Quotes from Julia Quinn

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

And then, well . . . He might have slept for a bit. He rather hoped he was sleeping, because he was quite certain he'd seen a six-foot rabbit hopping through his bedchamber, and if that wasn't a dream, they were all in very big trouble. Although really, it wasn't the rabbit that was so dangerous as much as the giant carrot he was swinging about like a mace. That carrot would feed an entire village.

Michael nodded tersely, eyeing a table across the room. It was empty. So empty. So joyfully, blessedly empty. He could picture himself a very happy man at that table. "Not feeling very conversational this evening, are we?" Colin asked, breaking into his (admittedly tame) fantasies.

Every unmarried man is looking for a wife. They just don't always know it.

Daphne felt something wild and wicked take hold. "Let's walk in the garden," she said softly. "We can't." "We must." "We can't.

Isn't it nice," the older lady said, leaning in so that only Penelope could hear her words, "to discover that we're not exactly what we thought we were?" 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.

Miss. My. Wife.

Thou Shalt Not Covet Thy Cousin"s Wife. Moses must have forgotten to write that one down

When you smile it takes up half your face.' 'Simon!' she exclaimed. 'That sounds horrible.' 'It's enchanting.' 'Distorted.' 'Desirable.

You are always looking at people like this." And then she made a face, one he couldn't possibly begin to describe. "If I ever look like that," he said dryly, "precisely like that, to be more precise, I give you leave to shoot me.

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

As his hands moved to his trousers, he saw that she was pulling the bedsheets over her. "Don't," he said, barely recognizing his own voice. Her eyes met his, and he said, "I'll be your blanket".

He ought to buy her a new dress. She would never accept it, of course, but maybe if her current garments were accidentally burned... ...But how could he manage to burn her dress? She'd have to not be wearing it, and that posed a certain challenge in and of itself...

Caroline stamped her foot in frustration, but when it landed, it landed on something considerably less flat than the floor. "Owww!" he yelled. Oh! His foot!Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry , she mouthed.I didn't mean it. "If you think I can understand that," he growled, "you're crazier than I'd originally thought.

Just be quiet and accept the praise.

Of course none of those men was suitable. Half were after your fortune, and as for the other half—well, you would have reduced them to tears within a month." "Such tenderness for your youngest child," Hyacinth muttered. "It quite undoes me.

Don't settle. Know what you want and reach for it. And if you don't know what you want, be patient. The answers will come to you in time, and you may find that your heart s desire has been right under your nose all the while.

Besides," he said breezily, "were it not for misunderstandings, we would be sadly lacking in great literature." She looked at him questioningly. "Where would Romeo and Juliet be?" "Alive.

Turner let his face fell into his hands. "I'm never going to touch her again", he moaned. "He's never going to touch me again!" they heard Miranda roar. "Well,it doesn't look like you'll have much argument from your wife on that point", Olivia chirped.

It was strange, to find a woman who could make him happy just with her mere presence. He didn't even have to see her, or hear her voice, or even smell her scent. He just had to know that she was there.

I was told once that the most important part of a fight is making sure your opponent looks worse than you do when you're through.

He loved her. He wanted her. He needed her. And he needed her now.

Don't tell me your name. It's likely to awaken my conscience, and that's the last thing we want.

Oh, very well, do you want to know why I really think you should keep a journal?" She nodded. "Because someday you're going to grow into yourself, and you will be as beautiful as you already are smart.