Quotes from Julia Quinn

They climbed up into the carriage and were on their way. Henry caught her bonnet on the doorframe as she was getting in, a circumstance which caused her to mutter most ungraciously under her breath. Dunford thought he heard her say, "Bloody bleeding blooming bonnet," but he couldn't be certain.

I'm sure you're already aware that you should never trust a gentleman who says you can trust him.

isn't patience a virtue?" "Absolutely not," Lady Danbury said emphatically, "and if you think so, you're less of a woman than I thought.

You have to say it," he said. "If you feel it, then you have to say it. I'm a greedy bastard, and I want it all." She looked up at him, her eyes bright. "I love you.

But he had saved her. That was irrefutable. Maybe it didn't really matter why he'd come to Phillip's party, only that he had, and he had saved her.

Not," Caroline had said, "that I disapprove of your moniker. It is simply that my husband's name is also Henry, and it's rather disconcerting for me to use it on a girl of your tender years." Henry had only smiled and told her that that was just fine. It had been so long since she had had a maternal figure that she would have been inclined to let Caroline call her Esmerelda if she so desired.

Ele se inclinou e deu um beijo de leve nos lábios dela. – Eu tenho você – murmurou –, e não vou desperdiçar nem um segundo que temos juntos. Os lábios de Kate se abriram num sorriso. – O que isso significa? – Significa que o amor não tem nada a ver com o medo de que tudo acabe, mas com encontrar alguém que o complete, que faça de você um ser humano melhor do que jamais sonhou ser.

He walked to the window, leaning heavily on the sill. "If this is to end, you will have to do it. You will have to walk away, Francesca. Because now . . . after everything . . . I'm just not strong enough to say goodbye.

Don't tell me you've been harboring secret fantasies about the farm laborers.' 'Of course not,' she said, 'although...' There was no way he was going to let those words trail off into oblivion. 'Although?' he prompted. She looked a bit sheepish. 'Well, they do look terribly...*elemental*...out there in the sun, toiling away.' He smiled. Slowly, like a man about to feast upon his dream come true.

Oh, go ahead and giggle," Lady Danbury sighed. "I've found that the only way to avoid parental frustration is to view him as a source of amusement.

How love feels," he clarified. "Do you think it could possibly be different for different people? If you loved someone, truly and deeply, wouldn't it feel like…like everything?

He wanted to laugh at the poetic justice of it all. After a couple of years of chasing after women and then a decade of having them chase after him, he'd finally been brought down by a slip of a girl, fresh out of Cornwall, whom he was honor-bound to protect.

He wasn't sure how it had come about, but her good opinion meant a great deal to him. Of course, he needed her approval in his much-neglected suit of Edwina, but there was more to it than that. She'd insulted him, she'd nearly dunked him in The Serpentine, she'd humiliated him at Pall Mall, and yet he craved her good opinion.

because he was quite certain it would be nearly impossible to live with her, but somehow he knew that it wouldn't be at all difficult to love her.

She was here, with him, and she felt like heaven. The soft scent of her hair, the slight taste of salt on her skin— she was, he thought, born to rest in the shelter of his arms. And he was born to hold her. -Benedict's thoughts about Sophie

He loved her. It was the strangest, most wonderful sensation. It was exhilarating. It was as if the world had suddenly become open to him. Clear. He understood. He understood everything he needed to know, and it was all right there in her eyes.

Everyone had spent so much time telling her that love was a thing of magic, something wild and uncontrollable that came like a thunderstorm. And now it was something else? It was just comfort? Something peaceful? Something that actually sounded nice?

Mother, I spoke to the duke. He understands that this is not a formal meal. And he specifically told me that he was looking forward to a change of pace. He has no family himself, so he has never experienced anything like a Bridgerton family dinner." "God help us." Violet's face went utterly pale.

She didn't want to be commended for knowing how to settle for second-best. That was like winning a prize for the prettiest shoes in a footrace. Irrelevant and not the point.

We have been studying the Isle of Man for geography,' Frances said glumly. 'The people are Manx. There are cats that are Manx. That's the only good thing about it. The word *Manx*.' Daniel could not even think of a comment. 'It ends in an x,' Frances explained, not that that cleared things up any. Daniel cleared his throat, deciding not to pursue the x-ish (x-ient? x-astic?) avenue of conversation.

She'd worn that color, or gray in its place, for three years now. And unrelenting black for a year before that. It had been a bit of a badge, she realized, a uniform of sorts. One never had to worry about who one was when one's clothing proclaimed it so loudly.

Watch over Honoria, will you? See she doesn't marry an idiot. (Daniel Smythe-Smith)

How many great mysteries are there in life, really?" No one answered, so Colin guessed, "Forty-two?" She

Even while he'd been gone, she'd always know he was /there/, sharing the same planet with her, walking the same earth.