Quotes from Julia Quinn

There was little less appealing than being decisively contradicted while one was trying to make a grand point.

Everything was better with bacon. Life was better with bacon. "Elizabeth

A lady must have her own private reserve of secrets and strength," her grandmother continued. "Trust me." She took a sip of her drink, let out a contented exhale, and took another. "Once you are married you will understand what I mean.

Be grateful that I do not order you destroyed.

He wondered if everyone's lives had a dividing point. A moment which sat clearly between before and after.

Every now and then she'd see a fine lady in a gorgeous gown that fit her to perfection. Such women didn't have feet, Henry decided. They had rollers - virtually gliding along. And wherever they went, a dozen besotted men followed.

Isn't it nice to discover that we're not exactly what we thought we were?

Simon korkutucu bir görünüme bürünmek için,düÅŸünceli bir ÅŸekilde çenesini s?vazlad?. "Son derece rahats?z edici genç bir kad?ns?n?z,Bayan Bridgerton,bunu biliyor muydunuz?" Daphne ona bakarak hafifce gülümsedi. "ÇoÄŸu kiÅŸi beni iyi niyetli ve sevimli biri olarak tan?mlar." "ÇoÄŸu kiÅŸi," dedi Simon sertçe, "aptald?r!

From the moment I saw you trying to go over the wall, I have loved you desperately. I cannot breathe when you are not near. I love you, Charlotte.

He kissed her as if he could not get close enough, as if he could never get close enough. As if he would never let her go.

She absentmindedly twirled her fingers around a lock of her long, brown hair, one of her few concessions to vanity. It would have been more sensible to cut it short, but it was thick and soft, and Henry just couldn't bear to part with it. Besides, it was her habit to wind it around her fingers while she was thinking hard about a problem, as she was doing now.

Great love can make miracles.

You have half a husband, Charlotte. Half a life. I cannot give you the future you deserve. Not a full me. Not a full marriage. Only half. Half a man. Half a King. Half a life." "If what we have is half, then we shall make it the very best half. I love you. It is enough.

We are one crown. His weight is mine, and mine is his. One. Crown.

This girl – this woman – she was a wonder. She was going to change history. She already had.

He was her love, and he would always be her love.

Just George? Farmer George? Come. Hide from the heavens with me.

And her lips, he realized now that she wasn't hurling insults at him, were utter perfection, full and pink, and touched with just the right sort of curve. They seemed to tell a man that she knew things, that she knew how to laugh, and if he only laid down his soul for her, she would light up his world with a single smile. Sarah Pleinsworth. Good God, had he lost his mind?

Have you heard of la petite mort?" "The little death?" "It's what the French call it. A metaphor, I assure you. I have always thought it more an affirmation of life. Or perhaps a reason for living." And then, with all the wicked promise he felt in his soul, he looked up at her through his lashes and murmured, "Shall I show you?

And then, very sweetly, he kissed her. It tasted like the past. It tasted like her very heart.

But from the mocking curve of his smile, she was fairly certain she'd not been able to mask her first flash of surprise. "Forgive me," he said smoothly, and she shivered, because his voice -- it wasn't what she'd thought it would be. It sounded like the smell of brandy, and it felt like the taste of chocolate. And she wasn't so certain why she'd shivered, because now she felt rather warm.

He had never expected a title, never expected lands of his own or a household to go with them. His father had been a younger son of a younger son; God only knew how many Dunfords had had to die to put him in line for this inheritance.

There is nothing wrong with doubting yourself, Hermione. Marriage is an enormous undertaking. The biggest choice you will ever make in your life. Once it's done, you can't change your mind.

In every life there is a turning point. A moment so tremendous, so sharp and clear that one feels as if one's been hit in the chest, all the breath knocked out, and one knows, absolutely knows without the merest hint of a shadow of a doubt that one's life will never be the same.