Quotes from Julia Quinn

Lucy," he whispered. She closed her eyes. "Be with me," he said. Slowly, she shook her head. "Please don't." He tugged her closer and pulled the candlestick from her slackening fingers. "Be with me, Lucy Abernathy. Be my love, be my wife.

Honoria sighed. "We can't do what we did last year." "I don't see why not," Sarah said. "I can't imagine anyone would recognize it from our interpretation

That sounded good," Daisy said with surprise. "It sounded like a fish vomiting," Sarah said into the piano. "A charming image," Honoria remarked. "I don't think fish do vomit," Daisy remarked, "and if they did, I don't think it would sound like—

I may not like performing in musicales, but I love rehearsing with the three of you." Her three cousins stared at her, momentarily nonplussed. "Don't you realize how lucky we are?" Honoria said. And then, when no one leapt to agree, she added, "To have each other?" "Couldn't we have each other over a game of cards?" Iris suggested.

What is there not to like about cupids?" "You don't find them rather dangerous?" "Chubby little babies?" "Carrying deadly weapons.

Honoria had a plan. It had come to her in church that morning. (The ladies went; the gentlemen somehow managed to get out of it.) It wasn't terribly complicated; she needed only a sunny day, a halfway acceptable sense of direction, and a shovel.

You should do that more often," he said. "Laugh, I mean." "I know." But that sounded sad, and she didn't want to be sad, so she added, "I don't often get to torture grown men, though." "Really?" he murmured. "I would think you do it all the time." She looked at him. "When you walk into a room," he said softly, "the air changes.

I suggest," Colin said, raising one brow into a perfectly debonair arch, "that we flee the scene.

Bridgerton," he grunted. Damn damn damn. Colin Bridgerton was the last person he wanted to see right now. Even the ghost of Napoleon, come down to slice a rapier through his gullet, would have been preferable.

It is of no concern. I don't mind that I am not universally adored. If I wanted everyone to like me, I'd have to be kind and charming and bland and boring all the time, and what would be the fun in that?

Mr. Bridgerton?" she asked softly. "Mr. Bridgerton!" Benedict's head jerked up violently. "What? What?" "You fell asleep." He blinked confusedly. "Is there a reason that's bad?" "You can't fall asleep in your clothing.

But the truth was that some things simply hurt too much. And there were some wounds that didn't heal, not even in ten years.

Do you live here?" Sophie asked dryly. "No," he said, plopping down into the chair next to her, "although my mother is constantly telling me to make myself right at home.

What are you doing here?"Lady Vickers asked, turning her frosty glare to Sebastian. "Exactly what you think, my lady," he said.

If I wanted Belle," he cut in, "I would have asked her to marry me." He pulled her more tightly against him. "Henry, I love you. I'd love you if you wore a sackcloth. I'd love you if you had a mustache." He paused and tweaked her nose. "Well, the mustache would be difficult. Please promise me you won't grow one.

Ti amo – le disse a voce bassa e ardente – Ti amo con tutto quello che sono, con tutto quello che sono stato e con tutto quello che spero di essere. – Colin… – Ti amo con il mio passato e ti amo per il mio futuro. – La baciò dolcemente sulle labbra – Ti amo per i figli che avremo e per gli anni che vivremo insieme. Ti amo con tutto me stesso e per ognuno dei miei sorrisi e, più ancora, per tutto ciò che sei e per ogni tuo sorriso.

The pig reached the assembly of servants, and the maids shrieked, running in every possible direction. Stunned by the sudden movement, the pig stopped, raised its snout; and let out a hellish squeal—and then another, and another, and... "Will you shut up!" Dunford commanded. The pig, sensing authority, didn't just shut up—it actually laid down.

In this light your eyes look almost purple. Like black raspberries.' Belle laughed softly. 'You must be in a state of perpetual hunger. You keep likening me to fruit.

They all turned to the dark-haired woman standing quietly to the side and slightly behind Aunt Charlotte. She was, in a word, gorgeous. Everything about her was perfection, from her shiny hair to her milky-white skin. Her face was heart-shaped, her lips full and pink, and her eyelashes were so long that Honoria thought they must touch her brows if she opened her eyes too wide. "Well," Honoria murmured to Iris, "at least no one will be looking at us.

Do you know what is nice about friendships as longstanding as ours?" Hyacinth interrupted. Felicity shook her head. "You won't take permanent offense when I turn my back and walk away." And then Hyacinth did just that.

Ellie fought the urge to stamp her foot. "I meant it this time. Do you accept my apology?" "It appears," he said, raising his eyebrows, "that you might do me bodily harm if I do not." "Ungracious prig," she muttered. "I am trying to apologize." "And I," he said, "am trying to accept.

he was struck again by that odd sense of somehow being more alive than he'd been just seconds earlier.

What do you say, Miss Lyndon? Shall we have a go at it?" " 'Shall we have a go at it?' " Ellie choked out. Really, this was not the proposal of her dreams.

He was a rogue and scoundrel, and probably a hundred other things as well, but he was her rogue and scoundrel, and she knew he possessed a heart as fine and true as any man she could ever hope to meet.