Quotes by Lisa Kleypas

Marcuss fear that his wife might succumb to childbed fever receded day by day as Lillian returned to her old self, healthy and slender and vigorous. His relief was vast. He had never known such overwhelming love for one person, nor had he anticipated that Lillian would so quickly become his essential requirement for happiness. Anything that was in his power to do for Lillian would be done.

For thousands of nights I dreamed of making love to you. No man on earth has ever hated sunrise as I do.

I didnt want to give you the one last part of myself that I couldnt take back. And then you were gone... And I realized it was already yours. It had been since the beginning. Except that I hadnt told you. It drove me mad, the thought that you would never know.

He shook his head, staring at her like a condemned man who beheld the face of his executioner. Aline, he whispered, Do you know what hell is?Yes. Her eyes overflowed. Trying to exist with your heart living somewhere outside your body.No. Its knowing that you have so little faith in my love, you would have condemned me to a lifetime of agony. His face contorted suddenly. To something worse than death.

You deserve someone better than me. Someone young and idealistic…someone who can experience things for the first time along with you. Im not always kind, and I have more faults than Id care to name. All I can promise is that Ill want you until my last breath.

Clinging to him desperately, Sara kept her mouth at his ear. Listen to me. All she could do was play her last card. Her voice trembled with emotion. You cant change the truth. You can act as though youre deaf and blind, you can walk away from me forever, but the truth will still be there, and you cant make it go away. I love you. She felt an involuntary tremor run through him. I love you, she repeated. Dont lie to either of us by pretending youre leaving for my good. All youll do is deny us both a chance at happiness. Ill long for you every day and night, but at least my conscience will be clear. I havent held anything back from you, out of fear or pride or stubbornness. She felt the incredible tautness of his muscles, as if he were carved from marble. For once have the strength not to walk away,she whispered. Stay with me. Let me love you, Derek.

Ill follow you to the next life if I have to, he whispered harshly in her ear. Youll never be free of me. Ill chase you through heaven and hell and beyond. He continued to whisper without stopping while his hands gripped her body close to his. You stay with me, Holly, he muttered savagely. Dont do this to me. You stay, damn you.

I never want to be apart from you,” he said. “I’m going to buy an island and take you there. A ship will come once a month with supplies. The rest of the time it will be just the two of us, wearing leaves and eating exotic fruit and making love on the beach . . .”You’d start a produce export business and organize a local economy within a month,” she said flatly.Harry groaned as he recognized the truth of it. “God. Why do you tolerate me?”Poppy grinned and slid her arms around his neck. “I like the side benefits,” she told him. “And really, it’s only fair since you tolerate me.

I don’t want to be a widow, I don’t want Michael Bayning, and I don’t want you to joke about such things, you tactless clodpole!”As all three of them stared at her openmouthed, Poppy leapt up and stalked away, her hands drawn into fists.Bewildered by the immediate force of her fury—it was like being stung by a butterfly—Harry stared after her dumbly. After a moment, he asked the first coherent thought that came to him. “Did she just say she doesn’t want Bayning?”“Yes,” Win said, a smile hovering on her lips. “That’s what she said. Go after her, Harry.”Every cell in Harry’s body longed to comply. Except that he had the feeling of standing on the edge of a cliff, with one ill-chosen word likely to send him over. He gave Poppy’s sister a desperate glance. “What should I say?”“Be honest with her about your feelings,” Win suggested.A frown settled on Harry’s face as he considered that. “What’s my second option?

So you actually need spectacles,” Leo finally said.“Of course I do,” Marks said crossly. “Why would I wear spectacles if I didn’t need them?”“I thought they might be part of your disguise.”“My disguise?”“Yes, Marks, disguise. A noun describing a means of concealing someone’s identity. Often used by clowns and spies. And now apparently governesses. Good God, can anything be ordinary for my family?

You don’t annoy me.” Carefully he rebuttoned the placket of her shirt. “I thought you did, at first. But now I realize it was more like the feeling you get when your foot’s been asleep. And when you start moving, the blood coming back into it is uncomfortable . . . but also good. Do you understand what I mean?”“Yes. I make your feet tingle.”A smile came to his lips. “Among other things.

Beatrix, do you know what happens to girls who ask such naughty questions?”“They’re ravished in haylofts?” she inquired hopefully.

Marriage would change hardly anything between us, except that we would end our arguments in a much more satisfying way. And of course I would have extensive legal rights over your body, your property, and all your individual freedoms, but I dont see whats so alarming about that.

...whether he stayed or left, whether they walked the same path or not. They could live on opposite sides of the world, and she would still be his.

Cam held her closer. Marry me, Amelia. Youre what I want. Youre my fate. One hand slid to the back of her head, gripping the braids and ribbons to keep her mouth upturned. Say yes. He nibbled at her lips, licked at them, opened them. He kissed her until she writhed in his arms, her pulse racing. Say it, Amelia, and save me from ever having to spend a night with another woman. Ill sleep indoors. Ill get a haircut. God help me, I think Id even carry a pocket watch if it pleased you.

And then to Leo’s surprise, Catherine smiled at him. A sweet, natural, brilliant smile, the first she had ever given him. Leo felt his chest tighten, and he went hot all over, as if some euphoric drug had gone straight to his nervous system.It felt like … happiness.He remembered happiness from a long time ago. He didn’t want to feel it. And yet the giddy warmth kept washing over him for no reason whatsoever.“Thank you,” Catherine said, the smile still hovering on her lips. “That is kind of you, my lord. But I will never dance with you.”Which, of course, made it the goal of Leo’s life.

But Harry . . . even if we had met and married three years ago, you’d still say it wasn’t enough time.”“You’re right. I can’t think of a single day of my life that wouldn’t have been improved with you in it.”“Darling,” she whispered, her fingertips coming up to stroke his jaw, “that’s lovely. Even more romantic than comparing me to watch parts.”Harry nipped at her finger. “Are you mocking me?”“Not at all,” Poppy said, smiling. “I know how you feel about gears and mechanisms.

Cat doesn’t have to work. She’s a woman of independent means. I settled enough money on her to allow her the freedom to do anything she wished. She went to boarding school for four years, and stayed to teach for another two. Eventually she came to me and said she’d accepted a position as a governess for the Hathaway family. I believe you were in France with Win at the time. Cat went for the interview, Cam and Amelia liked her, Beatrix and Poppy clearly needed her, and no one seemed inclined to question her lack of experience.”“Of course not,” Leo said acidly. “My family would never bother with something so insignificant as job experience. I’m sure they started the interview by asking what her favorite color was.

But no one can predict of a certainty what will happen. And none of it will change how I intend to spend the rest of my life. I will live it on my terms. And you... you can have all of me or nothing. I wont be an invalid any longer. Not even if it means losing you.

He uttered a curse that startled her with its foulness, and gripped her head between his hands, forcing her to stare at him. His voice was savage. For twelve years I have been in constant torment, wanting you in my arms and believing it would never be possible. I want you for a thousand reasons other than your legs, and...no, damn it, I want you for no reason at all, other than the fact that youre you. I want to shove myself deep inside you and stay for hours...days...weeks. I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses...the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life...to lie in your arms as I take my last breath.