Quotes from Lisa Kleypas

Inti dari hubungan adalah memiliki seseorang saat kita membutuhkannya".

The sin was not love, but the lack of it. The thing to fear was not scandal, but the betrayal of one's own morality.

It rained in Hampshire yesterday, a soft autumn storm that brought down hardly any leaves. The dahlias are no longer in stem, and frost has withered the chrysanthemums, but the air smells divine, like old leaves and wet bark, and ripe apples. Have you ever noticed that each month has its own smell? May and October are the nicest-smelling months, in my opinion.

Tell me what was said," she prompted. "I informed Mr. Swift quite sternly that I will not allow anyone to make Daisy unhappy. And I demanded that he give me his word not to marry her." "Oh, thank God," Lillian said with a sigh of relief. "He refused." "He what?" Her mouth fell open in astonishment. "But no one refuses you." "Apparently Mr. Swift wasn't told about that," he said.

At Livia's indecisive silence, Shaw abandoned the subject, and fastened his gaze on the tousled, heavily planted cottage garden ahead of them. Long banners of honeysuckle trailed over the garden fence, its fragrance making the air thick and sweet. Butterflies danced amid bright splotches of poppies and peonies. Beyond a plot of carrots, lettuce, and radishes, a rose-covered archway led to a tiny glasshouse that was shaded by a parasol-shaped sycamore.

I saw the animal's body tense expectantly as he saw the treat in my palm. Unfortunately, it seemed in question as to whether the attraction was the biscuit or my hand.

Daisy loved to read, having fueled her imagination with so many books that, were they laid end to end, would probably extend from one side of England to the other. She was charming, whimsical, fun-loving, but- and here was the odd thing about Daisy- she was also a solidly rational person, coming up with insights that were nearly always correct.

If something is easily given, they're indifferent to it. If something is withheld, they want it desperately.

The thought of her was deep inside him, at the center of every thought and sensation, as if he existed only as a vessel to contain her.

You won't kiss me for diamonds," he said, his voice slightly raspy, "but you will for chocolates?" Poppy nodded. As Harry turned his face away, she saw his cheek tauten with a smile. "I'll put in a daily order, then.

The Ravenels have always been known for their volatile temperaments." "Thank you," Gabriel said sourly. "Now I won't be surprised when my future offspring emerge with horns and tails." Westcliff smiled. "In my experience, it's all in how you handle them." The earl was the calm, steady center of his own boisterous family, which included a high-spirited wife and a brood of rambunctious offspring.

Her dream lover whispered endearments as he embraced her, his mouth playing over her throat. Everywhere he touched, she felt a glow of sensation. "Shall I take you?" he whispered, carefully drawing away her clothes, baring her skin to the light and air and water. "Don't be afraid, little love, don't...

Though Sebastian wasn't looking at her, he could hear the note of childish defiance in her voice, and it caused a wrench in his heart... a heart that he always believed to be nothing more than an efficient muscle.

Don't tease," she muttered, trembling with need. "I can't bear it." "Sweetheart…" His silky whisper caressed her cheek. "I'm afraid you'll have to." "Wh-why?" She caught her breath as he withdrew, giving her only the tip of his shaft. "Because there's nothing I love more than teasing you.

What if no one will have us here either?" "Then we'll become a pair of wicked old spinsters, romping back and forth across Europe.

Economic change is always accompanied by social change. No one can stop that.

You... you are so...' She couldn't even think of a suitable word. 'I know. Woefully primitive.' Laughter threaded through his voice. 'But I must be tolerated, because I'm a man and I really can't help it.

Conversing with strangers isn't easy." "It is if you don't care what you say," Pandora advised. "Or what their opinion of you might be," Cassandra added.

How did you persuade the countess to confess so quickly?" she asked. "I would have thought she would have held out for days. I would have thought she would rather die than admit anything—" "I'm afraid that was the choice I gave her." Her eyes widened. "Oh," she whispered. -Lillian & Marcus

I've dreamed of this for so long," he whispered. "The first time we met, part of my brain said, 'I want that one.

I wanted a footman with twinkly eyes like Father Christmas, not the eyes of a Viking mercenary. Footmen are supposed to be clean-shaven and pleasant-looking, and have nice names like Peter or George. But mine is scowly and growly, and his name is Drago and he has a black beard.

Amanda Briars was a beautiful woman masquerading as a plain one…she was funny, intelligent, brave, practical, and, most of all, interesting.

It's usually painful for a woman, the first time," he murmured. "Yes, I know." "I don't want to hurt you." The admission touched and surprised her. "My mother says it doesn't last for long," she said. "The pain?" "No, the rest of it," she said, and for some reason that made him laugh again. -Simon & Annabelle

His face, brooding and saturnine in the shadows, could have belonged to some lesser god in a realm far below Olympus. Powerful, secretive, enigmatic. He turned his head until his lips nudged her palm with a tenderness she knew somehow was reserved for her alone.