Quotes from Julia Quinn

It isn't gossip," Hyacinth retorted. "It's the honest dissemination of information.

He did things to her, she realized. Strange, shivery things that left her breathless. He need only to look at her—not in his usual, conversational way, but to really look at her, to let his eyes settle on hers, deeply blue and insightful, and she felt naked, her soul bared.

He'd tried caring before. It had nearly destroyed him.

Was the world populated with blind men, or merely stupid ones?

means that love isn't about being afraid that it will all be snatched away. Love's about finding the one person who makes your heart complete, who makes you a better person than you ever dreamed you could be. It's about looking in the eyes of your wife and knowing, all the way to your bones, that she's simply the best person you've ever known.

She didn't like to think she was so shallow that a mere dress could make her happy, but she had to concede that it gave her a new sense of self-confidence.

Why why why was he being such an ass?

There were a thousand ways to make an idiot of oneself, with new opportunities arising every day. It was exhausting trying to avoid them all.

You did make a few odd noises when we rounded the corner on the second landing, but no, you were most definitely unconscious." "Odd noises?" Belle's expression turned sheepish. "Well, actually it might have had something to do with the fact that you crashed into the end-post when we turned the corner." Emma's eyes opened wide.

That's all he said?' Mrs. Royle demanded. 'He's not one for lengthy explanations,' Honoria said. 'Powerful men do not explain their actions,' Cecily announced dramatically.

It isn't wisdom to repeat platitudes." "It is wisdom to know which ones bear repeating.

You married into the family. You have to love me. It's a contractual obligation.

Of course. The team on your carriage was beautiful. They are yours, aren't they?" He ignored her and walked ahead until his foot connected with soft mushy ground. "Shit," he muttered. "Exactly." He glared at her, thinking himself a saint for not going for her throat.

you may tell your husband that if he so much as touches a hair on my fiancés head, I shall personally see to it that his liver is extracted through his mouth.

He ground his teeth and slapped some slop down into a pile. The stench was beyond overwhelming. "I thought you said pigs are clean." "Cleaner than people usually think, but not as clean as you and I." She looked at his messy boots, amusement dancing in her gray eyes. "Well, usually.

He smiled. Her stomach felt strange. She tried to smile back. She really should be going. So naturally, she did not move.

Her eyes were oceans, two oceans of - Good God, he thought disgustedly. No wonder his sister hated her. He'd been in her presence for less than a minute, and already he'd gone completely stupid.

She won't know how to fulfill the duties of a noblewoman.' 'She is quite bright. And one could find no fault with her manners. She has received a gentle education. I am certain she will make an excellent countess.' Robert's expression softened. 'Her very nature will bring honor to our name.

Idiots. The world was populated with idiots. She'd long since learned the truth of that, along with the depressing fact that there was very little she could do about it.

He sighed, wondering how his life had been turned upside down by this woman in less than forty-eight hours. Correction: by this woman, a pig, and a rabbit.

The way he had always tried to tell her he loved her when she least expected it.

How did you explain that some people were special? That they were somehow more than everyone else?

Tonight I am transformed," she whispered. "Tomorrow I shall disappear." Benedict drew her close and dropped the softest, most fleeting of kisses onto her brow. "Then we must pack a lifetime into this very night.

She could not be tamed. It would be a crime to even try.