Quotes from Julia Quinn

His heart had grown, and he'd thought it might burst. He loved her. Suddenly the world was a very simple place. He loved her, and that was all that mattered.

He caught one of her hands and turned his face into it, kissing her palm

by afternoon was lost in a sea of Russian idioms. Kogda rak na goryeh svistnyet = When the crawfish whistles on a mountain = When pigs fly. Sdelatz slona iz mukha = Make an elephant out of a fly = Make a mountain out of a molehill. S dokhlogo kozla i shersti klok = Even from the dead goat, even a piece of wool is worth something =

the first splats of raindrops began to dance against his face.

I'm quite used to a February chill (as well as that of any month with an R in its name)

She supposed she ought to adopt a brighter outlook and approach her new position with a more optimistic attitude, but drat it all, she wanted to be sullen just then.

Nothing is ever as complicated as it is in one's mind.

I love you with everything I am, everything I've been, and everything I hope to be." "Colin…" "I love you with my past, and I love you for my future." He bent forward and kissed her, once, softly, on the lips. "I love you for the children we'll have and for the years we'll have together. I love you for every one of my smiles, and even more, for every one of your smiles.

ar-is-tol-o-gy (noun). The art or "science" of dining

When his lips finally covered hers, he was not gentle. He was not cruel, but the pulse of his blood was too ragged, too urgent, and his kiss was that of a starving lover, not that of a gentle suitor.

Maybe this, then, was the definition of love. When you wanted someone, needed her, adored her still, even when you were utterly furious and quite ready to tie her to the bed just to keep her from going out and making more trouble.

I can live with you hating me," he said to the closed door. "I just can't live without you.

Violet sighed, loudly enough to regain his full attention. She looked tired, wistful. "I wish your father were here," she said. "You don't say that very often," he said quietly. "I always wish your father were here." She closed her eyes for a brief moment. "Always.

She quirked a smile. "Does he beg your pardon so very often?" "Not nearly as much as he should.

Beware a woman asking questions. You will never answer correctly.

Accidents. It was all about accidents. No scientist would admit to it, of course, but most great invention occurred while one was attempting to solve some other problem entirely

Intendo dedicare il resto della mia vita a renderti ogni giorno più felice del precedente.

Shall you tell him or shall I?" Billie said. George took a breath. "Well, now that is quite a story . . .

some invisible cord kept him rooted to the spot.

But when they were laughing together, just the two of them poking fun at some silly society rule, his eyes changed. They grew softer, gentler, more at ease. In her more fanciful moments, she almost thought they looked as if they were melting.

Sebastian regarded him with an expression that most would interpret as bored, but that Harry knew meant, You nodcock.

He was asleep, and probably still more than a little bit drunk, and she could do whatever she wanted with him.

unsuccessfully to concentrate on his work. Norwood, the only servant

when something happens to give you unease—well, you don't seem to know how to manage it. And you run. Or you decide it isn't worth it.