Quotes from Julia Quinn

You have to live each hour as if it's your last

I am asking you to marry me because I love you," he said, "because I cannot imagine living my life without you. I want to see your face in the morning, and then at night, and a hundred times in between. I want to grow old with you, I want to laugh with you, and I want to sigh to my friends about how managing you are, all the while secretly knowing I am the luckiest man in town.

Thank you," she whispered. Thank you? He went still. It was exactly the wrong thing to say. He didn't want to be thanked for his kiss.

Je peux supporter votre haine, dit-il à la porte close, mais certainement pas votre absence.

Edmund..." "That's Mr. Bridgerton to you." "So formal?" "Only because it means I get to call you Mrs. Bridgerton." It was remarkable, how he could make her so ridiculously happy with a single sentence.

Since George was a child he had led the Rokesby family with a firm but fair hand. He was a pillar; he was strength.

hated that she'd allowed him to make her feel small.

this was poetry, this was music. This was love.

It was the sort of kiss that seduced with subtlety, sent tingles through her body and left her desperate for more.

A few minutes later they were ensconced in his landau, the canopy pulled up tight.

Ce n'était pas un baiser, c'était… le paradis.

knew well the singularly strange sensation of loving one's family to distraction, and yet not feeling quite able to share one's deepest and most intractable fears.

Horace slapped her back, and a week later, Cecilia left for New York. The journey had taken five weeks—more than enough time for Cecilia to second- and third-guess her decision. But she truly did not know what else she could have done. She wasn't sure why Horace was so dead-set on marrying her when he had a good chance of inheriting Marswell anyway.

There is nothing in this world more precious than love.

My children never disappoint me," she said softly. "They merely . . . astonish me. I believe I like it that way.

It had started with a smile, a word, a teasing glance. Every second he had spent in her presence it had grown, until he'd reached this moment, and he suddenly knew. He loved her.

Don't be silly. I don't even know the man. And if I did, I would probably run in the opposite direction. He is exactly the sort of man the two of us should avoid at all costs. He could probably seduce an iceberg.

But this was Penelope, and even though Eloise was her very best friend, and thus her finest champion, even she couldn't imagine that a man of Colin's reputation and popularity would be interested in a woman of Penelope's reputation and (lack of) popularity.

Before I met you I was only half-alive.

And then one day, everything changed. It was funny, he reflected later, how one's life could alter in an instant, how one minute everything could be a certain way, and the next it's simply…not.

You must make a change. Choose a new course." "Indeed." Maybe there would be sandwiches. He could eat about forty of those ridiculous little ones with the crusts cut off right then.

Nothing had the power to irritate like the reflection of one's own behavior in someone else.

And then she walked away, leaving Penelope wondering if maybe she wasn't quite what she'd thought she was. Maybe—just maybe—she was something a little bit more.

And then he made haste out the door, making his way to his greenhouse, where he could be alone with his nonspeaking, nonmisbehaving, nonmeddlesome plants.