Elizabeth Lowell > Quotes

“Some of us aren't meant to belong. Some of us have to turn the world upside down and shake the hell out of it until we make our own place in it.”
― Elizabeth Lowell, Remember Summer

“I'm not perfect. Remember that, and try to forgive me when I fail you.”
― Elizabeth Lowell, Sweet Wind, Wild Wind

“If you're not going to get any wiser, what's the point of getting older?”
― Elizabeth Lowell

“t's okay to let yourself go, as long as you can get yourself back. -”
― Elizabeth Lowell

“How long can a man live on the outside before he loses his ability to love? How long before there's no more hope?”
― Elizabeth Lowell, A Woman Without Lies

“Show me your dreams. Let me make them come true.”
― Elizabeth Lowell

“Love is the light that casts no shadow.”
― Elizabeth Lowell, Only You

“Sometimes the best part in life is an accident that goes right.”
― Elizabeth Lowell, Beautiful Dreamer: A Rugged Western About a Water-Finder and a Ranch Owner Discovering Trust and Passion in Nevada

“Yes," Shannon said calmly. "I could have died. But so what? The stars would have come out tonight and the sun would have risen tomorrow morning. The only difference would be that I wouldn't see it." Shannon to Whip.”
― Elizabeth Lowell, Only Love

“The sacred rowan is a woman born long, long ago, a woman whose refusal to see love cost first her lover's life, then the lives of her family, her clan, her people.
But not her own life. Not quite.
In pity and punishment she was turned into an undying tree, a rowan that weeps only in the presence of transcendent love; and the tears of the rowan are blossoms that confer extraordinary grace upon those who can see them.
When enough tears are wept, the rowan will be free. She waits inside a sacred ring that can be neither weighed or measured nor touched. She waits for love that is worth her tears.
The rowan is waiting still.”
― Elizabeth Lowell, Enchanted

“You saw too late. Now you are as she is, bewteen two worlds, warmth bleeding into cold.”
― Elizabeth Lowell, Enchanted

“A woman of intense feeling, head thrown back, hair wild, lips open upon a cry of unbelievable pleasure.
The enchanted.
A warrior both disciplined and passionate, his whole being focused in the moment.
The enchanter.
Now he is bending down to her, drinking her cries .....”
― Elizabeth Lowell, Enchanted

“What is dollar value but something to amuse people who have no imagination? People who have money and no imagination follow fashion. People who have imagination and no money fashion styles.”
― Elizabeth Lowell, The Secret Sister

“You may hold my tears and live as you did before, trusting your soul to no one. Or you may release my tears and accept what comes.”
― Elizabeth Lowell, Enchanted

“A man with no name may you claim, heart and body and soul. Then rich life might grow, but death will surely flow. “’In shades of darkness he will come to you. If you touch him, you will know life that might or death that will. “’Be therefore as sunlight, hidden in amber, untouched by man, not touching. “‘Forbidden.”
― Elizabeth Lowell, Forbidden

“Then he asked angrily, “Instead of teasing me, why the hell didn’t you tell me you had a famous, jealous maniac for a lover? I wouldn’t have touched you!”
Cat’s eyes widened. Surprised laughter tugged at her lips as she turned to Travis. “Are you a famous, jealous maniac, Travis, er, lover?”
― Elizabeth Lowell, To the Ends of the Earth

“You’re awfully quiet,” Travis said, glancing up from the road. “Are you falling asleep on me?”
“Not yet.” Cat swallowed a yawn. “Just thinking.”
“About what?”
“This and that. Mostly that.”
Travis smiled. “Sounds important.”
Cat gave up and yawned openly. “Nope. You’ve unraveled my brain.”
He changed lanes to pass a huge motor home that belonged on the multilane interstate highway, not on Laguna’s crowded street.
She enjoyed watching him control the car with ease and precision. When he downshifted, sunlight ran like gold water over the tawny hair on his arm. As he transferred his grip from gearshift to steering wheel, the tendons on the back of his hand moved beneath tanned skin. His fingers closed firmly over the leather-sheathed wheel.
Cat remembered the intense pleasure Travis could give to her with a simple caress. Sudden, stark need coursed through her, leaving her shaken. She wanted to touch him, taste him, take him so deeply into her body that she could feel every wild pulse of his release.
“If you keep looking at me like that,” Travis said, “I’m going to pull over to the side of the road and do things to you that will get us arrested.”
His husky drawl did nothing to cool Cat’s blood. She looked away from his knowing hands to his lips smiling beneath his tawny mustache. She remembered the feel of his beard sliding down her skin, the exciting silky roughness against her neck, her breasts, her stomach. She wondered what it would be like to feel him . . . everywhere.
With a small groan Cat closed her eyes. “What am I going to do with you?”
“I’ll pull over so we can find out.”
“Not a good idea.”
“Chicken.”
“Cluck cluck. I can’t afford bail.”
“I can.”
“They’ll put us in separate cells.”
“Damn. I didn’t think of that.”
― Elizabeth Lowell, To the Ends of the Earth

