Quotes from Lisa Kleypas

Somehow I knew that no matter what I chose to tell or to keep secret, he would understand.

We may run into Kevin," Lucy said gloomily. "She's hoping to run into Kevin," Zoë assured her. Justine smiled grimly. "Preferably with my car.

I wondered how many times in my life I had done something just because I wanted to without weighing the consequences.

The purpose of society is to prevent natural behavior.

He's a fascinating gentleman. Old-school. I tried to talk him into attending one of my services, but he said he wasn't finished sinning yet, and he'd let me know when he was.

West paused. "My God, I can feel sincerity rising in my chest like a digestive disorder. I have to stop.

When I die," he continued, "you're next in line." "Do you actually believe I'll outlive you?" West asked. "With my vices?" "I have just as many." "Yes, but I'm far more enthusiastic about mine.

There's only one thing a bully respected: bigger bully.

If it's grouse season," Gabriel pointed out acidly, "and you're keeping company with a flock of grouse on a grouse-moor, it's a bit disingenuous to ask a sportsman to pretend you're not a grouse.

Darling, let me leave you with a thought: There's very little in life that doesn't require a compromise of one kind or another. No matter what you choose, it won't be perfect." "So much for happy-ever-after," Pandora said sourly. Kathleen smiled. "But wouldn't it be dull if ever-after was always happy, with no difficulties or problems to solve? Ever-after is far more interesting than that.

The baby woke up before you did. I took him to the other room to let you get a little more sleep. We've been watching a game." "Did he cry?" "Only when he realized the Astros were having another first-round play-off flame out. But I told him there's no shame in crying over the Astros. It's how we Houston guys bond.

Daisy glanced up into her husband's sparkling eyes. "You're being scandalous, Mr. Swift," she whispered. "This is nothing," Matthew replied in an undertone, his expression soft with love. "I'm saving my worst behavior for tonight.

Then, as now, there were always girls who were overlooked and ignored by gentlemen who really should have known better.

One of the women at the clinic had remarked dryly that Harrow's personal magnetism not only affected men, women and children but also extended to armoires, assorted chairs and the nearby goldfish in a bowl.

A good perfumer was part alchemist, part artist, and part wizard.

Oh, very simple," Derek jeered. "It doesn't matter that I was born a bastard. She deserves nothing better than a man with a false name, fine clothes, and a sham accent. It's not important that I have no family and no religion. I don't believe in sacred causes, or honor, or unselfish motives. I can't be innocent enough for her. I never was. But why should that matter to her?

Come to see the devil in his lair, have you?" he asked. [Evie] came closer, her expression intent and oddly fearless. "You're not the devil. You're only a man. A very fl-flawed one.

She was a beautiful woman, if not a happy one, and attracting a man was never a problem. Keeping one, however, was a different matter.

I've spent my entire life reading about the lives other people are having. My world has been... very small. No one believes I would thrive if I weren't kept secluded and protected. Like a flower in a glasshouse. If I marry one of my kind, as you put it, no one will ever see me as I am. Only what I'm supposed to be.

The Travises who had survived were the most purely stubborn people on earth, the kind who relied on their backbones when their wishbones were broken.

It's drugs, isn't it"? Tara was so innocent. She got pulled into that glamorous lifestyle with all her rich friends...all that cocaine dust floating around, she probably inhaled some by accident, and then -' 'There's no such thing as secondhand cocaine snorting, Mom.

You shouldn't rule out second chances. Sometimes they come with interesting bonus features.

I didn't know how to stop wanting him. It wasn't that I had any hope—I knew I'd never see him again. But that didn't stop me from comparing every other man to Hardy and finding them all lacking. I had exhausted myself loving him.

This was an ancient Romany courtship rite, and there would be nothing halfhearted about it. She was going to be kidnapped and ravished. Finally.