Quotes from Julia Quinn

when he called her Anne, it was the first time she felt as if the name was truly hers.

Colin was still working on his food, having somehow managed to charm the servants into bringing him a bowl of soup. He'd set down his spoon, though, and was presently examining his other hand, idly flexing each finger in turn, murmuring a word as each pointed out toward Phillip. "Miss. My. Wife." "Bloody hell," Phillip finally burst out. "If you're going to break my legs, would you just go ahead and do it now?

He wasn't certain how this woman had come to mean so much to him. It seemed that one day she was a stranger, and the next she was as indispensable as air. And yet it hadn't happened in a blinding flash. It had been a slow, sneaky process, quietly coloring his emotions until he realized that without her, his life lacked all meaning. -Benedict's thoughts about Sophie

The slanted light of dawn was rippling through the windowpane, and Miss Anne Sainsbury was huddled beneath her thin blanket, wondering, as she often did, where she would find money for her next meal." That was really good. Even he wanted to know what happened to Miss Sainsbury, and he was making it up.

Daisy said boldly. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained." "Yes, but it is a wise man who understands his limits." "Who said that?" Daisy asked. "I did," Honoria answered impatiently

Tarryton did so, but not before saying, "I wouldn't be surprised if Billington came up to scratch on this gel." "Billington, Farnsworth, and a few others," Alex said with his most affable smile. "Ashbourne?" Dunford's voice was colder than ice. "Dunford?" "Shut up.

I should love to see a ground-glass blue ocean

It was going to be embarrassing regardless of what music they chose, but Honoria didn't have the heart to say it to her face. On the other hand, whichever piece they performed, they would surely butcher it past recognition. Could a difficult piece played badly be that much worse than a slightly less difficult piece played badly?

Consanguinity has never seemed to be one of your prerequisites for plain speaking." "Touché," she returned, giving him a single nod of approval. "I was merely pointing out that you are quite stealthy in your good humor. This I applaud wholeheartedly." "I am aquiver with glee.

she'd once read a poem that said the unexpected moment was always sweeter.

Sometimes . . ." Anthony said in a halting voice, "sometimes there are reasons for our fears that we can't quite explain. Sometimes it's just something we feel in our bones, something we know to be true, but would sound foolish to anyone else." -Anthony to Kate

He wasn't sure how he ought to feel about this. On the other hand . . . boiled meat!

She hadn't expected the world to be handed to her upon a golden platter, but she'd always assumed that if she worked hard enough for something, treated everyone the way she would like to be treated, then she would be rewarded.

Our world is filled with meaningless conversations. It is an honour to participate in one that is not.

It occurred to Anthony that when she wasn't arguing with him, Kate Sheffield might bloody well be the finest woman in England.

Dizem que uma pessoa inteligente aprende com os seus erros (...), mas uma pessoa verdadeiramente inteligente aprende com os erros dos outros.

Laugh. Laugh out loud, and laugh often. And when circumstances call for silence, turn your laugh into a smile.

You don't understand how fragile life is. You don't realize that the thread breaks between one moment and the next.

Places I Would Rather Be, Edition 1821 By Lady Olivia Bevelstoke France With Miranda With Miranda in France In bed with a cup of chocolate and a newspaper Anywhere with a cup of chocolate and a newspaper Anywhere with either with a cup of chocolate or a newspaper

Five years with the dowager - Good God, she ought to be given a title in her own right as a penance for such as that. No one had done more for England.

Tea?" Daniel asked, signaling to the innkeeper. "Please. Or anything that is hot." She pulled off her gloves, pausing to frown at a little hole that was growing at the tip of her right forefinger. That wouldn't do. She needed all the dignity she could muster in that finger. Heaven knew she shook it at the girls often enough.

Ella pareció indecisa, de modo que le tironeó la mano, acercándola más, no más de una pulgada, pero en cierto modo tuvo la impresión de que ella estaba a sólo la distancia de un beso.

Buck up, man," Simon grunted, grabbing him by the collar. "This is getting embarrassing." He turned to Daphne. "I'm going to have to take him outside now. We can't leave him here in the hall. He's liable to start moaning like a sickened cow—" "I rather thought he'd already started," Daphne said. Simon felt one corner of his mouth twist up in a reluctant smile.

And in that moment, she knew she loved him. With every thought, every emotion, every piece of her being, she loved him.