“I studied because I wanted to know, not because I wanted the world to know I knew.”
― Elizabeth Lowell, The Secret Sister

“Most people don´t like to think, period.”
― Elizabeth Lowell, The Secret Sister

“only the most hardy of living things survive renewal.”
― Elizabeth Lowell, Untamed

“the Kamchatka Peninsula.” “What do you say?” “We’re betting if the man and the picture matched, neither was Kyle Donovan.” Jake’s eyes narrowed. “Bad news.” “For Donovan, certainly. He probably got that chunk of Mother Russia they offered you. But bad for us? We don’t know.”
― Elizabeth Lowell, Amber Beach

“Go back up on deck,” he said huskily.
“Why?” Cat asked, her voice as dazed as her eyes.
“If you don’t, I’ll take off your clothes and taste every bit of you until you’re hot and wet and crying for me with every breath you take.”
Hunger shook Cat, a need to equal his.
Travis saw it. The certainty of her welcome was a fire in his veins.
“The hell with it,” he muttered, reaching blindly behind him for the door. “I’ll just have to keep my head enough to muffle your screams.”
But before he could find the door, Diego was calling to him.
“Captain? Are you still belowdeck?”
The sound of footsteps descending the ladder was very distinct. Travis swore softly and spun around with his back to Cat. His body blocked the doorway, concealing her flushed face and misty, hungry eyes from Diego.
“What is it?” Travis asked curtly.
Diego stopped just outside the open cabin door and looked at Travis a bit warily. “Some official wants to know how much longer we’ll be anchored here.”
“Does it matter?”
Diego grinned. “Not to me. I think the man just wants a guided tour of the Wind Warrior.”
“So give it to him.”
“When?”
“For the love of God,” Travis snarled. “Now, Diego! Give it to him now!”
“Si, Captain.”
― Elizabeth Lowell, To the Ends of the Earth

“Does that mean you”
― Elizabeth Lowell, Amber Beach

“else is saying.”
― Elizabeth Lowell, Jade Island

“Him personally? I don”
― Elizabeth Lowell, Jade Island

“the plateau? she silently demanded of Ty. Why did you turn her loose? She could lead”
― Elizabeth Lowell, Reckless Love

“first hot touch of his tongue, she trembled”
― Elizabeth Lowell, Sweet Wind, Wild Wind

“Beyond Stone Ring Keep’s high walls, the wind wailed of coming winter. Ariane didn’t hear the mournful cry. She heard nothing but echoes”
― Elizabeth Lowell, Enchanted

“When it comes to death, nature is much more cruel to predators than predators are to their own prey”
― Elizabeth Lowell, Warrior

“With a muttered curse, Travis raked a handful of fingers through his windblown hair and faced the dark eyes of his first mate.
“The men have done very well,” Travis said evenly.
“They would like to hear it from you.”
“What am I, a cheerleader?”
Diego winced.
“Hell,” Travis muttered. “I’ll tell them at mess tonight.”
“Thank you.”
Travis had the grace to look uncomfortable. “No thanks needed. The men have done a fine job.”
“They would not have dared to do less,” Diego said dryly. “Their captain is, as they say, on a rip.”
Travis’s lips twitched in a smile. “That bad?”
“Si. That good, too. We have done two weeks of work in less than five days and we are on our way back to harbor where beautiful women wait. No one is complaining about that!”
Travis smiled rather grimly. “Only five days, huh?”
“Less.”
“Seemed more like five weeks.”
“Next time bring your red-haired woman along. Then time will run at its usual pace.”
Travis gave his first mate a look.
Diego held up his hands in surrender. “Jurgen wins the pool, I see.”
“What pool?”
“The one trying to guess what put you out of temper and what it will take to bring you back to your normal, smiling self.”
“Normal? Smiling? In their dreams,” Travis retorted.
“I am shocked, Captain. Simply shocked. You are a man of most even disposition.” But Diego’s wry smile said just the opposite. “The men are proud to work under a captain who demands their best. The only time they grumble is when their best is not appreciated.”
― Elizabeth Lowell, To the Ends of the Earth