Quotes from Julia Quinn

I keep waiting for the day in which everyone who loves 'Downton Abbey' will realize they were actually watching a historical romance novel.

You always get more respect when you don't have a happy ending.

Love's about finding the one person who makes your heart complete. Who makes you a better person than you ever dreamed you could be. Its about looking in the eyes of your wife and knowing all the way to your bones that she's simply the best person you've ever known.

She hated that she was still so desperate for a glimpse of him, but it had been this way for years.

I love you with everything I am, everything I've been, and everything I hope to be. I love you with my past, and I love you for my future. I love you for the children we'll have and for the years we'll have together. I love you for every one of my smiles and even more, for every one of your smiles.

Colin decided then and there that the female mind was a strange and incomprehensible organ - one which no man should even attempt to understand. There wasn't a woman alive who could go from point A to B without stopping at C, D, X, and 12 along the way.

Men are sheep. Where one goes, the rest will soon follow. -Lady Whistledown

To say that men can be bullheaded would be insulting to the bull.

Where is he? Bridgerton! he bellowed. Three chestnut heads swiveled in his direction. Simon stomped across the grass, murder in his eyes. I meant the idiot Bridgerton. That, I believe, Anthony said mildly, tilting his chin toward Colin, would refer to you.

James - Are you paying attention or just trying to make me look like an idoit? Elizabeth - Oh, I'm definately paying attention. If you look like an idiot it has nothing to do with me.

I can imagine no greater bliss than to lie about, reading novels all day.

Suddenly it was too hard to be in his presence, too painful to know that he would belong to someone else.

His mouth captured hers, trying to show her with his kiss what he was still learning to express in words. He loved her. He worshipped her. He'd walk across fire for her. He— —still had the audience of her three brothers. Slowly breaking the kiss, he turned his face to the side. Anthony, Benedict, and Colin were still standing in the foyer. Anthony was studying the ceiling, Benedict was pretending to inspect his fingernails, and Colin was staring quite shamelessly.

It suddenly made sense. Only twice in his life had he felt this inexplicable, almost mystical attraction to a woman. He'd thought it remarkable, to have found two, when in his heart he'd always believed there was only one perfect woman out there for him. His heart had been right. There was only one.

You have to live each hour as if it's your last and each day as if you were immortal. - Kate Sheffield

In every life there is a turning point. A moment so tremendous, so sharp and clear that one feels as if one's been hit in the chest, all the breath knocked out, and one knows, absolutely knows without the merest hint of a shadow of a doubt that one's life will never be the same.

Anthony Bridgerton leaned back in his leather chair,and then announced, I'm thinking about getting married. Benedict Bridgerton, who had been indulging in a habit his mother detested—tipping his chair drunkenly on the back two legs—fell over. Colin Bridgerton started to choke. Luckily for Colin, Benedict regained his seat with enough time to smack him soundly on the back, sending a green olive sailing across the table. It narrowly missed Anthony's ear.

Before she knew what she was about, she was jumping about like a crazy woman, yelling, "Yes! Yes! I win!" "You don't win," Anthony snapped. "Oh, it feels like I've won," she reveled.

I can't imagine a romance novel published today where the hero rapes the heroine and she falls in love with him.

Deep inside, she knew who she was, and that person was smart and kind and often even funny, but somehow her personality always got lost somewhere between her heart and her mouth, and she found herself saying the wrong thing or, more often, nothing at all.

She'd met Colin on a Monday. She'd kissed him on a Friday. Twelve years later. She sighed. It seemed fairly pathetic.

A man with charm is an entertaining thing, and a man with looks is, ofcourse, a sight to behold, but a man with honor - ah, he is the one, dear reader, to which young ladies should flock.

And if you say that's because you lot barged into her home like a herd of mentally deficient sheep, I'm disowning all three of you.

She had been born for this man, and she had spent so many years trying to accept the fact that he had been born for someone else...