Quotes from Lisa Kleypas

Matthew was the only man who had ever wanted her just as she was.

Tom stopped in his tracks as he saw Cassandra approaching from the opposite end of the hallway. She was unspeakably pretty in a pink velvet dress with pulled-back skirts that followed the shape of her waist and hips. The front hem kicked up in a froth of of white silk ruffles with every footstep. His mouth went dry with excitement. His heart writhed and struggled like some live thing he'd just trapped inside a dresser drawer.

Holly, sweet darling, you can't possibly think I'm going to let you go." He gathered her against him, besieging her with kisses.

You are an interesting woman, Amelia." Gooseflesh rose wherever his breath touched. "I can't f-fathom why you would think so." His playful mouth traced the wing of her brow. "I find you thoroughly, deeply interesting. I want to open you like a book and read every page.

Troubled are they who want the world, troubled are they who have it.

Justice may be blind but it loves the sound of money.

Men are foul, brutish creatures. But they own the world and always will…my brother liked the situation as it was - he had the best of everything without lifting a finger. Mother gave him whatever he wanted. And the selfish pig didn't mind sacrificing me to keep himself comfortable. He was a man, you see. So I became a whore. And for years I prayed for rescue. But God doesn't hear the prayers of women. He cares only for those He made in His own image.

It's none of your concern about how I lead my life or who pays for it. I don't care about your opinions, and you have no right to force them on me.

There are mysteries in your soul that will take a lifetime to uncover . . . and I want to know every one of them.

But one wrong half turn of a steering wheel, one patch of wet road, one out of control moment, and the amount of life measured out to Victoria Nolan had run cruelly short.

There are three things that everyone expects of an aristocrat," the valet replied, tugging firmly at the pig's collar. "A country house, and a weak chin, and eccentricity.

Shock is a merciful condition. It allows you to get through disaster with a necessary distance between you and your feelings, so you can get things done.

How did your meeting go?" "The lease is signed," he said, going to pour a glass of wine for himself at the sideboard. "Did he agree to your terms?" "The most important ones." "Congratulations," she said sincerely. "I had no doubt that you would prevail." Devon smiled. "I had more than a few doubts. Severin is infinitely more experienced at business. However, I tried to compensate with pure stubbornness.

There is nothing wrong with being an ordinary person, is there?" "No. But you're not ordinary- or you never would have come to me instead of marrying cousin Eustace." "I was desperate." "That wasn't the entire reason." His low voice sounded like a purr. "You also had a taste for the devil.

Dressed in a lemon-colored gown made of cashmere, with sleeves of a silk so thin it was referred to by dressmakers as peau de papillon , or "butterfly skin," Lily was breathtakingly beautiful.

Severin is infinitely more experienced at business. However, I tried to compensate with pure stubbornness.

I'm not as innocent as you might think. I'm very well read.

It's no crime to be ambitious, particularly when you've started with nothing.

Desire," he said, "is always better motivation than fear. Remember that, Quincy.

I'll find a cottage in the country, where she and I will live off the income from my jointure." Turning from the fireplace, Devon gave her a narrow-eyed glance. "How do I fit into your future plans?" A hostile silence followed. "I really don't think I should be here," West said to the ceiling.

As far as being self-centered, you have no way of knowing how much I've done, if anything, for other people.

About what?" "Being led around by the nose by your wife." That drew a wry grin from Hunt, and he shook his head. "If my wife does lead me around, Westcliff, it's by an altogether different body part. And no, I have no regrets whatsoever.

The village of Gretna Green lay in the county of Dumfriesshire, just north of the border between England and Scotland. In defiance of the strict marriage laws of England, hundreds of couples had traveled the coaching road from London, through Carlisle, to Gretna Green. They came on foot, by carriage or horseback, seeking an asylum, where they could say their marriage vows and return to England as man and wife.

Mrs. Church settled a blanket over him and told the footmen, "Take him up to the master bedroom. Softly…no jostling. Treat him as if he were a newborn babe." After counting in unison, the footmen lifted the stretcher. "A babe that weighs fourteen stone," one of them grunted. Mrs. Church tried to look stern, but the corners of her eyes crinkled briefly. "Mind your tongue, David.