Quotes from Sherry Thomas

That was how he would go on tormenting her, after his physical departure from her life. A baroque plan, byzantine even, a plan that both pleased and shamed him. He awaited only the night, this one grotesque, terrible night.

We women have been taught since birth that virtue is our greatest asset. I have nothing against virtues—I'd like to think that there are many virtues I practice assiduously. But power does not yield to virtue. Power yields only to power.

What cricket? Grasshopper?

They were good friends, weren't they? The best of friends. She ought to be able to walk into his room and ask him the reason for his absence this evening—and the reason for his absence from her bed. But she couldn't, because it was all a sham, their friendship, at least on her part, a disguise for her true feelings, an awful solace for not being his one and only. A thing without wings.

He took a strand of hair that had fallen loose from her chignon between his fingers. The gesture shocked her, not because his self-control seemed to have snapped, but the exact opposite - it felt like a deliberate choice on his part.

It really is too bad that sometimes inconvenient facts surface to thumb their noses at remarkably elegant hypotheses.

But tonight, after the carriages left, there would be Millie, her scent like a breeze from their lavender field at the height of summer, her skin as smooth as the finest velvet. Their eyes met. She flushed. Desire tumbled through him.

Then he made love to her not only as if he had never experienced lovemaking before, but no one had.

Though I suppose it's better to marry an idiot than someone who thinks you're an idiot.

This time he could no longer hold back his tears. And with them came words that he'd never been able to say to her his entire life. "I love you, Helena. I have always loved you. Wake up and let me prove it to you.

He climbed into bed himself and kissed his way up her legs. Instincts she didn't even know she possessed made her clench her thighs together. Without any hesitation, he pushed them apart, exposing her to his gaze. "The doors of the temple, darling, never close to the devout acolyte.

when an old man dies, no matter how well loved he is, it is easier to accept: death has been in the wings for a while. But when a young man perishes unexpectedly, his devoted wife, who has had every expectation of many more happy years together, suddenly finds herself profoundly alone-- and descends into a powerful grief that lasts for years upon years.

It was a few minutes before Helena could stop panting. She dared not read any further, or she'd crash through the connecting door and ravish Hastings—and she was far from sure how she felt about him. -- As she was reading the manuscript of The Bride of Larkspear

Nothing," he said. "Just that I have loved you, even when I was nothing and no one to you, when you didn't know my name and barely knew my face.

if she hadn't been at peace, then at least she wasn't at war with herself.

Believe me, I've thought long and hard about leaving things alone. But then there will always be this wall between us." "It's all ugly things behind the wall," I said, not looking at him. "I'm not afraid of what's behind the wall, only the wall itself." But the wall was my exoskeleton. It was what held me up. Sometimes it was the only thing that held me up.

She felt as if she'd been hugging puppies all day.

There was a great deal of skill in her smile, a smile meant to make a boy who had done nothing with his life feel accomplished and remarkable- vile, even.

I am a queen upon this board, Charlotte had once told Lord Ingram, and I do not play to lose.

One could say lightning is the marriage of fire and air." "One could say mud is the marriage of water and earth," he said dismissively.

Well, I always enjoy a case more once witnesses start quoting Shakespeare, don't you?

The public considers all women on stage to be of questionable morals, if not outright whores. But the serious Shakespearean actresses console themselves that at least they aren't involved in the vulgarity of musical theater. And those of us in musical theater congratulate ourselves on not being involved in the pornographic nonsense that is the burlesque. I don't know to whom the burlesque performers compare themselves, but I'm sure they feel superior to someone.

He should not, but he cupped her face and kissed her. Because they were past the point when words were any use. Because he was once again afraid to die. Because he loved her as much as he loved life itself.

You are the beginning of Eternity now, she said silently to Master Haywood. You have arrived at the end of Fear. And I will love you always, for as long as the world endures.