Quotes from Lisa Kleypas

you don't believe in marriage ..." " I changed my mind. I figured out the flaw in my reasoning. I told you it was more romantic not to get married, because then you just stay with each other for the good times. But I was wrong. It only means something when you stay during the bad times. For better or worse.

He stared at her steadily. "If we were eating Gypsy-style, sitting before a fire, I would offer you the choicest bites of meat. The soft inside of the bread. The sweetest sections of fruit.

The only thing Beatrix knows about being circumspect is how to spell it.

one isn't improved by being at the top of the mountain, one is improved by the climb.

I'll help you catch up with the mowers if you'll show me how to do that." The farmer glanced at West's tailored clothes. "You're not dressed for field work, sir." "I insist," West said, shrugging out of his jacket and handing it to Kathleen. "With any luck, I'll develop a callus to show people afterward.

Never be afraid to hope," Rohan said gently. "It's the only way to begin.

I'll be damned if I have to win her approval before making decisions about my estate." "Unlike either of us, she has a conscience. It won't hurt you at all to hear her opinion. Especially since she happens to be right." "You just said you agreed with my position!" "From a practical standpoint. Morally, Kathleen is right.

He forced himself to face the truth. The fact was, Amelia was his, whether he stayed or left, whether they walked the same path or not. They could live on opposite sides of the world, and she would still be his. The Roma half of him had seen that from the beginning. And it was that side of himself he would listen to.

I don't believe in love," he said. "It's a sugar-coated pill—the first taste is tolerable enough, but you quickly reach the bitter layers beneath.

Marks, in case you hadn't noticed, other servants don't snap out orders to their masters. So if you don't mind-" "You're not my master," she had the never to say, glaring insolently at him. Oh, I'd like to be, Leo thought in a quick, angry flush of arousal...

I shouldn't let you go with Dashiell and Barksby," he said. "You'll be the only woman there. I don't like it." "Oh, it's all very circumspect. They're both gentlemen, and I'm—" "Spoken for," he had said curtly. "By me." Her heart beat a little faster. "Yes, I know," she admitted without looking at him.

The purpose of the latest series of intellectual meetings, which were held in various parlors in Concord, was to talk about Reconstruction with objectivity, sensibility, and a lack of prejudice. As everyone had expected, the meetings were far from objective, seldom sensible, and never unprejudiced.

You need a man who will match your will, own you, occupy every part of your body and every corner of your soul.

You wouldn't have left had it been me on the foundry floor—" "I knew you were going to say that," he said in savage disgust. "Of course I wouldn't have left you. I'm the man. A man is supposed to protect his wife.

Of all the Hathaways, Poppy was the one Catherine had always felt the most comfortable with. Poppy was a warm and talkative young woman who loved order and routine. Hers was an essentially sunny and accepting nature, providing a necessary balance to Harry's driven intensity.

Taking a rosy crest into his mouth, he sucked lightly, ran his tongue over it, until she relaxed beneath him and began to moan. Cam couldn't stop from moving then, forgetting everything but the need to push deeper into the gently gripping flesh, the warm limbs curving around him, the sweet panting mouth beneath his. He whispered compulsively against her lips... one word, over and over, the ecstasy crowning higher every time. " Mandis... mandis..." Mine.

The fourteen-year-old boys, Ashton and Augustus, were the youngest offspring of Mr. and Mrs. Simon Hunt, who had been close friends to the Challons since before Phoebe had been born.

Lucy waited patiently, knowing that he did want to talk, or he wouldn't have put on such a performance when he came in. Heath's door slamming was always an announcement that a conversation was in order.

Writing books about whores... I'll bet you newer... joined giblets wiv a man in your lily-white life.' Dr. Hindley and Worthy began to reprove him, but Sara smiled quizzically. ' "Joined giblets?" ...I've never heard it put that way before.

The Blue Vanda hadn't sickened in Winterborne's care...it had thrived.

You think he should turn to dairying and livestock," Kathleen said. "It would be easier and more profitable than trying to farm lowland clay." "You may be right," she told him ruefully. "But in this part of England, breeding livestock is not considered as respectable as working the land." "What the devil is the difference? Either way, one ends up shoveling manure.

Would it help," he asked gently, "to have a shoulder to cry on?" She fought to conceal how much the question unnerved her. "Thank you, but no." Carefully she dropped the herbs into the kettle. "Crying is a waste of time." "' To weep is to make less the depth of grief.'" "Is that a Romany saying?" "Shakespeare.

He kissed like a man who had lived too fast, learned too late, and had finally found the thing he wanted.

That was an accident," Mr. Ravenel said over her head, breathing hard. "Yes," Phoebe said dazedly, "I understand." "The book was falling … I was reaching for it, and … your lips were in the way.