Quotes from Julia Quinn

He was just . . . George. And she loved him. She loved him, and—OH DEAR GOD, SHE HAD JUST STOPPED HIM FROM ASKING HER TO MARRY HIM. What had she done? And more importantly, how could she undo it?

At any rate," she prattled on, awkwardness making her words run together, "I really can't get up to get my clothing, and my dressing gown appears to be just out of reach. I'm not exactly certain how this is so, but it is, so perhaps you ought to get up first, as I've already seen you—" "Henry?" "Yes?" "Shut up.

Her brown eyes, wise and warm and undeniably perceptive, focused on his. For one split moment he had the bizarre thought that she somehow knew everything about him, from the moment of his birth to his certainty of his own death. It seemed, in that second, with her face tipped up toward his and her lips slightly parted, that she, more than anyone else who would ever walk this earth, truly knew him. It was thrilling. But more than that, it was terrifying.

He poked her shoulder. 'Ellie? Ellie?' 'What? Oh, I'm sorry.' Her face colored, even though she knew he couldn't possibly read her thoughts. 'Just woolgathering.' 'Darling, you were practically hugging a sheep.

tumbling to the ground. "Didja…didja hafta open it so…so fast?" he mumbled.

I love you," he whispered. "In all my life, its been only you.

It was just a book. An inanimate object. The only power it held was what she chose to give it. It could only be important in her life if she made it such. Of course, that didn't explain why she half expected it to glow in the dark every time she peered into her satchel.

I would give the world to have one more person for whom I would lay down my life," he said. And then Hyacinth realized that some things did come in a flash. And there were some things one simply knew without possessing the ability to explain them. Because in that moment she knew that she was going to marry this man. No one else would do.

Kate-nek voltak bizonyos alapelvei, és ezek közé tartozott az is, hogy csukott ajtóval ne vitatkozzon.

Mysterious creatures, women. If they could just learn to say what they meant, the world would be a far simpler place.

You invited me.' 'Eh?' 'Your sister. By extension, you.' 'Will our sisters ever not be, by extension, us?

Do you really think anyone saves our programs from one year to the next?" Sarah asked. "My mother does," Daisy said. "So does mine," Sarah answered, "but it's not as if she pulls them out and compares them side by side." "My mother does," Daisy said again. "Dear God," Iris moaned.

It has no piano part," Honoria reminded her. "I have no objection," Sarah said quickly. From behind the piano.

The weather is fine,' she said after a moment. 'Have we already run out of things to say?' His voice was light and teasing, and when she turned to steal a glance at his face, he was looking straight ahead, a small, secret smile touching his lips. 'The weather is very fine,' she amended. His smile deepened. So did hers.

Colin leaned forward. "I really did not want to leave my wife.

Something without the cello," she muttered. "If I have to do it, you have to do it," Sarah said with a smirk. Iris glared at her with all the fury of a misunderstood artist. "You don't understand." "Oh, believe me, I do," Sarah said with great feeling. "I played last year, if you recall. I've had an entire year to understand.

Why is everyone complaining?" Daisy asked impatiently. "This is exciting! We get to perform. Do you know how long I have been waiting for this day?" "Unfortunately, yes," Sarah said flatly. "About as long as I have been dreading it," Iris muttered.

She shrugged. "I'm surprised your mother didn't inform you of my presence. Or Belle. She has spoken about you a great deal." His eyes narrowed as his heart sank. "You've become friendly with Belle?" He saw all his hopes for a flirtation with this girl going up in smoke.

You make me smile.

He's an idiot," Harry said again. "One who doesn't deserve to lick your feet. You'll thank me someday." "I have no intention of allowing him to lick me anywhere," she retorted, then turned utterly red when she realized what she's said.

Why waste romance on a love that would never be returned?

you seemed far too familiar with violence. It was too easy for you. The way you drew your gun ... You'd had far too much experience with it." He leaned forward, his eyes burning into hers. "What I felt in that moment was far from familiar. It was rage, Elizabeth, pure and primitive, and quite unlike anything that's ever before coursed through my veins.

He took a step toward her, his clothing slipping from his fingers. 'There has been a terrible mistake.' 'Yes, there has,' she said, her entire body shaking with emotion. 'I was mistaken to think I could ever be enough of a woman to please you, to ever think that I could learn what it means to be anyone else but me.

He was discovering that may be there was more him than his name. And may be, when all was said and done, he'd still be whole.