Quotes from Julia Quinn

He knew that her eyes were made up of dozens of shades of brown, with that one enchanting circle of green constantly daring him to take a closer look, to see if it was really there or just a figment of his imagination.

Eloiseis getting married as well." "Eloise?" Michael asked with some surprise. "Was she even being courted by anyone?" "No," Francesca said, quickly flipping to the third sheet of her mother"s letter. "It"s someone she"s never met." "Well, I imagine she"s met him now," Michael said in a dry voice.

The ranks of society are once again filled with Ambitious Mamas, whose only aim is to see their Darling Daughters married off to Determined Bachelors

Annabel looked down. Her hands were shaking. She couldn't do this. Not yet. She couldn't face the man she'd kissed who happened to be the heir to the man she didn't want to kiss but whos she probably was going to marry. Oh yes, and she could not forget that if she did marry the man she didn't want to kiss, she was likely to provide him with a new heir, thus cutting off the man she did want to kiss.

Be careful what you wish for,her mind thundered.

Miranda was nineteen. Her experience with men consisted of Winston and himself. Both of whom had heretofore been brotherly figures. The poor girl must be confused as hell. Winston had suddenly decided that she was Venus, Queen Elizabeth, and the Virgin Mary all rolled into one,and Turner had all but forced himself on her. Not exactly an average day in the life of a young country miss

Children," Lady Bridgerton said with a sigh as she retook her seat. "I am never quite certain if I'm glad I had them.

Oh, Elizabeth," he murmured, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on her mouth, "I love you so much. You must believe me." "I believe you," she said softly, "because in your eyes, I see what I feel in my heart.

He made her miserable!" Benedict protested. "As her brothers, it's our duty to--" "Respect her intelligence enough to let her solve her own problems," Violet snapped.

Elizabeth, you resemble nothing so much as a hen trying to hatch a book.

Click. The door swung open. "Three," James said with a slightly self-satisfied smile. "Well done," Caroline said. He smiled back at her. "I've never met a woman or a lock that didn't love me.

His leg throbbed, but his heart felt lighter, and for the first time in years, the world seemed to be filled with possibility. "I love you," he said. And he thought to himself, That makes five. Five times he'd said it. It wasn't nearly enough. "And I love you." She bent down and kissed his leg. He touched his face and felt tears. He hadn't realized he was crying. "I love you," he said again.

He was a puzzle. And Hyacinth hated puzzles. Well, no, in truth she loved them. Provided, of course, that she solved them.

I love you," he said, and it felt as if the whole world settled into place when he finally told her. "I love you, and I cannot bear the thought of a moment without you. I want you at my side and in my bed. I want you to bear my children, and I want every bloody person in the world to know that you are mine.

I'll talk to my mother," she promised. "If I'm sufficiently annoying, I'm sure I can get the engagement period cut in half." "It makes me wonder," he said. "As your future husband, should I be concerned by your use of the phrase if I'm sufficiently annoying?" "Not if you accede to all of my wishes." "A sentence that concerns me even more," he murmured. She did nothing but smile.

Be strong. Be diligent. Be conscientious. There is never anything to be gained by taking the easy road.

He looked down at the first entry. 2 MARCH1810 Today I fell in love. A tear welled up in his eye. "Me too, my love. Me too.

Stirlings of old had been so damned besotted with their newfound earldom that they couldn't think to put any other name on anything...It was a wonder he didn't drink Kilmartin Tea and sit on a Kilmartin-style chair. In fact, he probably would be doing just that if his grandmother had found a way to manage it without actually taking the family into trade.

Rehearsels, actually." "Rehearsals?" "For the-" Oh,no. "-musicale." The Smythe-Smith musical.It finished off what the Crusades had begun.There wasn't a man alive who could maintain a romantic thought when faced with the memory-or the threat-of a Smythe-Smith musicale.

Daniel immediately knelt at her side, pulling her close. "It's all right," he murmured. "Everything is going to be all right." Anne shook her head. "No, it's not." She looked up, her eyes shining with love. "It's going to be so much better.

He had to kiss her. He had to. It was as basic and elemental as his breath, his blood, his very soul. And when he did... The earth stopped spinning. The birds stopped singing. Everything in the world came to a halt, everything but him and her and the feather-light kiss that connected them.

He felt a bit like Romeo to her Juliet, minus the feuding families and poison. And with pigeons.

Look at me," John gasped. "I cannot remember the last time I allowed myself to be so happy. I smile all day long without knowing why. I climbed a bloody tree, vaulted through your window, and here I am—laughing.It's the middle of the night, and yet here I am with you. Dancing at midnight, holding perfection in my arms." -John Blackwood to Arabella Blydon

It was those eyes as much as anything that had earned him his reputation as a man to be reckoned with. When he stared at a person, clear and unwavering, men grew uncomfortable. Women positively shivered.