Quotes from Georgette Heyer

God knows I'm no saint, but I don't think I'm more of a sinner than any other man.

I daresay Freddy might not be a great hand at slaying dragons- but one has not the smallest need of a man who can kill dragons!

I can't imagine what possessed you to propose to me." "Well that will give you something to puzzle over any time you can't sleep.

Léonie, you will do well to consider. You are not the first woman in my life." She smiled through her tears. "Monseigneur, I would so much rather be the last woman than the first," she said.

Léonie, you will do well to consider. You are not the first woman in my life. She smiled through her tears. Monseigneur, I would so much rather be the last woman than the first," she said.

Depend upon it, you are just the sort of girl a man would be glad to have for his sister! You don't even know how to swoon, and I daresay if you tried you would make wretched work of it, for all you have is common sense, and of what use is that, pray?

M'sieur, I am as a slave to my wife. He kissed the tips of his fingers. I am as the dirt beneath her feet. He clasped his hands. I must bestow on her all that she desires, or die! Pray make use of my sword, invited his Grace. It is in the corner behind you.

Randall laid his hand on Stella's, but only to remove it from his sleeve. My precious, you really must have some regard for my clothes, he said with gentle reproach. Much as I love you, I cannot permit you to maul this particular coat.

Talking to you is like -- like talking to an eel! No, is it? I've never tried to talk to an eel. Isn't it as waste of time? Not such a waste of time as talking to you!

Is it not unsupportable to be held down to a canter when you long to gallop for miles?

I think myself I ought to be shot for writing such nonsense .... But it's unquestionably good escapist literature and I think I should rather like it if I were sitting in an air-raid shelter or recovering from flu. [As quoted in Jane Aiken Hodge, The Private World of Georgette Heyer (p. xii).]

How very awkward places we do choose in which to propose to one another!' remarked Mr. Beaumaris.

My dear girl, you don't consent to an abduction! You consent to an elopement, and I knew you wouldn't do that.

O God, I love you to the edge of madness, Venetia, but I'm not mad yet--not so mad that I don't know how disastrous it might be to you--to us both! You don't realize what an advantage I should be taking of your innocence!

I don't know how it is...but you seem to think me something wonderful, and indeed, I am not.

His attention caught, her companion raised his eyes from the book which lay open beside him on the table and directed them upon her in a look of aloof enquiry. 'What's that? Did you say something to me, Venetia?' 'Yes, love,' responded his sister cheerfully, 'but it wasn't of the least consequence, and in any event I answered for you. You would be astonished, I daresay, if you knew what interesting conversations I enjoy with myself.

Fair Fatality, you are the most unusual female I have encountered in all my thirty-eight years! You can't think how deeply flattered I am! she assured him. I daresay my head would be quite turned if I didn't suspect that amongst so many a dozen or so may have slipped from your memory.

People who start a sentence with personally (and they're always women) ought to be thrown to the lions. It's a repulsive habit.

I don't know what you may have seen fit to tell her, Venetia, but so far as I understand it you could think of nothing better to do than to beguile her with some farrago about wishing Damerel to strew rose-leaves for you to walk on! Damerel, who had resumed his seat, had been staring moodily into the fire, but at these words he looked up quickly. Rose-leaves? His eyes went to Venetia's face, wickedly quizzing her. But my dear girl, at this season? Be quiet, you wretch! she said, blushing.

She succumbed to the eternal feminine passion for bargains.

You don't feel you could marry me instead? Got no brains, of course, and I ain't a handsome fellow, like Jack, but I love you. Don't think I could ever love anyone else.

Then Frederica went towards him, holding out her hand, and he raised his eyes from Felix's eager countenance, and smiled at her, causing Mr. Moreton to suffer a shock. It was not at all the sort of smile with which his lordship beguiled his flirts, but something warmer and more intimate. Good God! mentally ejaculated Mr. Moreton. Sits the wind in that quarter?

My house seems remarkably full of people, he observed. Is it possible we were expected.

Has no one ever told you that it is the height of impropriety to kiss any gentleman, unless you have the intention of accompanying him immediately to the altar?