The Silent Songbird Quotes

“Westley leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. “What is this?” Evangeline pulled away. The priest was giving them a horrified look. She hadn’t known his eyes could open that wide. “Are you kissing in the Lord God’s chapel? There is no kissing in the chapel! Unless it is to seal a marriage vow.” Westley stood and kept hold of her hand. He did not apologize. He only nodded at the priest as they left, and he led her down the steps. “I’ve never been asked to leave the chapel for kissing before,” he said. “Are you sure? Because you don’t seem very embarrassed about it.” “Why should I be embarrassed for kissing the woman I plan to marry?”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Silent Songbird

“At least if she worked inside, she couldn't nearly decapitate someone.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Silent Songbird

“A world without a kind young man who wished to help a servant girl read the Bible, who smiled often, and who bandaged a servant’s blistered hands would have been a sadder world.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Silent Songbird

“Her smile was captivating. He actually stumbled as he walked away. Evangeline hid her amusement behind her hand as Westley stumbled. He was nearly as clumsy as she was.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Silent Songbird

“She wanted to say something daring like, “If you promise to kiss me again soon,” but she only whispered, “As you wish.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Silent Songbird

“Could anyone hear her out that window? Inexplicably, in her mind she saw the young man who saved the little girl from the runaway horse. Could he hear the desperation in her voice? Would he be willing to come to her aid and help her escape from the prison that was her life? But that was foolish. No one could help her. She had to save herself.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Silent Songbird

“Evangeline only hoped that the rest of them could be as full of joy as she was, could escape whatever evil fate the devil planned for them, and could feel as grateful to God as she did for lifting her out of loneliness and pain and bringing her into the lovely life He had planned for her all along.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Silent Songbird

“All around her was fresh and clean and green with life. Birds sang into the stillness like minstrels with no thought for their audience, singing for their own joy.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Silent Songbird

“Evangeline’s heart fluttered, a pleasant sensation at Westley’s willingness to come to her aid. Holding on to Muriel’s arm, she sighed.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Silent Songbird

“She had hardly stopped smiling as the warm sun shone on her face. A beautiful blue butterfly unlike anything she’d ever seen before had flitted in front of her, lighting on a flower, mesmerizing and lovely. Trees and grass and fresh air surrounded her and lifted her until she felt as light as one of those butterflies. No one was telling her what to do or think or whom to marry. Life had seemed so full of promise. She was in the company of men who treated her like an equal, one of whom was handsome and smiled more than anyone she had ever met. He made her heart swell when he looked at her.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Silent Songbird

“Truly, she was very pretty. He had never seen hair quite the color of hers. But the way she expressed her feelings through her facial expressions was particularly fascinating—vulnerable and yet unashamed.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Silent Songbird

“The pig squealed as if it were being murdered. Eva had the pig by its hind legs. She dragged it backward as it screeched with every breath. Westley yanked open the gate so she could drag it inside. She let it go and it ran to the back of the pen, still squealing. Eva was breathing hard as she brushed her hands together, a triumphant glint in her eye. Her cheeks were pink and her red hair was in disarray, more strands hanging loose than in her braid. He lost his breath for a moment.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Silent Songbird

“I wish someone had been looking out for you,” he said softly. Her heart trembled. She’d never known a man could be so kind and tender, so compassionate and gentle, and yet so masculine and appealing. His touch sent warmth and pleasant sensations all through her. Surely if God loved her, He would let her marry this man.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Silent Songbird

“His mother always followed any application of her healing salve on one of her children with a kiss next to the wound. What would it feel like to kiss that delicate spot on the inside of Eva’s wrist? What was he thinking?”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Silent Songbird

“She smiled so big at the reeve that Westley felt a pang in his chest, wishing he could have been the recipient of that smile, which brought out the dimple in each of her cheeks.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Silent Songbird

“Eva—Evangeline—had finally broken down the wall he had always felt with her, had opened her heart and told him the truth. She had looked so vulnerable, so desperate and determined . . . and so beautiful. Her lips were plump and red and her eyes sparkling and bright green from the tears swimming in them. Holding her made him feel completely alive. He’d never wanted anything so much in his life as to kiss her. He could not be thinking this way. His mind was churning even faster than his heart was beating.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Silent Songbird

“She shouldn’t long for his kiss. She did not know what the future held for her. But she did long for it. Her heart ached with longing.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Silent Songbird

“They hurried away, Westley’s hand on her elbow as he ushered her away from the house. “As I was saying.” Westley cleared his throat. They were walking across the grassy area in front of the castle, headed back to the road that would take them to the meadow and the festival. “Yes?” “Would you ever consider marrying me, a man without a title, if it meant defying the king?” “Yes. I would consider it.” Did he say what she thought he said? It was not exactly a proposal of marriage, but very nearly. Her insides seemed to go numb at the thought of being so close to her greatest wish coming true. They stared into each other’s eyes.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Silent Songbird