You make your son out to be to be almost an idiot; well let me tell you something, Mrs Loan, if he were a complete idiot, drooling at the mouth, he'd still be a better person then you.
Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you--haunt me then. The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe-- I know that ghosts have wandered the earth. Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad. Only do...
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Unknown
Love is Love no matter old you are, and I knew if I gave you enough time, you'd come back to me.
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Nicholas Sparks
A great wind is blowing, and that gives you either imagination or a headache.
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Catherine The Great
He gestured at me. “Do you like the blanket?” I nodded. “It’s warm.”“ I made it. Well, actually, I didn’t skin the animal, but I did kill it….after the others pinned it down. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>It’s werewolf skin.” My heart faltered; I gripped at a...
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Richelle E. Goodrich
More Quotes By Catherine Cookson
Her love for him was almost like a pain in itself.
And, like the prodigal son, he had returned broken in body and also in mind to the house where he had been born, and he and his child had been welcomed with open arms.
Who wanted to live to a hundred and one? Who wanted to go on living at all at times?
The Girl was gone, buried in the past. She never wanted to hear that name again. She was a woman for better for worse. Whatever the future might bring she could face it as a woman, Ned Ridley's woman.
From the hills in the early dawn, Small, thin, mist-wreathed, she came upon him; Hair sodden to the brow, Eyes like agates, Lips apart, tongue flicking at words frozen in her head. Gliding to his feet, She caught his hand and said'come help me, mister,...
