Jane Porter > Quotes

“Yet happiness isn't something you chase, it's something you are. It's something you think, it's something you believe.”
― Jane Porter, Odd Mom Out

“All warfare that is not defensive is criminal.”
― Jane Porter, The Scottish Chiefs

“God forgive her, but underneath the smiles and the good job and the great family, she was tired. Desperately tired. Tired to the point of breaking. In the last few years the exhaustion had grown, rising up like a specter to knock on her door. No one knew, she hadn't told even Kit, but in the past year she'd begun to question her entire existence. Why was she even here? What was life? Was she even necessary?
Maybe all women had these thoughts. Maybe all women felt tired. But the thoughts confused her. Good women weren't supposed to have doubts. Good women were supposed to be strong and selfless. Instead Meg felt needy and afraid. What if there was no reward for all the hard work? What if life was just one sacrifice after another?”
― Jane Porter, The Good Woman

“Makin, my friend, I thought you were just seeing her safely home."
"I was."
"What happened?"
"I couldn't let her go.”
― Jane Porter, His Majesty's Mistake

“I'm not a hermit. I'm just an introvert, which means I like people, but I don't find parties exciting. They tire me out.”
― Jane Porter, The Tycoon's Kiss

“Stop staring and call your brother', Dane snaps over his shoulder as he heads toward the stairs.”
― Jane Porter, She's Gone Country

“Keep your eyes peeled. You might just see Christmas yet”
― Jane Porter

“Don’t. Don’t say you’ve changed your mind. You promised me!”
― Jane Porter, The Tycoon's Kiss

“It was enough that slander could ruin a woman, because her purity was the most important thing about her.”
― Jane Porter, Away in Montana

“I love you more than I hate cars, so I decided I'd try to face my fears and take some risks.”
― Jane Porter, Taken by the Highest Bidder

“Don't live to please others. Don't think everyone else knows what's right or true. Listen to yourself, and be true to yourself. That way, no matter what else happens in life, you will always have your self-respect.”
― Jane Porter, The Tycoon's Kiss

“...fine tailoring couldn't cloak the primitive danger of the desert. The desert was about life. Death. Survival.

And she saw the desert in his eyes, dark gold like the Saharan sand.”
― Jane Porter, The Sheikh's Virgin

“He studied her flushed face. Last night she'd been pale like porcelain, a creamy alabaster, but tonight she burned. She glowed. Her dark blue eyes shone, her cheeks flushed a hot feverish pink.

She needed a firm hand. She could use a calming hand.

How convenient. He had two.”
― Jane Porter, The Sheikh's Virgin

“She ought to be intimidated by this shaggy beast of a man, but she wasn’t. She’d had a husband—a daring, risk-taking husband of her own—and his lapse in judgment had cost them all. Dearly. “It’s dangerous out there,”
― Jane Porter, Christmas at Copper Mountain

“If she went with him, she'd enjoy Kahil's revenge. She'd welcome the humiliation as it would be at his hands, in his hands, with his body.”
― Jane Porter, The Sheikh's Wife

“Wyoming”
― Jane Porter, Take a Chance on Me

“across the table from her doing his best impression of”
― Jane Porter, A Montana Born Christmas

“I am not single--God is with me--I am his avenger. Now tremble tyranny; I come to hurl thee down!”
― Jane Porter, The Scottish Chiefs: A Romance, Volume 1

“Montana winters were never mild, and this winter felt even more brutal than normal. Taylor Harris sucked in a sharp breath at the blast of frigid air as she and Jane Weiss, the new director of the”
― Jane Porter, The Tycoon's Kiss

“Hope, wish, dream, need.
Heartbreak, loss, pain, grief.
Which was bigger, which was stronger?
Love was stronger, but was there enough love here? Was there enough love to mend their hearts and make them work?
How would she know?
How could she know?”
― Jane Porter, Christmas at Copper Mountain

“I want what's mine. And you wife, are mine.”
― Jane Porter, The Sheikh's Wife

“lowered”
― Jane Porter, Take a Chance on Me

“He’s gorgeous because he’s mine, but he won’t be mine for long. Our children become part of the world so fast, and it’s our job to prepare them, transition them, our job to love them and gracefully step back and let them go….”
― Jane Porter, Flirting with Forty

