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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e1e0b07 | A lot of women want children." "Right," he said, coughing on the word. "Of course. But... don"t you think you might want a husband first?" "Of course." -- | Julia Quinn | ||
| 4bba276 | The youngest one," she interrupted. "The youngest son, I mean. The one who is unmarried." "I know who he is." "Very well, then. What is wrong with him?" At that she cocked her head to the side and waited expectantly. He thought for a moment. "Nothing." "You--wait." She blinked. "Nothing?" He shook his head, then shifted his weight a little; his good foot was beginning to fall asleep. "Nothing comes immediately to mind." It was true. She cou.. | humor marriage | Julia Quinn | |
| 7d120fc | This was killing her. She had to break the silence. This was not natural. It was too awful. People were meant to talk. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 8aa0702 | The Smythe-Smith musicale. Thankfully, it came around just once per year, because Hyacinth was quite certain it would take a full twelve months for her ears to recover. | Julia Quinn | ||
| c994b3f | I cannot feel like a duchess in my mother's sitting room." "What do you feel like, then?" "Hmmm." She took a sip of her tea. "Just Daphne Bridgerton, I suppose. It's difficult to shed the surname in this clan. In spirit, that is." "I hope that is a compliment," Lady Bridgerton remarked. Daphne just smiled at her mother. "I shall never escape you, I'm afraid." She turned to Gareth. "There is nothing like one's family to make one feel like on.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| efaca5d | If someone loved you -someone decent and kind that is- you had a responsibility not to trample all over her heart. And while he had no intention of hurting Emma, he knew that he could injure her just by not loving her back. Of course, maybe, he did love her back. But then again, maybe she didn't love him in the first place. She hadn't actually said as much. He couldn't very well love someone back if she didn't love him first. He could, how.. | romance | Julia Quinn | |
| 8c35139 | I like my parents," Olivia said. Sebastian shook his head, "A concept so alien I think it must be unpatriotic." | Julia Quinn | ||
| 8519230 | 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 bee.. | humor | Julia Quinn | |
| c28d25f | All of this presupposes that I have set my sights on a single male.' Susan's eyes bugged out. 'You certainly cannot set your signs on a married man!' 'I meant a particular man,' Elizabeth retorted, swatting her sister on the shoulder. | Julia Quinn | ||
| ce057ec | I like my life dull.' 'If you like your life dull, then that can only mean that you do not understand the nature of excitement. | Julia Quinn | ||
| b6cd745 | I want you. I want you now, in every way a man can want a woman. | anne-wynter daniel-smyth-smith smythe-smith | Julia Quinn | |
| eea96e7 | I thought you wouldn't want weepy words of love and all that.' Belle swatted him on the shoulder. 'Of course I do! Every woman does. Especially from the man she actually wants to accept. So devise some weepy words and I'll-' 'Aha! So you accept! | Julia Quinn | ||
| 0beebf3 | I believe we were discussing your dissatisfaction with life as the most popular man in London.' Her voice rose on the last four words, and Colin realized he'd been scolded. Soundly. Which he found extraordinarily irritating. 'I don't know why I thought you'd understand,' he bit off, hating the childish tinge in his voice but completely unable to edit it out. 'I'm sorry,' she said, 'but it's a little difficult for me to sit here and listen t.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 73c64ab | It was those eyes as much as anything that had earned him his reputation as a man to be reckoned with. When he stared at a person, clear and unwavering, men grew uncomfortable. Women positively shivered. | stare | Julia Quinn | |
| a88ebae | Sophie stared at the door, trying desperately to keep her eyes focused on anything but Benedict. She'd spent all week hoping for a glimpse,but now that he was here, all she wanted was to escape. If she looked at his face, her eyes inevitably strayed to his lips. And if she looked at his lips, her thoughts immediately went to their kiss. And if she thought about the kiss... "I need that thimble," she blurted out, jumping to her feet. There w.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 32d9d38 | You are a terrible liar, did you know that?" He straightened, tugging slightly at his waistcoat as he lifted his chin. "Actually, I'm an excellent liar. But what I'm really good at is appearing appropriately sheepish and adorable after I'm caught." What, Penelope wondered, was she meant to say to that? Because surely there was no one more adorably sheepish (sheepishly adorable?) than Colin Bridgerton with his hands clasped behind his back, .. | Julia Quinn | ||
| abb205b | Raw toast," Lucas said grimly, shaking his head. "It goes against the very nature of man." | toast | Julia Quinn | |
| 162f18e | One of us should save her," Benedict mused. "Nah," Colin said, grinning. "Mother's only had her over there with Macclesfield for ten minutes." "Macclesfield?" Simon asked. "The earl," Benedict replied. "Castleford's son." "Ten minutes?" Anthony asked. "Poor Macclesfield." Simon shot him a curious look. "Not that Daphne is such a chore," Anthony quickly added, "but when Mother gets it in her head to, ah . . ." "Pursue," Benedict fille.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 3a6fc59 | Standing still is always more tiring than walking | Julia Quinn | ||
| 0957c24 | What the world calls failure, I call learning. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 8248882 | Crendendo Vides: By Believing, One Sees | Alan Dean Foster | ||
| 4192cab | It is you," Ren murmured. His words unsettled her: Not for the first time, he seemed to know more about her than she did about herself." | Alan Dean Foster | ||
