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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a684b33 | What did one say when a gentleman confessed to a shortcoming? She couldn't recall ever hearing one do so before, but surely, sometime in the course of history, some gentleman had. (Lucy about Gregory, On the Way to the Wedding, Bridgertons #8, by Julia Quinn). | Julia Quinn | ||
| 2f7db12 | I'd wager you have a vengeful streak a mile wide," he muttered. "I am the least vengeful person I know," she said with a sniff. "And if you think otherwise, then perhaps you ought not to marry me." "You're marrying me," he ground out, "if I have to drag you to the altar bound and gagged." Ellie smiled waspishly. "You could try," she taunted, "but in your condition you couldn't drag a flea." "And you say you're not vengeful." "I seem to be d.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 506274b | You can't fix this,' she ground out. 'That is not true. There is nothing anyone could hold over you that could not be overcome.' 'By what?' she demanded. 'Rainbows and sprites and the everlasting good wishes of your family? It won't work, Gregory. It won't. The Bridgertons may be powerful, but you cannot change the past, and you cannot bend the future to suit your whims ... You don't understand. You can't possibly. You are all so happy, so .. | Julia Quinn | ||
| c399d5f | I'm home'', he said against her skin, and she realized it was the truth. ''I'm home, too''. | love | Julia Quinn | |
| 0bf53c9 | Eloise, whose mouth was as sharp as Hyacinth's (though thankfully tempered by some discretion), had remarked that they had best get Hyacinth married off quickly or their mother was going to become an alcoholic. Lady Bridgerton had not appreciated the comment, although she privately thought it might be true. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 41751b7 | Would you care to dance?" he blurted. "Now?" She smiled adorably. "Is there music?" There wasn't. It was some testament to how foolish in love he'd become that he did not even feel embarrassed." | embarrassed foolish love music | Julia Quinn | |
| ec6a8cf | Daphne turned to Simon with an amused expression. "I can't quite decide if she is being terribly polite or exquisitely rude." "Exquisitely polite, perhaps?" Simon asked mildly. She shook her head. "Oh, definitely not that." "The alternative, of course, is--" "Terribly rude?" Daphne grinned and watched as her mother looped her arm through Lord Railmont's, pointed him toward Daphne so that he could nod his good-bye, and led him from the r.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 71a1741 | There were rules among friends, commandments, really, and the most important one was Thou Shalt Not Lust After Thy Friend's Sister. | rules | Julia Quinn | |
| d0aab88 | But you have told me," Elizabeth protested, "time and again, that the hallmark of civilization is routine." Lady D shrugged and made a fussy little chirping sound. "A lady cannot take it upon herself to occasionally change her routine? All routines need periodic readjustment." | Julia Quinn | ||
| 3593fc1 | You don't know," Anthony said, his voice low and nearly shaking with rage. "You don't know what he has done." "No more than what you have done, I'm sure," Violet said slyly. "Precisely!" Anthony roared. "Good God, I know what is going on in his brain right now, and it has nothing to do with poetry and roses." Simon pictured laying Daphne down on a bed of rose petals. "Well, maybe roses," he murmured. "I'm going to kill him," Anthony a.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 2b22810 | Have you noticed how [Lady Whistledown] describes me?' 'Er, it's almost always favorable, isn't it?' His hand began to wave again - rather dismissively, in her opinion. 'Yes, yes, that's not the point,' he said in a distracted voice. 'You might think it more the point,' Penelope replied testily, 'if you'd ever been likened to an overripe citrus fruit.' He winced, and he opened and closed his mouth twice before finally saying, 'If it makes y.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 70ac290 | He didn't know what he felt. For the first time in his life, his thoughts were a jumble, tossing and turning and writing over each other like an endlessly edited story. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 38b3451 | I simply refuse to deal with idiots...It has cut my social obligations in half. | idiots social-commentary | Julia Quinn | |
| 873a96b | I've come to think that if doing something simple or silly can give a person pleasure, then, by God, do it | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 0183a31 | Maybe that's what love was -- walking willingly into the unknown for the sake of the other. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 649cf92 | Love is so easily bruised by the necessity of making choices. | love | Susan Vreeland | |
| f01d9ab | People who would be that close to her, she thought, a matter of a few arms' lengths, looking, looking, and they would never know her. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| ce81967 | Amar es ponerse al cuello el nudo corredizo de la ilusion; adorar a alguien mientras pareces asfixiarte. Pero incluso el amor no correspondido, el amor fugaz, es mejor que nada. | novel | Susan Vreeland | |
| 8f1b57d | you just performed the improbable by doing the impossible. | Alan Dean Foster | ||
| 7ebfba2 | That which is beautiful is magnified by being shared with others.That which is painful is often moderated by being shared. Both are logical. -Spock | Alan Dean Foster | ||
| 5ee56b4 | The young activist who recycles Robert F. Kennedy's line "There are those who look at things the way they are, and ask why . . . I dream of things that never were, and ask why not?" has no idea he's a walking, talking cliche, a non-conformist in theory while a predictable conformist in fact. But he also has no idea he's tapping into his inner utopian.... RFK didn't coin the phrase (JFK didn't either, but he did use it first). The line actu.. | Jonah Goldberg | ||
