Quotes from Lisa Kleypas

In the face of a love this vast, a man could only surrender.

You see, Eversby Priory is in good hands: yours. You've changed hundreds of lives for the better, including mine. Whatever the word is for a man who's done all that…it's not 'scapegrace.'" West paused. "My God, I can feel sincerity rising in my chest like a digestive disorder. I have to stop.

Because handsomeness is always accompanied by vanity. And I suppose ugliness is accompanied by a wealth of virtues?

Thank you," Emerson said, bowing his head and accepting the box with the tender hands of a parent holding a child. "I am indebted-" "Don't be.This doesn't mean I like you or your politics any better," Heath said gruffly.

Yes, something [book] to transport your mind from where and who and what you are. Everyone needs that. A time or two in my past, it seemed that a book was the only thing that stood between me and near insanity.

I'm not running away from my fears," I told Dane. "I'm running away from my relatives.

It is always more difficult for the people who swim against the current, Sophia

Now the line was drawn. Lucy had never thought that one of the fiercest battles of her life would be fought over a breakfast table, with quiet words carefully chosen.

Either you have two different colored eyes," he'd commented, "or I'm drunker than I thought." "Oh, you're as drunk as a fiddler," the man assured him pleasantly. "But yes, they're two different colors: I have heterochromia." "Is it catching?" West had asked. The stranger had grinned. "No, it was from a sock in the eye when I was twelve.

With one behind, you cannot sit on two horses.

He's a good man.He's staightforward and he knows exactly what he wants-" "Yes. You must favor your mother." She smiled reluctantly at the gentle taunt.

Don't do that with your fiance," Heath said. "He'll be asking where you learned it.

The world beyond the hidden garden vanished from her awareness. There was only this place, this patch of Eden, sunny and quiet and blazing with unearthly color. The mixed scents of lavender and warm male skin were all around her... too delicious... too compelling...

Marcus's fear that his wife might succumb to childbed fever receded day by day as Lillian returned to her old self, healthy and slender and vigorous. His relief was vast. He had never known such overwhelming love for one person, nor had he anticipated that Lillian would so quickly become his essential requirement for happiness. Anything that was in his power to do for Lillian would be done.

Annabelle moistened her dry lips. "You... you mustn't stare at me like that." Soft as the murmur was, he caught it. "With you here, nothing else is worth looking at.

I was..sorry that you had been in prison camp.." "A reassuring sentiment, coming from my wife. Anything else?

Holly's presence in their lives offered a kind of grace neither of them had ever known before. A reminder of innocence. 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.

And there were no rules for how to deal with the death of someone you loved. You had to accept that the loss would always stay with you, like a reminder note pinned to the inside of your jacket. But there were still opportunities for happiness. Even joy.

Alice's illness had turned her into the center of mass around which the rest of the family moved in anxious orbits, like unstable planets.

A toast to the engagement on your former fiance and your former best friend. Tell me, how hard did you have to grit your teeth?" As Lucy refused to answer, he laughed softly. "Forgive me. I don't mean to detract from your noble gesture.

It's one thing to spend an afternoon in bed with me," Christopher said darkly. "It's another to experience day-to-day life with a lunatic." "I know all about living with lunatics. I'm a Hathaway.

You have to keep taking chances on the wrong people till you find the right one.

Her younger sister was at ease with men in a way that Poppy could never manage. They seemed to adore Beatrix because she treated them as she did her wild creatures, gently humoring, showing patient interest.

So you actually need spectacles," Leo finally said. "Of course I do," Marks said crossly. "Why would I wear spectacles if I didn't need them?" "I thought they might be part of your disguise." "My disguise?" "Yes, Marks, disguise. A noun describing a means of concealing someone's identity. Often used by clowns and spies. And now apparently governesses. Good God, can anything be ordinary for my family