| 5a61769 | Monsieur, if a wife's nature loathes that of the man she is wedded to, marriage must be slavery. Against slavery all right thinkers revolt, and though torture be the price of resistance, torture must be dared: though the only road to freedom lie through the gates of death, those gates must be passed; for freedom is indispensable. Then, monsieur, I would resist as far as my strength permitted; when that strength failed I should be sure of a .. | mistreatment unhappy-marriage | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 7916c9d | St John Rivers: What will you do with all your fine accomplishments? Jane Eyre: I will save them until they're wanted. They will keep. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 12f6b72 | And with that answer, he left me. I would much rather he had knocked me down. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 247823b | Fair as a lily, and not only the pride of life, but the desire of his eyes | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 7a318e2 | That bitter hour cannot be described: in truth, "the waters came into my soul; I sank in deep mire: I felt no standing; I came into deep waters; the floods overflowed me." | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| ef8fee4 | It did not seem as if a prop were withdrawn, but rather as if a motive were gone: it was not the power to be tranquil which had failed me, but the reason for tranquility was no more. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| c09a3a0 | My spirits were excited, and with pleasure and ease I talked to him during supper, and for a long time after. There was no harassing restraint, no repressing of glee and vivacity with him; for with him I was at perfect ease, because I knew I suited him; all I said or did seemed either to console or revive him. Delightful consciousness! It brought to life and light my whole nature: in his presence I thoroughly lived; and he lived in mine. | love | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 74b47ae | No man likes to acknowledge that he has made a mistake in the choice of his profession, and every man, worthy of the name, will row long against wind and tide before he allows himself to cry out, 'I am baffled!' and submits to be floated passively back to land. | life profession | Charlotte Brontë | |
| bfec428 | My rest might have been blissful enough, only a sad heart broke it. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 4de1902 | Say whatever your memory suggests is true; but add nothing and exaggerate nothing. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 44bb8de | Nor did I reflect that some herbs, "though scentless when entire, yield fragrance when they're bruised." -- | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 5108b0e | It was in looking up at him her aspect had caught its lustre - the light repeated in her eyes beamed first out of his. | paulina requited-love villette | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 7cfd556 | tlk hy lsbyl lty tnthjh l'Hdth fy hdhh lHy@. fm n ystqr lmqm blmr fy mwTnin mn mwTn lstrH@ bhyj, HtaW~ yd`wh Swtun m l~ lnhwD wlrtHl. l'n s`@ lrH@ qd nqDt. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| bb88cc4 | I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you--especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous Channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I shoul.. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 2a31dd0 | Relinquish! What! my vocation? My great work? My foundation laid on earth for a mansion in heaven? My hopes of being numbered in the band who have merged all ambitions in the glorious one of bettering their race - of carrying knowledge into the realms of ignorance - of substituting peace for war - freedom for bondage - religion for superstition - the hope of heaven for the fear of hell? Must I relinquish that? It is dearer than the blood in.. | goals-in-life | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 20e7714 | Love is real--the most real, the most lasting, the sweetest and yet the bitterest thing we know. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 113e6b9 | That night I never thought to sleep; but a slumber fell on me as soon as I lay down in bed. I was transported in thought to the scenes of childhood: I dreamt I lay in the red-room at Gateshead; that the night was dark, and my mind impressed with strange fears. The light that long ago had struck me into syncope, recalled in this vision, seemed glidingly to mount the wall, and tremblingly to pause in the centre of the obscured ceiling. I lift.. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| cb96576 | My constellations are not made from the stars, but from the spaces between the stars. The dark places. The open places, where your mind can travel forever and ever. | T. A. Barron | ||
| add0a70 | Hy gododin catann hue Hud a lledrith mal wyddan Gaunce ae bellawn wen cabri Varigal don Fincayra Dravia, dravia Fincayra (Talking trees and walking stones, Giants aare the island's bones. While this land our dance still knows, | T. A. Barron | ||
| 09d73dc | Well, this is the reason. We bow to the inevitable. We're not wheat, we're buckwheat! When a storm comes along it flattens ripe wheat because it's dry and can't bend with the wind. But ripe buckwheat's got sap in it and it bends. And when the wind has passed, it springs up almost as straight and strong as before. We aren't a stiff-necked tribe. We're mighty limber when a hard wind's blowing, because we know it pays to be limber. When troubl.. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 7388d02 | what will the South be like without all our fine boys? What would the South have been if they had lived? | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 5c6dbcf | For Ashley was born of a line of men who used their leisure for thinking, not doing, for spinning brightly colored dreams that had in them no touch of reality... He looked on people, and he neither liked nor disliked them. He looked on life and was neither heartened nor saddened. He accepted the universe and his place in it for what they were and, shrugging, turned to his music and books and his better world. | Margaret Mitchell |