| 43fa715 | Hope is sometimes fleeting, but always precious. Sad to say, when the battle began, most of my companions had no hope at all. | T.A. Barron | ||
| 0facf53 | Why is it that what we do know can save us, but what we don't know can kill us? | ta-barron | T.A. Barron | |
| 8a3041e | You think that by saying, 'I'm sorry,' all the errors and hurts of years past can be remedied, obliterated from the mind, all the poison drawn from old wounds.... | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| b587f35 | always save something to fear, even as you save something to love. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 15a68a5 | You know I don't read novels,' she said and, trying to equal his jesting mood, went on: 'Besides, you one said it was the height of bad form for husbands and wives to love each other.' 'I once said too God damn many things,' he retorted abruptly and rose to his feet. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 8263916 | She lay in the silvery shadows with courage rising and made the plans that a sixteen-year-old makes when life has been so pleasant that defeat is an impossibility and a pretty dress and a clear complexion are weapons to vanquish fate | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| a19aa64 | What did they know about you? I know you. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| f06c6f0 | I'm tired of everlastingly being unnatural and never doing anything I want to do. I'm tired of acting like I don't eat more than a bird, and walking when I want to run and saying I feel faint after a waltz, when I could dance for two days and never get tired. I'm tired of saying, 'How wonderful you are!' to fool men who haven't got one-half the sense I've got, and I'm tired of pretending I don't know anything, so men can tell me things and .. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 32adfcc | Kakvoto e schupeno - schupeno e. I az predpochitam da zapazia spomena za niakogashnata mu krasota, vmesto tsial zhivot da se primiriavam s puknatini. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 514e23b | Scarlett permitted the embrace - because in the dark smoke- fill the kitchen, there had been born a greater respect for her sister in law, a closer feeling of comradeship. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 9da4c19 | The faint of lemon verbena surrounded her, floating gently from Eleanor Butler's silk gown and silken hair. It was the fragrance that had always been part of Ellen O'Hara, the scent for Scarlett of comfort, of safety, of love, of life before the War | Alexandra Ripley | ||
| c586e57 | Her manners had been imposed upon her by her mother's gentle admonitions and the sterner discipline of her mammy; her eyes were her own. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 25da868 | Scarlett O'Hara was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught by her charm as the Tarleton twins were. In her face were too sharply blended the delicate features of her mother, a Coast aristocrat of French descent, and the heavy ones of her florid Irish father. But it was an arresting face, pointed of chin, square of jaw. Her eyes were pale green without a touch of hazel, starred with bristly black lashes and slightly tilted at .. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 10b9568 | In fact, the mothers of all her girl friends impressed on their daughters the necessity of being helpless, clinging, doe-eyed creatures. Really, it took a lot of sense to cultivate and hold such a pose. | helplessness ladies upbringing women | Margaret Mitchell | |
| 64b3ee1 | Melly couldn't say boo to a goose. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| e133abd | If! If! If There were so many ifs in life, never any certainty of anything, never any security... | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| db8a030 | Sometimes she thought that all the people she had ever known were strangers except Rhett. "Can't" | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| a8d96df | Then he had thought it all beyond her mental grasp and it had been pleasant to explain things to her. Now he saw that she understood entirely too well and he felt the usual masculine indignation at the duplicity of women. Added to it was the usual masculine disillusionment in discovering that a woman has a brain. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 601263d | It's only hypocrites like you, my dear lady, just as black at heart but trying to hide it, who become enraged when called by their right names. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 8fcfc6e | There was madness and magic in the slim body he held, and the lips turned up to him were red and trembling and he kissed her. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| bb23542 | Land is the only thing in the world that amounts to anything...for 'tis the only thing in this world that lasts, and don't you be forgetting it! 'Tis the only thing worth working for, worth fighting for-worth dying for. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| ed5b61b | The week passed by swiftly, like a dream....a dream where minutes flew as rapidly as heartbeats. Such a breathless week when something within her drove Scarlett with mingled pain and pleasure to pack and cram every minute with incidents to remember after he was gone, happenings which she could examine at leisure in the long months ahead, extracting every morsel of comfort from them - dance, sing, laugh, fetch and carry for Ashley, anticipat.. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 3cc0958 | I've felt that I was trying to row a heavily loaded boat in a storm. I've had so much trouble just trying to keep afloat that I couldn't be bothered about things that didn't matter, things I could part with easily and not miss, like good manners and--well, things like that. I've been too afraid my boat would be swamped and so I've dumped overboard the things that seemed least important. | gone-with-the-wind hardship | Margaret Mitchell |