Quotes from Julia Quinn

She'd never been good with flowers, hadn't bothered to learn the names, but there was stalky white one, and a bit of purple, and something that was almost blue.

It was not his fault if she had misinterpreted his words and thought that he was physically unable to sire brats.

Something shriveled inside Daphne at that moment, and she was very much afraid it was her heart. She didn't know how she was meant to argue with such a statement. Simon's hatred of his father was clearly far stronger than any love he might learn to feel for her.

Instead of being forced to learn by rote and memorization, they had come up with all sorts of games and pneumonics.

The world needs more trees.

He'd spent years not really ever thinking about her unless she was standing in front of his face, and now she had permeated his every last thought. His every last desire. How had this happened? When had it happened?

and walked as if she were in a race-and why not? she always wondered. If one was going somewhere, what could possibly be the point in not getting there quickly?

Brother," George said with impressive gravity, "I am barely breathing.

He didn't want to talk about it, he didn't want listen to explanations.

except that Sir Lionel tended to forget the middle bits of the stories, and his "mots" weren't terribly "bon.

Maybe, Penelope had thought on more than one occasion, part of the reason she loved him was that he made her feel comfortable with herself.

You disapprove of everything about me." He stepped toward her, his hand tightening on her arm. "That is so far from the truth as to be laughable.

Penelope's insides suddenly felt very queer. This was why she shouldn't let whispers from Lady Danbury go to her head. She might manage daring and charm for a fleeting moment, but she had no idea how to follow through.

e-da-cious (adjective). Devoted to eating, voracious.

Knowing that their moments together would form a short poem and not a long and lusty novel.

En la vida de toda persona hay un momento crucial, decisivo. Un momento tan fundamental, tan fuerte y nítido que uno se siente como si le hubieran golpeado el pecho, dejándolo sin aliento. Y sabe, sabe con la más absoluta certeza, sin la menor sombra de duda, que su vida nunca volverá a ser igual.

It came to him in a startling flash. He missed her. He was here, in the same house, sleeping just three doors down, and he missed her. It was his own fault. He knew he'd been avoiding her. But what was he to do? He had kissed Billie, kissed her until he was nearly past the edge of reason, and now he was expected to make polite conversation with her at the breakfast table? In front of his mother ?

col-la-tion (noun). A light meal or repast.

And what the hell was he going to do with Daphne? He didn't want to hurt her, couldn't bear to hurt her, actually, and yet he was doomed to do so simply by marrying her. He burned for her, ached for the day when he could lay her down and cover her body with his, slowly entering her until she moaned his name—

Richard looked in horror at the piano. "Oh, no," Iris quickly assured him. "There will be no music. At least not that I know of. It's not a concert." Still, Richard's eyes widened with panic. Where was Winston and his little balls of cotton when he needed him? "You're frightening me, Miss Smythe-Smith.

Shall I get your coat?" She nodded. "Excellent choice," he murmured. "Will you wait here or accompany me to the hall?" She pried her teeth apart to say, "I'll come out to the hall." He took her arm and guided her to the door, leaning down to murmur, "Eager little thing, aren't we?" "Just get my coat," she ground out.

No," she continued in a louder voice, "means no.

It was agony," he whispered. She looked up, startled. He took her hand and kissed her palm. "Do you have any idea how hard it was to tell Freddie Coventry to go ahead and dance with you? What it felt like to watch him take your hand and whisper in your ear like he had a right to be near you?

Non. Chatmousse s'appelait Rhubarbe. Mais Edmund et toi aviez décidé que ce serait bien plus drôle de dire Rhumoustaches, et… — C'est vrai que Rhumoustaches est bien plus drôle. Georgie pinça les lèvres. Elle se retenait manifestement de rire. — Je veux dire, continua Nicholas, qui appelle « Rhubarbe » une créature vivante ?