A Bed of Thorns and Roses Quotes

“Her shame, she was certain, marked her in ways apparent to anyone who looked closely. It had grown to her like a second skin”
― Sondra Allan Carr, A Bed of Thorns and Roses

“I prefer the keen edge of truth to the dull comfort of lies.”
― Sondra Allan Carr, A Bed of Thorns and Roses

“He fell silent, a silence with edges like broken glass that scraped across her heart.”
― Sondra Allan Carr, A Bed of Thorns and Roses

“We must hold our secrets to ourselves. They define us. They are all we have.”
― Sondra Allan Carr, A Bed of Thorns and Roses

“Beautiful. Belle is French for beautiful.”
“Oh dear.” She could never live up to her name. The thought made her want to cry. “Please, sir.”
“But you are beautiful. It mystifies me that you don’t seem to believe that fact.”
“My mirror tells me otherwise every day of my life.”
“Then accept that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and my eyes tell me you are beautiful.”
― Sondra Allan Carr, A Bed of Thorns and Roses

“I’m a coward.”
“No—”
“Don’t deny what we both know to be true.”
Richard put his hand on Jonathan’s shoulder. “You are worn down by your burdens. Tired, not cowardly.”
Jonathan shook his head. He didn’t argue the point. Was it because he was too tired, or too cowardly?”
― Sondra Allan Carr, A Bed of Thorns and Roses

“What was wrong with him?
Nothing. Everything.”
― Sondra Allan Carr, A Bed of Thorns and Roses

“Day by day, the constant solitude drove him deeper inside himself, with only his thoughts for companions. Soon he might lose the capacity for social intercourse altogether. The possibility of such an eventuality brought him to his feet”
― Sondra Allan Carr, A Bed of Thorns and Roses

“Jonathan’s arm jerked to the side in clumsy reaction, tipping over the bottle of ink that sat on the desk beside his papers. He watched the dark liquid obliterate in a moment what had cost him an afternoon of painful effort to complete. It was a fitting metaphor for his life, he thought, like the despair that spread inexorably through his being, a creeping blackness that threatened to blot out what small hope or purpose was yet left to him.”
― Sondra Allan Carr, A Bed of Thorns and Roses