Quotes from Julia Quinn

There was a certain history to this. While heavily pregnant with Amelia, she had asked him if she was radiant or if she just looked like a waddling duck. He told her she'd looked like a radiant duck. This had not been the correct answer.

Shake, Newton.

Until you've lived through all that," he said, "don't you ever complain about what we have. Because to me... to me..." He choked on the words, but he barely paused before he continued. "This - us - is heaven. I can't bear to hear you say otherwise.

He stepped toward her, and her heart just ached from it. His face was so handsome, and so dear, and so perfectly wonderfully familiar. She knew the slope of his cheeks, and the exact shade of his eys, brownish near the iris, melting into green at the edge. And his mouth-she knew that mouth, the look of it, the feel of it. She knew his smile, and she knew his frown, and she knew- she knew far to much.

He looks like a man.' 'How descriptive,' Susan said in a droll tone. 'Remind me never to advise you to seek work as a novelist.

You should be thankful that dark colors suit you. Not everyone wears black well." "Why, Lady Olivia, is that a compliment?" "Not so much as a compliment to you as an insult to everyone else," she assured him. "Thanks heaven for that. I don't think I would know how to conduct myself in a world in which you offered compliments.

And if that weren't bad enough, the next sound he heard was a loud click. The damned woman had locked him out. She'd taken all the food and locked him out. "You'll pay for this!" he yelled at the door. "Do be quiet," came the muffled reply. "I'm eating.

I don't want to destroy your dreams.' 'They were never my dreams until I met you ... a dream you gave me.' 'That doesn't mean I can take it away.

Was it possible to fall in love with the same man over and over again, every single day?

I'm not a gentle pony... I promise you, you will have to work to keep your seat.

It was one of those things that had to be experienced to be understood

A man with charm is an entertaining thing, and a man with looks is, of course, a sight to behold, but a man with honour, ah, he is the one, dear reader, to which the young ladies should flock. - Lady Whistledown's society papers 2 May 1814

But she was already in. Gareth couldn't help but stand back in admiration. Hyacinth Bridgerton was clearly a natural born athlete. Either that or a cat burglar.

No one said we had to spend every waking moment together," he said, "but at the end of the day"-he leaned and kissed each of her eyebrows, in turn-"an most of the time during, there is no one I would rather see, no one whose voice I would rather hear, and no one whose mind I would rather explore.

I have friends who have children, and they have told me how remarkable it is to have a new life that is a piece of your own flesh anf blood. But I --" "I realized that I didn't love her because she was a piece of me, I loved her because she was a piece of you.

Don't look so upset," Hyacinth said, once it was just the two of them again. "You're quite a catch." He looked at her assessingly. "Is one meant to say such things quite so directly?" She shrugged. "Not to men one is trying to impress." "Touché, Miss Bridgerton." She sighed happily. "My three favorite words." Of that, he had no doubt.

When you walk into a room," he said softly, "the air changes.

She's my little sister. Mine to torture and mine to protect.

In his heart, she'd been smiling for him. But now she was smiling at Colin Bridgerton, he of the famous charm and sparkling green eyes.

Why do you joke about such things?" she snapped. He let his gaze land rather intently on hers. "When the alternative is despair, I generally prefer humor. Even if it is of the gallows variety.

My love has eyes blue as the sky. Her warm, bright smile makes me want to try To give her the world, And when she's curled Up in my arms where I can feel her touch, I realize again that I love her so much. My world has turned from black to white. Kissing in starlight, basking in sunlight, dancing at midnight.' ~John's poem for Belle

Above all else, be true to your heart. When you marry, whether it be a marquis or an estate manager (or both!), it will be for life. You must go where your heart leads and never forget that love is the most precious gift of all. Money and social status are poor substitutes for a warm, tender embrace, and there is little in life more fulfilling than the joy of loving and knowledge that you are loved in return.

Society is capricious and rewards the bad as often as the good. But it never rewards the quiet.

Thank you," she whispered, sending up a quick prayer for his continued recovery. "You're welcome," Marcus murmured. Honoria let out a little shriek of surprise, jumping back nearly a foot. "Sorry," he said, but he was laughing. It was quite the loveliest sound Honoria had ever heard. "I wasn't thanking you," she said pertly. "I know." He smiled