Quotes from Lisa Kleypas

If you marry me, you'll never be a lady of position." "There is no better position for me than being your wife." One of his big hands clasped over her skull, pressing her head against his shoulder. "I've always wanted more for you than this." "Liar," she whispered. "You always wanted me for yourself." Laughter stirred in his chest. "Yes," he admitted.

You're very good at organizing your feelings, aren't you?" Christopher had asked dryly. "I suppose I am. I wish I could organize yours. At present they seem to resemble an overturned drawer of neckcloths." "Not neckcloths," he said. "Flatware, with sharp edges." Audrey had smiled. "I pity those who find themselves in the way of your feelings.

Leo stared back at her with a mixture of wary amusement and growing heat. He could no longer deny that he found nothing in the world more entertaining than talking to her. Or just being near her. Cantankerous, stubborn fascinating creature... completely unlike his past lovers. And at times like this, she had all the cuddlesome appeal of a feral hedgehog. But she challenged him, met him as an equal, in a way that no other woman ever had. He wanted her beyond reason.

What a lovely jaw," she murmured, admiring the clean edge. "I've never properly appreciated it before." West waited until the blade lifted from his skin before replying. "I was just thinking the same thing about your breasts.

No young woman wants to get married after reading Tolstoy

Having your own church doesn't make you a good guy. It only makes you tax-exempt.

They still had the power to hurt their children from the grave.

Beatrix had worn her best gown, made of shimmering aniline violet. The bodice was scooped low, revealing a generous expanse of fair skin. Her hair had been curled and swept up with a multitude of pearl-tipped pins- other than that, she wore no adornment.

I'm a wicked man who can, on occasion, be just a bit nice. And I've been searching for a nice girl who can, on occasion, be just a bit wicked." -Sebastian St. Vincent

I always knew I'd have to pay for my sins in some future cosmic reckoning. But in my arrogance, it didn't occur to me that a man never bears the cost of his sins alone. The people around him --- especially those who love him --- have to pay as well. That's the worst part of it.

He loved the colors of her, pink and mauve and ivory, all washed in light. The glistening tumble of her hair held the colors of autumn: chestnut, maple, russet, umber.

Sometimes you think you love someone," I said, "but it's really just that they've become a habit.

He'd always preferred newness, associating old things with decay and dowdiness.

I love this part of you, like the sweet heart of a rose. Merry, honey-love... dinna ask me to spend the rest of my life never knowing the taste of you.

West took a step back, dropped the combs to the floor, and reached out to grasp a handful of shining red hair. He brought a few of the ruddy locks to his face, stroking them over his cheeks and mouth, and kissed them. His face was grave, almost severe, as he stared at her with absolute concentration. "How can you be so beautiful?

A whirlwind of panic swept through her as Derek stripped off his white shirt. She switched her gaze to the floor, but not before she had seen how large and formidable his body was, his torso heavily muscled, his chest covered with thick black hair. Silvery scars marked his skin, legacies of his life in the rookery. He was a man of vast experience. All that was new and frightening to her was commonplace to him.

Huge with child, and lumbering about dressed in black - I'll look like one of those hopper-barges loaded with refuse and sent out to sea." "You're too small to be a barge," Cassandra said. "You'll be a tugboat.

Do you feel any attraction to Lord Lambert? Butterflies swirling inside?" "No, but... I do like his looks..." "It doesn't matter if he's handsome," her sister had said with authority. Cassandra had smiled wryly. "Pandora, it's not as if you married a bridge troll.

Never try to turn back on a new road- you don't know what adventures await you.

Isn't it too late at night to begin something like this?" "Not when one has a dire case of imagine-somnia.

Both of you think happiness is this thing you have to chase after, like a child with a shiny toy. It won't happen until you start finding ways to take care of other people instead of ways to please yourself.

You're no longer a wallflower, nor a virgin, nor the helpless child who had to endure life with the Maybricks. You're a viscountess with a sizable fortune, and a scoundrel of a husband. Whose rules will you adhere to now?

After I calmed down a little and had a chance to think, I figured . . . I love you enough to try and deserve you. I would do anything, be anything, for you. Last night I went to your apartment to beg you to give me another chance. I was shaking in my boots, thinking you might not forgive me for Friday night.

If you tell anyone about this, you little imp…you'll pay.