Quotes by Julia Quinn

And if that werent bad enough, the next sound he heard was a loud click.The damned woman had locked him out. Shed taken all the food and locked him out.Youll pay for this! he yelled at the door.Do be quiet, came the muffled reply. Im eating.

Elizabeth, you resemble nothing so much as a hen trying to hatch a book.

Im home, he said against her skin, and she realized it was the truth.Im home, too.

Darling, he said distractedly,about the moon...Yes?I dont think it matters whether you want it or not.What are you talking about? The moon. I think its yours.Victoria yawned, not bothering to open her eyes. Fine. im glad to have it.But-- Robert shook his head. He was growing fanciful. the moon didnt belong to his wife. It didnt follow her, protect her. It certainly didnt wink at anybody.But he stared out the window the rest of the way home, just in case

Maybe she was a wallflower. There was no shame in that. Especially not if one enjoyed being a wallflower.

Did you know I dream about your hair? I use to say it was the color of the sun at sunset, but Im wrong. Its brighter than the sun, just as you are.

I thought that I needed a church and hundreds of guests and music thatactually sounded like music, but I was wrong.What I needed was a drunken priest, irreverent guests, and a companionwho learned to play piano from a goat.Then you got exactly what you needed.I suppose so. But then again, all I really needed was you.

You should do that more often,” he said. “Laugh, I mean.”“I know.” But that sounded sad, and she didn’t want to be sad, so she added, “I don’t often get to torture grown men, though.”“Really?” he murmured. “I would think you do it all the time.”She looked at him.“When you walk into a room,” he said softly, “the air changes.

Love works in mysterious ways,

He smiled, and suddenly she knew that his words were true. Everything would be all right. Maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow, but soon. Tragedy couldnt coexist in a world with one of Colins smiles.

What are you smiling about?” she asked. He drew back a few inches, cupping her face with both hands. “How did you know I was smiling?” “I could feel it on my lips.” He brought a finger to those lips, tracing the outline, then running the edge of his fingernail along the plump skin. “You make me smile,” he whispered. “When you don’t make me want to scream, you make me smile.”-Sophie & Benedict

You stopped,” she whispered, looking surprised. “This isn’t the place,” he replied. For a moment her face showed no change of expression. Then, almost as if someone were pulling a shade over her face, horror dawned. It started in her eyes, which grew impossibly round and somehow even more green than usual, then it reached her mouth, her lips parting as a gasp of air rushed in. “I didn’t think,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “I know.” He smiled. “I know. I hate it when you think. It always ends badly for me.” “We can’t do this again.” “We certainly can’t do it here.” “No, I mean—” “You’re spoiling it.” “But—” “Humor me,” he said, “and let me believe the afternoon ended without your telling me this will never happen again.” “But—” He pressed a finger to her lips. “You’re not humoring me.” “But—” “Don’t I deserve this one little fantasy?” At last, he broke through. She smiled. “Good,” he said. “That’s more like it.” Her lips quivered, then, amazingly, her smile grew. “Excellent,” he murmured. “Now then, I’m going to leave. And you have only one task while I go. You will stay right here, and you will keep smiling. Because it breaks my heart to see any other expression on your face.” “You won’t be able to see me,” she pointed out. He touched her chin. “I’ll know.” And then, before her expression could change from that enchanting combination of shock and adoration, he left.-Sophie & Benedict

No words for the passion. No words for the need.No words for the sheer epiphany of the moment.And so, on an otherwise unremarkable Friday afternoon, in the heart of Mayfair, in a quiet drawing room on Mount Street, Colin Bridgerton kissed Penelope Featherington.And it was glorious.

Are you all right?” he asked Olivia. His heart was still racing with terror that she’d been hurt. “I heard a woman scream.”“Ah, that would have been me,” Sebastian said.Harry looked down on his cousin, face frozen in disbelief. “You made that noise?”“It hurt,” Sebastian bit off.Harry fought not to laugh. “You scream like a leettle girl.

To call that writing, madam, is an insult to quills and ink across the world.

I am going to kill you, he hissed.She gulped. Dont you want to lecture me first?He stared at her with a heavy dose of stupefaction.I take that back, he said with precisely clippedwords. First I am going to strangle you, and then I am going to kill you.Here? she asked doubtfully, looking around. Wont my dead body look suspicious in the morning?

Perriwickturned to Penelope as he set the tray down on a table. If I might be so bold, my lady-Perriwick! Blake roared. If I hear the phrase if I might be so bold one more time, as God is mywitness, Im going to toss you into the channel!Oh dear, Penelope said. Perhaps he does have the fever, after all.Perriwick , what do you think?The butler reached for Blakes forehead, only to have his hand nearly bitten off. Touch me and die,Blake snarled.

Sebastian,” Katarina said, turning to her nephew. “You’ve grown.” “It happens,” Sebastian quipped, flashing her his usual lopsided grin.“Goodness,” she said with smile, “you’ll be a danger to the ladies soon.”Harry very nearly rolled his eyes. Sebastian had already made conquests of nearly all the girls in the village near Hesslewhite. He must give off some sort of scent, because the females positively fell at his feet.It would have been appalling, except that the girls couldn’t all dance with Sebastian. And Harry was more than happy to be the nearest man standing when the smoke cleared.

This thing between them, this bond—it wasn’t just passion,and it wasn’t wicked.It was love, and it was divine.

I should thank you, she said.His lips stilled, and she felt him smile against his skin. For what?Everything, really. But mostly for being you