Quotes by Lisa Kleypas

The first time you went out, you became mixed up with a group of radical political terrorists.”“That could have happened to anyone!

You’re not worried about being compromised, are you?” he asked. “Because I’ve already done that.

A book had always been a door to another world... a world much more interesting and fantastical than reality. But she had finally discovered that life could be even more wonderful than fantasy.And that love could fill the real world with magic.

Books were everywhere, lined neatly on shelves that went from floor to ceiling. The ceiling was two stories high, with an upper balcony that provided access to a second-floor gallery. The dazzling array f red, gold, green, and brown bindings was a feast for the eyes, while the wonderful smells of vellum, parchment, and pungent leather almost caused Amanda to salivate. An exquisite waft of tea leaves lingered in the air. For anyone who enjoyed the pursuit of reading, this place surely was paradise.

Books were everywhere, lined neatly on shelves that went from floor to ceiling. The ceiling was two stories high, with an upper balcony that provided access to a second-floor gallery. The dazzling array of red, gold, green, and brown bindings was a feast for the eyes, while the wonderful smells of vellum, parchment, and pungent leather almost caused Amanda to salivate. An exquisite waft of tea leaves lingered in the air. For anyone who enjoyed the pursuit of reading, this place surely was paradise.

A poor man needs the escape far more than a wealthy man does.Escape, Amanda repeated, having never heard a book described in such a way.Yes, something to transport your mind from where and who and what you are. Everyone needs that. A time or two in my past, it seemed that a book was the only thing that stood between me and near insanity. I-He stopped suddenly, and Amanda realized that he had not meant to make such a confession. The room became uncomfortably quiet, with only the jaunty snap of the fire to intrude on the silence. Amanda felt as if the air were throbbing with some unexpressed emotion. She wanted to tell him that she understood exactly what he meant, that she, too, had experienced the utter deliverance that words on a page could provide. There had been times of desolation in her own life, and books had been her only pleasure.

They took Daisy to the orangery, where warm autumn light glittered through the windows, and the scents of citrus and bay hung thick in the air. Removing Daisys heavy orange-blossom wreath and veil, Lillian set them aside on a chair.There was a silver tray on a nearby table, laden with a bottle of chilled champagne and four tall crystal glasses.This is a special toast for you, dear, Lillian said, while Annabelle poured the sparkling liquid and handed the glasses out. To your happy ending. Since youve had to wait for it longer than the rest of us, Id say you deserve the entire bottle. She grinned. But were going to share it with you anyway.Daisy curved her fingers around the crystal stem. It should be a toast for all of us, she said. After all, three years ago we had the worst marriage prospects imaginable. We couldnt even get an invitation to dance. And look how well things turned out.All it t-took was some devious behavior and a few scandals here and there, Evie said with a smile.And friendship, Annabelle added.To friendship, Lillian said, her voice suddenly husky.And their four glasses clicked in one perfect moment.

And although I appreciated their kindness more than they would ever know, its a fact that friends last longer the less you use them.

Hell was not a pit of fire and brimstone. Hell was waking up alone, the sheets wet with your tears and your seed, knowing the woman you had dreamed of would never come back to you.

... He didnt know how to say good-bye. His throat ached from the strain of holding back his emotions. “I dont want to leave you,” he said humbly, reaching for her cold, stiff hands.Emma lowered her head, her tears falling freely. “Ill never see you again, will I?”He shook his head. “Not in this lifetime,” he said hoarsely.She pulled her hands away and wrapped her arms around his neck. He felt her wet lashes brush his cheek. “Then Ill wait a hundred years,” she whispered. “Or a thousand, if I must. Remember that, Nikki. Ill be waiting for you to come to me.

Seduction is merely encouraging a man to do something he already wants to do.

Getting to a higher spiritual level is like increasing your credit score. You get a lot more points for sinning and repenting than if you have no credit history at all.

No marriage stays in the same pattern forever. It is both the best feature of marriage and the worst, that it inevitably changes.

He looked like a fallen angel, replete with all the dangerous male beauty that Lucifer could devise.

It was a kiss to level mountains and shake stars from the sky. It was a kiss to make angels faint and demons weep...a passionate, demanding, soul-searing kiss that nearly knocked the earth off its axis.

You shouldnt be shy, he told her. Id give my soul for a glimpse of you without your clothes.Dont joke about that.About seeing you naked? I wasnt joking.Your soul, Helen said earnestly. Its too important.

I’ve lowered my character with a great deal of unwholesome reading material.

Poppy took a deep, appreciative breath. “How bracing,” she said. “I wonder what makes the country air smell so different?” “It could be the pig farm we just passed,” Leo muttered. Beatrix, who had been reading from a pamphlet describing the south of England, said cheerfully, “Hampshire is known for its exceptional pigs. They’re fed on acorns and beechnut mast from the forest, and it makes the bacon quite lovely. And there’s an annual sausage competition!” He gave her a sour look. “Splendid. I certainly hope we haven’t missed it.” Win, who had been reading from a thick tome about Hampshire and its environs, volunteered, “The history of Ramsay House is impressive.” “Our house is in a history book?” Beatrix asked in delight. “It’s only a small paragraph,” Win said from behind the book, “but yes, Ramsay House is mentioned. Of course, it’s nothing compared to our neighbor, the Earl of Westcliff, whose estate features one of the finest country homes in England. It dwarfs ours by comparison. And the earl’s family has been in residence for nearly five hundred years.” “He must be awfully old, then,” Poppy commented, straight-faced. Beatrix snickered. “Go on, Win.” “‘Ramsay House,’” Win read aloud, “‘stands in a small park populated with stately oaks and beeches, coverts of bracken, and surrounds of deer-cropped turf. Originally an Elizabethan manor house completed in 1594, the building boasts of many long galleries representative of the period. Alterations and additions to the house have resulted in the grafting of a Jacobean ballroom and a Georgian wing.’” “We have a ballroom!” Poppy exclaimed. “We have deer!” Beatrix said gleefully. Leo settled deeper into his corner. “God, I hope we have a privy.

Nature had squandered an unreasonable quantity of male beauty on this undeserving creature.

And then another letter had come from Christopher, so devastating that Amelia wondered how mere scratches of ink on paper could rip someones soul to shreds. She had wondered how she could feel so much pain and still survive.