The Golden Braid Quotes

“So, you see, a man can love you, but only imperfectly. It is God alone who can be God.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid

“She wanted to hit him. Perhaps she would.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid

“We all have a choice, after all, to be our own person, to be the person we wish to be.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid

“But he would never stop searching. And when he found her, he would never let anyone harm her again.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid

“Sir Gerek handed her a gray wool blanket, then lay down next to the fire.
"Don't you have a blanket?"
"I forgot to get one when we were at the castle, but I don't need one. It's warm enough now."
"The nights are still quite cool. Here you take the blanket and I will put on the rest of my clothes. It's the perfect solution."
"No, thank you. I don't need it."
She let out an exasperated sigh...
...Sir Gerek was laying down near the fire, his eyes closed. Rapunzel moved as quietly as she could toward his still form, then carefully laid the the blanket over him.
She lay down with her head near his and closed her eyes.
Her eyes popped open. Something was touching her legs and was gradually being laid over the rest of her body. She suspected it was the gray woolen blanket she had laid on Sir Gerek. When he finished, he walked back over to where he had been sleeping and lay down again.

Gerek awoke with the blanket laying over him. How had she managed to cover him without him waking up? He sat up. She lay asleep on her side, her thick braid touching her cheek. The sun was casting a soft glow over her and making her look even more otherworldly.
He found himself smiling as he draped the blanket over her while she slept.
When she awoke, he already had Donner saddled and breakfast ready.
"When did you do this?" She held out the blanket. With the scolding half frown and lowered her brows, she took his breath away...
... He shrugged. "You looked cold."
She eyed him, shook her head, then folded up the blanket.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid

“But are you sure you want me? Are you sure you wouldn’t regret marrying me, a man who has nothing to give you except his heart?” “Your heart is what I want. I want your love. I want . . . I want you. Just say you’ll love me forever.” She clung to his shoulders. “I promise. Forever.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid

“Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus
1 Thessalonians 5:16-18”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid

“With the scolding half frown and lowered brows, she took his breath away. What would she do if he put his hands on either side of her face and kissed her lips? Probably slap him.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid

“a man could only love her imperfectly, but God could give her the perfect love she desired. Lady Rose had learned to comfort her husband in his pain instead of expecting him to heal her own.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid

“He rather liked it when she stood up to him.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid

“Was he the only person in the world who knew how precious her trust was, who knew how difficult it was for her to give it?”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid

“he couldn’t resist the smile that lit up her face when he gave her new reading material.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid

“She could prove she was just as significant, just as intelligent, just as worthy of love and acceptance as anyone else.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid

“But I have always thought a curious man was a knowledgeable man.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid

“She wanted to yell at him, to beat his chest with her fists and accuse him of being addled and stubborn and blind.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid

“And now he could not marry Lady Lankouwen or Rainhilda or this beautiful maiden in front of him. Because he was in love . . . desperately, hopelessly, painfully in love . . . with the duke’s daughter.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid

“Rapunzel’s heart soared at the protective look on Sir Gerek’s face. He had come for her!”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid

“His heart swelled at her bravery. This was the lady he wanted by his side—and in his arms—for the rest of his life.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid

“He had also decided on a new course that filled him with joy—he would ask Rapunzel to be his wife.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid

“Rapunzel. She was one hundred times nobler than he had been, and he loved her.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid

“She would think about how her breath had stuck in her throat when he had looked into her eyes. How fierce and protective he had been. How rugged and masculine he had looked with several days of stubble on his cheeks and chin.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid

“Soon he would be married and no longer living at Hagenheim Castle. He would forget her, and she would forget him. But if the pain in his chest was any indication, it might be a painful process.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid

“Gerek placed his hands under Rapunzel’s arms and lifted her to her feet. She looked into his eyes for a moment, then threw her arms around him. He pulled her close with one arm, still holding his sword in his other hand. “Shh. All is well . . . All is well.” Her golden hair was falling around her shoulders in disarray. How his heart swelled with joy at seeing her safe, her arms around him, the way it felt to touch her and hold her . . . which he should not be doing. But the way she was clinging to him felt so good he could barely breathe.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid

“The idea that Sir Gerek the Irritable was being kind to her made her stomach do a strange flip.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid

“I shall write Lady Rose a letter, listing your virtues and skills.” He reached down and drew up a piece of real paper—much crisper than parchment—and found a reed pen. “Let’s see, what shall I say? You are hardheaded . . .” “Don’t you dare.” But this brought a smile to her face that she was obviously trying to suppress. “And terrified of letting anyone see your hair . . .” He found his ink and writing board. “You wouldn’t say that!” She self-consciously twisted her long hair and then flung it over her shoulder.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid

“She pulled away from him and he let her go, the ache intensifying in his chest.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid

“She cried so hard she thought her heart would burst—until Sir Gerek put his arms around her.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid

“He closed his eyes. The melody wrapped around his chest, which ached with the beauty of it, even though he couldn’t quite make out the words.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid

“He was nearly asleep when he heard a voice, a melody so unearthly and beautiful he glanced up at the sky, expecting to see heaven opened and an angel of music. But all he saw were a few stars winking above him through the leaves.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid

“Beautiful, clever, hardheaded Rapunzel, who had broken down and cried, whose hair was as beautiful as a sunset.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Golden Braid