Quotes from Julia Quinn

Lucy nodded dutifully, all the while making a mental list of all the places she would rather be. Paris, Venice, Greece, although weren't they at war? No matter. She would still rather be in Greece. (On the Way to the Wedding, Bridgertons #8, by Julia Quinn)

I wanted to skewer her with a stare, flay her with a frown, impale her with a—I say, what are you doing?" Charles would have answered her, but he was laughing so hard he was doubled over.

A misunderstanding?" Elizabeth echoed. "With an anvil?" "Oh, stop," Harriet admonished her. "I think he looks very dashing." "As if he dashed into an anvil.

He'd mesmerized her, held her soul captive. And she couldn't move. "Unless you want more than a dream," he said. She did. "Will you stay?" he whispered. "Or will you go?" She stayed. Heaven help her, she stayed. And Michael showed her just how romantic a library could be.

Hush up, minx. You're a funny one, but you're certainly more likable than unlikable.

Very well," he said with a small sigh. "Ladies today are so very capable. It breaks my hea rt, really." He leaned in, almost as if sharing a secret. "No one likes to feel superfluous." Grace just stared at him. "Rendered mute by my grace and charm," he said, stepping back to allow them to exit. "It happens all the time. Really, I shouldn"t be allowed near the ladies. I have such a vexing effect on you.

Well, I'll be," she said mischievously. "You might just be a nice person after all." "I'm hardly nice," he scoffed. "Perhaps, but you're hardly cruel, either." -Daphne & Simon

I'm home'', he said against her skin, and she realized it was the truth. ''I'm home, too''.

And that was when she finally allowed herself to cry. Funny how she could hold herself together, keep it all inside until she saw him. But now that he was here, all she could do was bury her face in the warmth of his chest, snuggle closer as his arms wrapped around her. As if somehow he could make all her problems go away by his presence alone.

Would you care to dance?" he blurted. "Now?" She smiled adorably. "Is there music?" There wasn't. It was some testament to how foolish in love he'd become that he did not even feel embarrassed.

He yawned again, this time very loudly, and lazily opened his eyes. "I'm sorry I woke you up," she said quickly. "Was I sleeping?" She nodded. "So there really is a God," he muttered.

This is why I didn't get married last year," she said to him. "I wouldn't be here to nurse you." She thought about that for a moment. "Of course, one could make the argument that you wouldn't be in this situation if not for me. But we're not going to dwell upon that.

We've been through nothing, you ridiculous man, but I suppose you may call me Daphne nonetheless." "Excellent." He nodded in a condescending manner. "You may call me 'your grace.

There was something about Miss Lyndon that made him glad she was on his side. Not that he thought she would make a vicious enemy, just that she seemed loyal, level-headed, and fair. And she had a wicked sense of humor. Just the sort of person a man would want standing beside him when he needed support.

What do you feel?" he asked. "Everything!" she said, laughing. "What do you hear?" "The music." Her eyes widened with excitement. "I hear the music as I've never heard it before." His hands tightened, and the space between them diminished by several inches. "What do you see?" he asked. Sophie stumbled, but she never took her eyes off his. "My soul," she whispered. "I see my very soul.

I don't think Henrietta suits anyone," she replied. Then she offered him her cheeky smile, and Alex saw in an instant why Dunford was falling like a rock for this girl. She had spirit, and although she didn't realize it yet, she had beauty, and Dunford didn't have a chance.

I believe I may kill you before the season is out," Sarah remarked in much the same tone she used when saying, I believe I shall have lemonade instead of tea.

It's just that when you agree to be mother to a child you haven't borne, your responsibility is twice as great. You must work even harder to ensure that child's happiness and welfare.

It is really quite remarkable," Sarah said, "that the two of you are sisters." "I marvel at it every day," Iris said flatly.

Lovely house," Jack said, as he was led—hands still bound—through the grand entrance of Belgrave. He turned to the old lady. "Did you decorate? It has that woman"s touch." Miss Eversleigh was trailing behind, but he could hear her choke back a bubble of laughter. "Oh, let it out, Miss Eversleigh," he called over his shoulder. "Much better for your constitution.

And so, on an otherwise unremarkable Friday afternoon, in the heart of Mayfair, in a quiet drawing room on Mount Street, Colin Bridgerton kissed Penelope Featherington.

Did you know I have always suspected that men were idiots," Daphne ground out, "but I was never positive until today.

His hand was on her arm, and he could feel her skin, feel the soft warmth of it, and then when he looked down, her face was tilted toward his, and her eyes, deep and blue but so completely unmysterious, were gazing up at him, and in truth there was no way—simply no way—he could do anything in that moment but kiss her. Anything else would have been a tragedy.

This letter is for both of you. I am so glad you have each other. The world is a kinder place when one's burdens can be shared.