near it. You reflect decay if you’re near it. Left to your own devices, you’ve no moral center at all, no concern except for your own pleasure. This is the result.
Julie Anne LongOh, my goodness, Lord Dryden. You should have seen your face when you said the word work. It’s not counted among the deadly sins, you know.
Julie Anne Longimagine the ton would leap from London Bridge if the marquess did it first. Mind you, he’d land on a cart carrying a feather mattress when he did it, whilst the rest of London would splatter.
Julie Anne LongAnd I served as an officer in the army.”
“Very impressive. I’ve been told that war is boredom interspersed with violence and terror.
Your imagination has an impressive reach.”
“Or my boredom an impressive scope.
We all have foibles, and beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And the beholder oftentimes gets it wrong.
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