Quotes from Georgette Heyer

How can you, Charles? When you must know that almost your only claim to fashion is being noticed by me!

You must remember that nothing is more wearisome than to be obliged to listen to stories about a set of persons one has never seen.

She bent again over her page. 'I do not think one would say that he is precisely handsome,' she wrote temperately, 'but his countenance is benevolent. His head is a queer shape, and he is inclined to corpulence.

Rot his black soul! fumed Rupert. The devil's in it now and no mistake. A horse, Fletcher, a horse! Horse sir? Burn it, would I want a cow? Horse, man, and quickly!

He took her face between his hands, staring down at her. She felt his fingers tremble slightly, and wondered what thoughts chased one another behind the trouble in his eyes. Suddenly his hands dropped to her shoulders, and thrust her away from him. 'No!' he said curtly.

Well, I've never written a line of poetry in my life: it is not my way! But if I *did* write about you I shouldn't call you a paltry daffodil! I should liken you to a rose--one of those yellow ones, with a deep golden heart, and a sweet scent! said Sir Bonamy, warming to the theme. Nonsense! she said briskly. You would be very much more likely to call me a plump partridge, or a Spanish fritter!

There is nothing blinder than a very young woman.

Of all the questions in the world I believe What are you thinking about? to be the most impertinent.

Julia stood for his youth, and the high hopes he had cherished; and although he might no longer yearn to possess her she would remain nostalgically dear to him while life endured. Yet

She opened her eyes very wide at

Deriving just as much pleasure as ever from a set of sports and pastimes which seemed to have been chosen by him with a view to causing his family the maximum amount of pain and anxiety.

It seems as though every joy that comes to one must have a grief to spoil it.' 'It is so, but think instead, dearest, that every grief has joy to lighten it. Nothing in this world is quite perfect, nor quite unbearable.

them incredible that so gentle and lovely a lady should hold no place in his heart or memory. They even indulged their fancies by supposing that his overt dislike of his elder son was caused by the secret pangs the sight of the fair boy, who was

The Hawkhurst Gang was a pernicious set of ruffians – smugglers, you understand – that held a rule of terror over the countryside when your grandfather was a boy. They committed every sort of atrocity, and were so strong in numbers – how many men was it they were able to muster within an hour, Father?''I forget,' returned his lordship shortly. 'Five hundred,' supplied Richmond. 'And they used to have regular battles with rival gangs!

Just because I cut a lark with that stiff-rumped Exciseman you seem to think I'm as good as rope-ripe!

steward and his housekeeper, both persons of sentiment, hoped that upon his death-bed he would remember her, and speak of her

but you have shown an unsteadiness of character, Sherry, a – a want of delicacy of principle which makes it impossible for me to accept your offer. I do not desire to give you pain, but the company you keep, your extravagance, the wildness of your conduct, must preclude any female of sensibility from bestowing her hand upon you.

Lady Barbara drove herself in a phaeton, with a tiger perched up behind;

At the end of the war I was shipped over to England and Dr. Strange—you've heard of him? He's a marvel—put me right.

us! In fact, I shouldn't relish it above

for a wife for some time – thirty at least, ain't he? – but if he has a veritable tendre for the girl, so much the better! It should fix his interest with

A la gente que empieza una frase con personalmente, y siempre son mujeres, deberían arrojarla a los leones. Es una costumbre repulsiva.

found little to say beyond the merest commonplace throughout supper, but this silence passed unnoticed in the spate of Lord Bridlington's

of the establishment, and was only