Lynn Morris > Quotes

“So many men treat their wives badly, or indifferently, or with barely contained impatience. Josh doesn't mind-- no that's not right--he insists on openly showing his love and respect for me.”
― Lynn Morris, Shadow of the Mountains

“Now, Doc—“
“Yes, Shiloh?” She interrupted with exaggerated sweetness, and fluttered her eyelashes.
Shiloh grinned. “I dunno, I musta gone crazy there for a minute. I was actually going to try to talk you out of something. But don’t worry, I’m okay now.”
― Lynn Morris, Toward the Sunrising

“The bayou certainly has a wild beauty of its own, although it is undoubtedly hostile to man,” Richard Duvall mused. “But then, many things that are quite beautiful are hostile to man.”
“Like women?” Shiloh suggested.”
― Lynn Morris, Secret Place of Thunder

“She is wonderful,” Cheney said a little breathlessly. “But I can see that long rides on her would be tiring. She doesn’t just walk along, does she?”
“No,” Shiloh said in a low tone, his eyes alight. “She dances.” He was staring directly at Cheney, and she lowered her eyes and blushed.”
― Lynn Morris, In the Twilight, in the Evening

“Glen worried as he walked and listened. Sternly he reminded himself, "Scared worryin' turns into panic. So make it into smart worryin'.”
― Lynn Morris and Gilbert Morris

“I rather doubt that anyone tells Lord Hylton what to do," she said dryly.”
― Lynn Morris, The Baron's Honourable Daughter

“Junglelike swamps often melted into the bayou, where the earth seemed unable to make up her mind whether to be land or water, and finally melted into a combination that was both and neither. Great cypresses crowded around the flat boat, their mourning shawls of lacy grey Spanish moss sometimes brushing down to the still surface of the secret streams.”
― Lynn Morris and Gilbert Morris

“Miss Segrave," Alastair said dryly, "I assure you, there is nothing whatsoever about you that would ever remind anyone of a governess.”
― Lynn Morris, The Baron's Honourable Daughter

“I dislike taking sleeping draughts, they make me feel as if my head is stuffed with wet cotton wool in the morning.” “Sometimes I believe it is, for shame, comparing yourself to an ox, you sound like a dairymaid. Josephine, did you sleep well?”
― Lynn Morris, A Sapphire Season