“Damn him. How could she ever respect him if he didn't even let her respect herself? A man that broke down her defenses with touch- with pleasure- well, that was just wrong.”
― jane porter , The Sheikh's Disobedient Bride

“The employment agency liked her attitude. They said she was perfect for the temp job and filled her in on the Sheenans, one of the bigger, more prominent families that had settled in Paradise Valley around the turn of the century. She’d be working for Brock”
― Jane Porter, Christmas at Copper Mountain

“Besides, my too anxious mother, look at our country: God's gift of freedom is stamped upon it. Our mountains are his seal. Plains are the proper territories of tyranny; there, the armies of an usurper may extend themselves with ease; leaving no corner unoccupied, in which patriotism might shelter, or treason hide. But mountains, glens, morasses, and lakes, set bounds to the conquest; and amidst these is the impregnable seat of liberty. To such a fortress, to the deep defiles of Loch Catherine, or to the cloud-piercing heights of Corryarraick, I would have my father retire, there watch the footsteps of our mountain goddess, till led by her immortal champion, she plants her standard forever upon the summit of Scotland's proudest hill!”
― Jane Porter, The Scottish Chiefs Volume I

“Taylor had been a book lover her entire life and, even at twenty-six, loved nothing more than curling up and getting lost in a great story, reading until the early hours of the morning. So what if it meant she never got enough sleep? Books were her life, her passion.”
― Jane Porter, The Tycoon's Kiss

“Harley Diekerhoff looked up from peeling potatoes to glance out the kitchen window. It was still snowing... even harder than it had been this morning. So much white, it dazzled. Hands still, breath catching, she watched the thick, white flakes blow past the ranch house at a dizzying pace, enthralled by the flurry of the lacy snowflakes. So beautiful. Magical A mysterious silent ballet in all white, the snow swirling, twirling just like it did in her favorite scene from the Nutcracker—the one with the Snow Queen and her breathtaking corps in their white tutus with their precision and speed—and then that dazzling snow at the end, the delicate flakes powdering the stage. Harley’s chest ached. She gripped the peeler more tightly, and focused on her breathing. She didn’t want to remember. She wasn’t going to remember. Wasn’t going to go there, not now, not today. Not when she had six hungry men to feed in a little over two hours. She picked up a potato, started peeling. She’d come to Montana to work. She’d taken the temporary job at Copper Mountain Ranch to get some distance from her family this Christmas, and working on the Paradise Valley cattle ranch would give her new memories. Like the snow piling up outside the window. She’d never lived in a place that snowed like this. Where she came from in Central California, they didn’t have snow, they had fog. Thick soupy Tule fog that blanketed the entire valley, socking in airports, making driving nearly impossible. And on the nights when the fog lifted and temperatures dropped beneath the cold clear sky, the citrus growers rushed to light smudge pots to protect their valuable, vulnerable orange crops. Her family didn’t grow oranges. Her family were Dutch dairy people. Harley had been raised on a big dairy farm in Visalia, and she’d marry a dairyman in college, and they’d had their own dairy, too. But that’s the part she needed to forget. That’s why she’d come to Montana, with its jagged mountains and rugged river valleys and long cold winters. She’d arrived here the Sunday following Thanksgiving and would work through mid-January, when Brock Sheenan’s housekeeper returned from a personal leave of absence. In January, Harley would either return to California or look for another job in Crawford County. Harley was tempted to stay, as the Bozeman employment agency assured her they’d have no problem finding her a permanent position if she wanted one.”
― Jane Porter, Christmas at Copper Mountain

“The question shouldn’t be Am I happy? but rather, Does my life have meaning? And yes, my life has meaning. I’ve created two children, and loving them, caring for them, and helping prepare them for life gives my life purpose.”
― Jane Porter, Flirting with Forty

“Love—real love—requires growth and change. It also means you fight for that person. You fight for the relationship. You don’t just open the door and wave goodbye.”
― Jane Porter, The Christmas Cottage