Claudia Stone > Claudia's Quotes

“I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart.”
― Vincent van Gogh

“If you have two friends in your lifetime, you're lucky. If you have one good friend, you're more than lucky.”
― S.E. Hinton

“Aunt Syl must have conveniently stopped reading the childhood fairy tales when the knight left the damsel in distress to pursue a better damsel out of my bedtime routine.”
― Rachel Higginson, Endless Magic

“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

“We are made of stars. So, what's impossible?”
― Sear Greyson

“It was as though she had been replaced by another woman altogether.”
― Claudia Stone, The Duke's Bride in Disguise

“But, if we were to swap places, I know that you could convince him that we are most unsuited.”
― Claudia Stone, The Duke's Bride in Disguise

“Goodbye London, Ava thought, as the carriage trundled through the streets of the capital, and goodbye loneliness.”
― Claudia Stone, The Duke's Bride in Disguise

“And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony.”
― William Shakespeare

“Epilogue "It's a girl!" "A what?" Michael stared in shock at the midwife, who had just left his wife's chambers. "A girl, Your Grace," the woman replied nervously, perhaps worried that he would order Isabella's head cut off for not producing a male heir. A girl, Michael thought in wonder. Not for a moment had he thought his child would be a girl. For the past one hundred years, only males had been born into the Blackmore line, and he hadn't expected his offspring to be any different. "I must see them at once." Michael stood abruptly, causing the small, rotund midwife to jump with nerves. "Yes, Your Grace." She bowed fearfully—and unnecessarily, for he was only a Duke—and gestured for him to follow her into his wife's rooms. In a few long strides, he was inside Isabella's inner sanctum and rushing to the bed, where his wife lay as serene and calm as though she had merely taken a walk . "Isabella?" he croaked, tears in his eyes. "Oh, don't be so dramatic, darling!" Isabella replied with a gentle smile. "I'm perfectly all right, and so is the baby. One of the nurses shall bring her back in a minute; they're just bathing her." As though her words had been a command, the door to the antechamber opened and a second—more cheerful—midwife emerged with an armful of blankets. "Here she is, Your Grace," she said, shoving the bundle of blankets into his arms. "What, where?" the Duke asked in confusion, before looking down at the white blankets, light as a feather, that he held. There, in the midst of all the material and swaddled tight, was the face of the tiniest baby he had ever seen. "She's very small," he said in confusion to Isabella, who merely smiled. "Should she be this small?" "Actually, she's quite big," the midwife interjected, her face a picture of amusement at Michael's helpless expression. "What do you think?" Isabella asked softly, leaning over his shoulder to stare down at the baby. "I-I-I" Michael stuttered, completely overwhelmed. "You love her that much already?" Isabella teased . Unable to respond, Michael merely nodded, knowing that he probably appeared cold to the watching midwife. But his wife knew the truth, and she understood that sometimes a man didn't need words to express how much love was in his heart. And one day, his daughter would understand too.”
― Claudia Stone, Proposing to a Duke

“Jack”
― Claudia Stone, The Captain of Betrayal

“At first people refuse to believe that a strange new thing can be done, then they begin to hope it can be done, then they see it can be done--then it is done and all the world wonders why it was not done centuries ago.”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

“Where you tend a rose my lad, a thistle cannot grow.”
― Francis Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett, Juvenile Fiction, Classics, Family

“The man standing before her was not a boor, nor a cold-hearted brute, but a human, who was aching and broken, just like she. Still, she reminded herself, the man standing before her was not hers—he was promised to her sister. And Ava was not pretending to be Emily in order to invite confidences and searing looks from the duke, she was there to scare him away. "No apology needed,”
― Claudia Stone, The Duke's Bride in Disguise