Quotes from Julia Quinn

On the way over, however, it slid off the shovel and onto Henry's shoes. Pity, that. She whirled around. He waited for her to burst out with, "You did that on purpose!" but she kept silent, motionless except for a slight narrowing of her eyes. Then, with a flick of her ankle, the slop spattered onto his trousers. She smirked, waiting for him to say, "You did that on purpose!" but he also remained silent. Then he smiled at her, and she knew she was in trouble.

If this morning wasn't enjoyable, at least it was...shall we say...interesting, and my clothing was worth the sacrifice if it means we've reached a truce of sorts. I have no wish to be awakened before dawn next week only to be informed I have to single-handedly slaughter a cow." Her eyes widened. How did he know?

He tried not to notice that her hair was loose. He tried not to see that she was wearing her nightclothes. They were demure, yes, but still meant to be removed, and his gaze kept dipping to the silken hem, which brushed the top of her foot, allowing him a tantalizing peek at her toes. Good God, he was staring at her toes. Her /toes/. What had his life come to?

They marched back to the kitchen in silence, the only sound being Rufus's growl when Dunford tried to pet him. "Can a rabbit growl?" he asked, unable to believe his ears. "Obviously he can.

Do you have any idea how mortifying this is?' Her brothers stared at her, quite rightly, in Phillip's opinion, as if she'd gone mad. 'You lost the right,' Anthony bit off, 'to feel mortified, embarrassed, chagrined, or in fact any emotion other than blindingly stupid when you ran off without a word.

Simon winced as the man fought for words. He didn't appear to be stuttering so much as emotionally overcome, but it was never pleasant when one couldn't get a sentence out.

He loved her. He'd said it, and even though she couldn't quite believe it, she believed *him*.

Have you anything that is ready to wear today? I'd like nothing better than to be rid of that thing she has on now. You can use her measurements to fashion a few more." "I have one or two I could quickly alter to her size. In fact there is one right there." She pointed to a pale yellow day dress draped over a dressmaker's model. Dunford was just about to say that it would do when he saw Henry's face. She was staring at the dress like a starving woman.

I hope you will save me a dance.' 'Of course,' she said ... The other two ladies stood there, utterly still, eyes large and unblinking. It brought to mind a pair of ostriches, actually, and then Marcus realized what was expected of him. 'I hope you will all three save dances for me,' he said politely.

Is there something you wish to tell me?" Violet asked gently. Hyacinth shook her head. How did one share something such as this with one's mother? —Oh, yes, by the by and in case you're interested, it has recently come to my attention that my affianced husband asked me to marry him because he wished to infuriate his father. —Oh, and did I mention that I am no longer a virgin? No getting out of it now! No, that wasn't going to work

George, I will stand with you between the heavens and the earth. I will tell you where you are.

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

Ellie had a feeling he thought she was exaggerating. "I am not jesting. Yesterday she presented me with two lists. The first consisted of chores I must perform in addition to those I already do." "What, did she have you cleaning out the chimney?" Charles teased. "Yes!" Ellie burst out. "Yes, and it was not a joke!"

Don't settle. Know what you want and reach for it. And if you don't know what you want, be patient. The answers will come to you in time, and you may find that your heart's desire has been right under your nose all the while. And

I miss my dog." ... "What was his name again?" "Mouse." "That was very unkind of you." "Naming him mouse?" "Isn't he a greyhound?" "I could have named hum Turtle." "Frederick!"... "It's better than Frederic," Annabel said, "Good heavens, that's my brother's name.

if one read [Lady Whistledown's Society Papers] often enough, one could almost feel a part of London society without actually attending any balls.

Michael felt something tearing in his chest. His heart, probably, but he was growing so used to the feeling it was a wonder he still noticed it.

What happened?' 'He humiliated me.' 'Oh, my Lord, Belle. He didn't...' 'No. But I wish I had. Then he'd have to marry me, and I-' 'Belle, you don't know what you're saying.' 'I know exactly what I'm saying! Why is it that no one can credit me with the ability to know my own mind?

She looked so unbearably sad, and it wrecked him. "You love someone else," she whispered. Wait.... what? It took him a moment to realize he hasn't said it aloud. Has she gone mad? "What are you talking about?" "Billie Bridgerton. You're supposed to marry her. I don't think you remember, bu--" "I'm not in love with Billie," he interrupted

All—all right," she said, looking dubiously at the chair. "I—um, I need to change, though." "I'll just wait in the hall." He straightened his spine and walked from the room, deciding he was the noblest, most chivalrous, and possibly the most stupid man in all Britain.

No," he said hoarsely, "the chair will do just fine, thank you." "If I know you are uncomfortable, I shan't be able to sleep." She sounded remarkably like a damsel in distress. Dunford shuddered. He had never been able to resist playing hero. Slowly he got to his feet and walked to the empty side of the bed. How bad could it be?

Anyone who took the time to really look at Francesca's eyes would have realized that they were quite their own color. As if the sky could even compare.

Eloise, whose mouth was as sharp as Hyacinth's (though thankfully tempered by some discretion), had remarked that they had best get Hyacinth married off quickly or their mother was going to become an alcoholic. Lady Bridgerton had not appreciated the comment, although she privately thought it might be true.

It's bacon. How can anything in the world seem bleak when one is eating bacon?