Quotes from Lisa Kleypas

Most people don't have facades," Natalie said drily. "Oh everyone thinks they do, but when you dig below the facade, there is only more facade.

I've always enjoyed a comfortable life without having to perform a single day of honest labor. Now I have responsibilities.

Annwyl: dear Iesu Mawr: great Jesus Hwyl fawr am nawr: good-bye for now Diolch i Dduw: Thank God Dw i'n dy garu di: I love you Owain Glynd?r: a Welsh ruler, a figure of Welsh nationalism, and the last native Welshman to hold the title Prince of Wales. He lived from 1349–1416 Eistedfodd: a festival of Welsh literature, music, dancing, and acting

We try to conceal our defects and say the things we think the other one wants to hear. We pretend that we're always lovely and sweet-tempered and that we don't mind the other's nasty little habits. And then after the wedding, we lower the boom.

Doing nothing is exhausting. I need to rest in case we do nothing again later.

I would have fought, Zachary thought, sternly locking the words inside himself. I would have gone toe to toe with the devil himself to stay with you and Rose. I would go down howling and kicking before I let go of what I had.

Well…" St. Vincent walked slowly with her to the crowd of dancers. "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.

Daisy Bowman, Lillian's young sister, had an out-sized personality that belied her small, slight frame. Idealistic and possessed of a decidedly whimsical bent, she devoured romantic novels populated with rogues and villains. However, Daisy's elfin facade concealed a shrewd intelligence that most people tended to overlook. She was fair-skinned and dark-haired, with eyes the color of spiced gingerbread... mischievous eyes with long, spiky lashes.

Closing his eyes, he turned his face from hers, only to find himself nuzzling hungrily at her throat. She pushed at him a little, her sharp whisper at his ear. "What is the matter with you?" Marcus shook his head helplessly. "I'm sorry," he rasped, even as he knew what he was about to do. "My God. Sorry—" His mouth clamped over hers, and he began to kiss her as if his life depended on it.

Anyone who had ever read a novel knew that governesses were supposed to be meek and downtrodden.

Without thinking, Lillian let out a few curse words that caused Evie to blanch. One of Lillian's more questionable accomplishments was the ability to swear as fluently as a sailor, acquired from much time spent with her grandmother, who had worked as a washwoman at the harbor docks.

The torchlit garden was redolent with the colors and scents of autumn... gold and copper foliage, thick borders of roses and dahlias, flowering grasses and beds of fresh mulch that made the air pleasantly pungent.

In his life, he'd had more than his share of lectures, some brutal enough to leave permanent gouges in his soul. But no man had ever spoken to him quite like this- wry, honest, direct, bracing, and a bit high-handed in a way that felt oddly reassuring. Fatherly.

Something happened to you, they discovered, when you were given the unconditional love and trust of a child. You wanted to try to deserve it.

He was charmed out of all reason as he watched her, this sandy, disheveled, storytelling mermaid, who seemed already to belong to him and yet wanted nothing to do with him.

Mr. Ravenel is here on a business matter, and the tenants need his attention far more than we do." "But Kathleen," Cassandra said in concern, "we mustn't let him work himself into exhaustion." Kathleen burst out laughing. "Darling, I doubt he's ever worked a day in his life. Let's not distract him on his first attempt.

Pro medicina est dolor, dolorem qui necat ." "The pain that kills pain acts as medicine," Win translated. "That would make sense only to a Roma," Amelia said, and Cam grinned.

You know I can't let you murder people before dinner," she murmured. "It throws the entire household off schedule.

My arms ache to hold you," he said. "No' just for a little while. For a long time.

I hate the phrase 'No pun intended.' It's pointless.

In the past few years it had become a rare luxury for all of them to be together at once, especially since Daisy stayed in America with her husband, Matthew, for long periods of time. The trips were necessary for both of them: Matthew was a successful business entrepreneur, and Daisy was a successful novelist with a publisher in New York as well as London.

I love you, dammit! I love you because you belong to me. I love you for taking care of me. For making me feel as if there is still some good left in me. Philippe was a better man than I'll ever be. God knows he deserved you more than I do. But he's gone now…and I need you." -Justin Vallerand

Someday I'm going to throw you across his back and ride off west with you...and you'll learn to make a coffee in a tin pot over a fire, and we'll sleep underneath a wagon and look out at the stars-

I tried to curl around him, holding him with my arching body. His mouth was slow and searching, the kisses hard at first, then loosening as if unraveling from their own heat. The pleasure thickened, hard flushes rising through me, bringing the desire to full-slip ripeness.