Quotes from Julia Quinn

There was a huge difference between dislike and disregard.

No one said we had to spend every waking moment together, but at the end of the day and most of the time during, there is no one I would rather see, no one whose voice I would rather hear, and no one whose mind I would rather explore. I love you, Hyacinth Bridgerton. And I always will.

As far as bad ideas went, this stole the prize.

Michael wondered what the legal ramifications were for strangling a knight of the realm. Surely nothing he couldn"t live with.

Yes." She sighed again, with even more drama, not that Gregory would have imagined it possible. "It is all so romantic," she added. "The bride, the groom…" "Both are considered standard in the ceremony, I understand." His mother shot him a peevish look. "How could I have raised a son who is so unromantic?" Gregory decided there could not possibly be an answer to that.

You'll lose your audience and then where will we be? We have future gray-eyed babies to feed, you know.

This was killing her. She had to break the silence. This was not natural. It was too awful. People were meant to talk.

she could not bear to let someone else perform a task when she could do it better herself.

Is what worth it?' He let go of her hand just long enough to wave at the crowd. 'This. This endless parade of parties' ... She fell silent for a moment, her eyes taking on a faraway look as she said, 'But yes, I suppose it is worth it. It has to be worth it ... I want a husband. I want a family. It's not so silly when you think about it. I'm fourth of eight children. All I know are large families. I shouldn't know how to exist outside of one.

He touched her cheek, and he looked into her eyes. He saw his whole world there

What part of his being hunched over a sheaf of papers was so interesting to her? Because that was all he had been doing all week. Perhaps he ought to liven up the spectacle. Really, it would be the kind thing to do. She had to be bored silly. He could jump on his desk and sing. Take a bite of food and pretend to choke. What would she do, then? Now that would be an interesting moral dilemma.

All of this presupposes that I have set my sights on a single male.' Susan's eyes bugged out. 'You certainly cannot set your signs on a married man!' 'I meant a particular man,' Elizabeth retorted, swatting her sister on the shoulder.

Because if he looked like he was unaffected by her smile, then she would not realize that, in actuality, he was in an utter panic because somewhere deep down inside he'd realized that his life had just changed forever.

Most people would have probably lost count around seven. This was, Harry knew from his extensive reading on logic and arithmetic, the largest number that most people could visually appreciate. Put seven dots on a page, and most people can take a quick glance and declare, "Seven." Switch to eight, and the majority of humanity was lost.

Forget Romeo and Juliet. This was much closer to The Taming of the Shrew.

All three men looked at the woman in the doorway, but they all saw different things. Alex saw a rather attractive young lady with a remarkable air of vitality in her silver eyes. John saw the woman he'd come to like and admire tremendously this past week, looking rather fetching and grown-up in her new gown and coiffure. Dunford saw an angel.

I'm glad you liked the journal,' he said. 'It was lovely,' she said in soft, faraway kind of voice. 'Very lovely, and...' She looked away, blushing. 'You're going to think I'm silly.' 'Never,' he promised. 'Well, I think one of the reasons I enjoyed it so much is that I could somehow feel that *you'd* enjoyed writing it.

It seems silly now, but I was so worried you weren't the perfect man of my dreams." "No one is perfect," he said quietly. "I know." She leaned over and planted an impulsive kiss on his cheek. "You're the imperfect man of my heart, and that's even better.

what a sad pair we are," she said. "Surely we can manage a conversation on a topic other than our respective terrible evenings.

I don't know why people persist in believing women are inferior, when it is quite clear that men are the more feeble-minded of the two.

He took her hand and squeezed. "Do I look a mess?" she asked. He nodded. "But you're my mess," he whispered. And he was very glad for that.

Standing still is always more tiring than walking

Raw toast," Lucas said grimly, shaking his head. "It goes against the very nature of man.

Blake looked around and gulped. He'd forgotten about the mess on the floor. Chamber pot shards, his shaving kit, a towel or two... "I... ah..." It seemed to him that it was far easier to lie for the sake of national security than it was to his older sister. "Is that a bar of soap stuck to the wall?" Penelope asked. "Um... yes, it appears to be.