Quotes from Lisa Kleypas

But we have to find ways of compromising when we disagree on something. You know what compromise is, right?" "Uh-huh. It's when you don't get to have everything your way and I don't get to have everything my way, and no one's happy.

Hunt and Annabelle stared at each other in silent bemusement, as if someone had posed a question that neither of them knew how to answer. The moment lengthened uncomfortably, until Simon Hunt finally spoke. "A pretty sound, that," he said softly. Annabelle struggled to find her voice. "What is?" she asked. "Your laughter.

True friends never mind holding your hair back while you cast up your crumpets.

You're going to shoot the messenger?" "Yeah, Dad, if the messenger can't learn to keep his interfering ass out of my business.

Has anyone been corrupted or defiled?" "Since the age of twelve," West said. "I wasn't asking you, I was asking the girls." "Not yet," Cassandra replied cheerfully.

When they shook hands, it felt like a promise had been made. A commitment. "Now," Ethan said, "where do you keep the guns?" Ravenel's brows shot upward. "Ransom, if you don't mind, I prefer easing into a new topic with a transitional phrase or two.

He experienced a strange reaction to the sight, a nearly overwhelming urge to go over to her, shove her back on the bed, and take her without preliminaries. To dominate her, and force her to admit his ownership.

Sometimes when we're not paying attention, relation-ships happen. There is no rule that requires two people in love to be exactly alike.

I wondered how much of me would be left after tomorrow.

I have always hated flying. The idea of it is an affront to nature. People are meant to stay on the ground.

The feelings cut too deep for them to be put on display.

It was a confirmation of a connection that already existed. And it was a bond that extended far beyond the borders of a shared living space. We would have stayed together even without a marriage certificate . . . but I believed in the permanence it represented. It was a piece of paper you could build a life on.

It was a bad habit of hers … looking for safety in places where there wasn't any.

Good God-is there nothing you won't stoop to?" "If there is," Lillian replied smartly, "I haven't discovered it yet.

Take my advice, gadjo… never argue with a woman when she's in this state. Tell her you were wrong and you're sorry as hell. And promise never to do it again." "I'm still not exactly certain what I did," Harry said. "That doesn't matter. Apologize anyway." Merripen paused and added in a whisper, "And whenever your wife is angry… for God's sake, don't try logic." "I heard that," Win said from the chaise.

She understood the risks, the limits, the possible consequences, and she was willing to accept all of that in return for the sheer joy of being with him. One night with him…one hundred… whatever fate allowed her, she would take.

This takes a bit of getting used to," he said. "All this smiling and good spirits. You've never been one of those lighthearted fellows." "I'm not lighthearted, I'm . . . wholehearted.

Justin tugged at Phoebe's sleeve. "Mama, if I must have a governess, I want a pretty one." Another snort from the nursemaid. "They start early, don't they?" she remarked in an aside. "In my family, they do," Phoebe replied ruefully.

I love you," she said wretchedly. "And if I were well, no power on earth could keep me away from you. If I were well, I would take you to my bed, and I would show you as much passion as any woman could.

You're so full of it, darlin'.

As I sit here writing to you, I have propped my stocking feet much too close to the hearth. I've actually singed my stockings on occasion, and once I had to stomp out my feet when they started smoking. Even after that I can't seem to rid myself of the habit. There, now you could pick me out of a crowd blindfolded. Simply follow the scent of scorched stockings.

So if you were dating the UPS guy, he could buy you whatever the hell he wanted. But I cant."well...yes, but I'd never date the UPS guy. Those brown shorts are just not a turn-on for me.

These impossible women! How they do get around us!

Amelia, if we have children… will you mind that they're part Roma?" "Not if you don't mind that they're part Hathaway.