Quotes from Julia Quinn

I had a feeling you'd like that," he said with a satisfied grin. "Why do I feel it . . . everywhere?" "Everywhere?" he murmured. His fingers moved between her legs. "Or here?" "Everywhere," she said breathlessly, "but there most of all.

Grace-" He scowled, then laughed. "What the devil is your middle name?" "Catriona." she whispered. "Grace Catriona Eversleigh," he said, loud and sure, "I love you.

I never thought I would be left behind." He chuckled. "Eloise Bridgerton, I don't think anyone wouldever make the mistake of leaving you behind.

How delightful! Dunford had just come into an unexpected inheritance. She rather hoped it was something good. One of her friends had just unwillingly inherited thirty-seven cats.

His brows rose. "And how is it that you have come to be such an expert on scrapes and bruises?" "I'm a governess," she said. Because really, that ought to be explanation enough.

Full lips are better for kissing.

Neither one of you is going to kill, maim, attack, or even hug the other for at least thirty minutes.

But when he said he couldn't shoot, it just seemed to make an odd sort of sense to tell him that Hermione couldn't dance. It fit, really. Men were supposed to shoot, and women were supposed to dance, and trusty best friends were supposed to keep their foolish mouths shut. Clearly, all three of them needed a bit of instruction.

Maybe she was a wallflower. There was no shame in that. Especially not if one enjoyed being a wallflower.

Alex finally turned around and noticed that there were three women in the room. He quickly swept his eyes over them, taking in their comfortable position. As his gaze settled on Emma, she lifted her teacup to her lips and took a sip. "My, my," he drawled, "aren't we the best of friends?" All three women shot him irritated glances. Alex looked a trifle disgruntled at their collective unfavorable response to his presence.

The Smythe-Smith musicale. Thankfully, it came around just once per year, because Hyacinth was quite certain it would take a full twelve months for her ears to recover.

Let it be said, Marcus thought dryly,that nothing cooled a man's ardor like the Crusades.

Oakley won't," the duke said. She turned and blinked. "I beg your pardon." "Lord Oakley. He won't forget to find us rooms. I've known him for years. The only thing that is making this bearable is that he must be dying inside over all this." "You don't like him?" "On the contrary. I've long considered him a friend. It's why I enjoy his misery so much.

So when the weather wasn't too overbearingly hot he tucked her arm in the crook of his elbow, and they walked about town, running errands and asking questions. And falling in love

I want you. I want you now, in every way a man can want a woman.

He was always dependable, she realized. She was usually too busy being irritated by him to notice.

It wasn't one of my favorite boots," Marcus said, trying to cheer Miss Royle up. She looked as if someone had decapitated a puppy.

All I meant to say is that a rake's humor has its basis in cruelty. He needs a victim, for he cannot imagine ever laughing at himself. You, your grace, are rather clever with the self-deprecating remark.

It was simple. His world was Kate. If he denied that, he might as well stop breathing right now.

A gentleman might have stopped then. She had climaxed, and she was still a virgin, and he was probably a beast for wanting to make love to her fully, but he simply couldn't...not. She was his. But not, he was coming to realize, quite as much as he was hers.

Good," Colin muttered, taking a bite. "I'm famished." "How can you think of food?" Gregory said angrily. "I always think of food," Colin replied, his eyes searching the table until he located the butter. "What else is there?" "Your wife," Benedict drawled.

Good choice dancing with this one...I've always liked her. More brains than the rest of her family put together. ~ Lady Danbury to Colin Bridgerton

She looked out over the crowd, murmuring, "I wonder if there are any gentlemen here who might be willing to marry me before Wednesday

Love was the best present of all...