Julia Quinn Quotes

In every life there is a turning point.

A moment so tremendous, so sharp and clear that one feels as if one's been hit in the chest, all the breath knocked out, and one knows, absolutely knows without the merest hint of a shadow of a doubt that one's life will never be the same.

Love's about finding the one person who makes your heart complete.

Who makes you a better person than you ever dreamed you could be. Its about looking in the eyes of your wife and knowing all the way to your bones that she's simply the best person you've ever known.

She was petite, small in that way that made a man want to slay dragons.

It wasn‟t even desire. It was far more than that. It was love. Love. With a capital L and swirly script and hearts and flowers and whatever else the angels— and yes, all those annoying little cupids—wished to use for embellishment.

Society is capricious and rewards the bad as often as the good. But it never rewards the quiet.

Don't settle. Know what you want and reach for it. And if you don't know what you want, be patient. The answers will come to you in time, and you may find that your heart s desire has been right under your nose all the while.

I vow to spend the rest of my life keeping your hands and feet warm.

I don't know whether to toss you through that window or shake your hand and say 'Well done'" Henry said in a tired voice.

And, she was able to tell herself with some satisfaction, the man in question - one Colin Bridgerton - felt precisely the same way.... ....His earth shook, his heart leaped, and Penelope knew without a doubt that his breath was taken away as well. For a good ten seconds. Falling off a horse tended to do that to a man.

She hated that she was still so desperate for a glimpse of him, but it had been this way for years.

Of course none of those men was suitable.

Half were after your fortune, and as for the other half—well, you would have reduced them to tears within a month.” “Such tenderness for your youngest child,” Hyacinth muttered. “It quite undoes me.

Sometimes Hen...I think I would give my life just for one of your smiles.

It suddenly made sense. Only twice in his life had he felt this inexplicable, almost mystical attraction to a woman. He’d thought it remarkable, to have found two, when in his heart he’d always believed there was only one perfect woman out there for him. His heart had been right. There was only one.

In three days," he continued, "I will be your husband.

I will take a solemn vow to protect you until death do us part. Do you understand what that means?" "You'll save me from marauding minotaurs?

I can imagine no greater bliss than to lie about, reading novels all day.

He sucked his lips in an attempt not to laugh.

"Aren't you Spanish?" She raised one arm in a salute. "Viva la Queen Isabella!" "I see. Then why are you speaking with a French accent?

I love you with everything I am, everything I've been, and everything I hope to be. I love you with my past, and I love you for my future. I love you for the children we'll have and for the years we'll have together. I love you for every one of my smiles and even more, for every one of your smiles.

It was heaven. Forget angels, forget St. Peter and glittering harpsichords. Heaven was a dance in the arms of one's true love.

As his hands moved to his trousers, he saw that she was pulling the bedsheets over her. "Don't," he said, barely recognizing his own voice. Her eyes met his, and he said, "I'll be your blanket".

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

She smelled like England, of soft rain and sun-kissed meadows.

And she felt like the best kind of heaven. He wanted to wrap himself around, bury himself within her, and stay there for all of his days. He hadn’t had a drop to drink in three years, but he was intoxicated now, bubbling with a lightness he’d never thought to feel again.

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.

But looking beautiful isn't, I think, as important as feeling beautiful.

This has to be the most self-centered thing I've ever said, but no, I think you just wanted to vex me.

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 couldn't coexist in a world with one of Colin's smiles.

Daniel held himself very still, waiting for the wave of jealousy that never came. He was furious with the man who’d taken advantage of her innocence, but he did not feel jealous. He did not need to be her first, he realized. He simply needed to be her last. Her only.

Anthony looked down at his evil clutches -- hands, he reminded himself, hands -- and grinned anew.

I thought you wanted food," she gasped.

"I do," he murmured, tugging on the bodice of her dress. "But I want you more.

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.

It's the curse of motherhood. You're required to love us even when we vex you.

Mother,” Hyacinth said with a great show of solicitude, “you know I love you dearly—” “Why is it,” Violet pondered, “that I have come to expect nothing good when I hear a sentence beginning in that manner?

The look Anthony shot at his sister was so comically malevolent Simon nearly laughed. He managed to restrain himself, but mostly just because he was fairly certain that any show of humor would cause Anthony's fist to lose its battle with his brain, with Simon's face emerging as the conflict's primary casualty.

Where is he? Bridgerton!" he bellowed.

Three chestnut heads swiveled in his direction. Simon stomped across the grass, murder in his eyes. "I meant the idiot Bridgerton." "That, I believe," Anthony said mildly, tilting his chin toward Colin, "would refer to you.

People will think you're courting me.' 'Nonsense, everyone knows I don't court respectable women.

I don't like your tone," was Violet's standard answer when one of her children was winning an argument.

My mother is convinced that yellow is a happy color and that a happy girl would get a husband. -Penelope Featherington

Caroline, do you value your neck?" "Yes, I'm rather fond of it.

Why?" "Because if you don't shut up, I'm going to wring it.

Because if he looked like he was unaffected by her smile, then she would not realize that, in actuality, he was in an utter panic because somewhere deep down inside he’d realized that his life had just changed forever.

No man of any intelligence would pretend to know a female mind.

Nonetheless, I can't help but be flattered that you noticed the latest addition to my collection," he said. She rolled her eyes. "Because personal injuries are such a dignified thing to collect." "Are all governesses so sarcastic?

I can't imagine a romance novel published today where the hero rapes the heroine and she falls in love with him.

Miss Wynter, I think you should be the evil queen,” Harriet said.

“There’s an evil queen?” Daniel echoed. With obvious delight. “Of course,” Harriet replied. “Every good play has an evil queen.” Frances actually raised her hand. “And a un—” “Don’t say it,” Elizabeth growled. Frances crossed her eyes, put her knife to her forehead in an approximation of a horn, and neighed.

Until you've lived through all that," he said, "don't you ever complain about what we have. Because to me... to me..." He choked on the words, but he barely paused before he continued. "This - us - is heaven. I can't bear to hear you say otherwise.

But she was already in. Gareth couldn't help but stand back in admiration. Hyacinth Bridgerton was clearly a natural born athlete. Either that or a cat burglar.

He would not give her up,he could not.

For the first time in his life he'd found someone who filled all the empty spaces in his heart

No one knows as well as I how much nonsense is printed in books.

If he was planning to attack and ravish, he gave no indication of being in a hurry to do so.

Turner let his face fell into his hands.

"I'm never going to touch her again", he moaned. "He's never going to touch me again!" they heard Miranda roar."Well,it doesn't look like you'll have much argument from your wife on that point", Olivia chirped.