Julia Quinn Quotes

Do I look like a mess?” she asked. He nodded. “But you’re my mess,” he whispered.

Be careful what you wish for,her mind thundered.

I keep waiting for the day in which everyone who loves Downton Abbey will realize they were actually watching a historical romance novel.

Just be quiet and accept the praise.

A man’s got to keep up appearances. I’ll be universally detested if everyone realizes how perfect you are.

It was juvenile, he knew, this need to assign blame, but everyone had a right to childish emotions from time to time, didn't they?

the unexpected moment [is] always sweeter.

You have a mother?" He quirked a brow. "Did you think mine was some sort of divine birth? My father was a remarkable man, but even he was not that talented.

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.

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

She had been born for this man, and she had spent so many years trying to accept the fact that he had been born for someone else.

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?

Love works in mysterious ways.

Never," he spat out, "kick a man who is pointing a gun at you.

A lot could happen in a week. Just look at the last one.

He was a puzzle. And Hyacinth hated puzzles. Well, no, in truth she loved them. Provided, of course, that she solved them.

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

You always get more respect when you don't have a happy ending.

Everyone has secrets. Especially me.

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

Elizabeth, you resemble nothing so much as a hen trying to hatch a book.

When the dead body said, "Good evening," Annabel had to face the grim conclusion that it wasn't as dead as she'd hoped.

There was a huge difference between dislike and disregard.

A duel, a duel, a duel. Is there anything more exciting, more romantic ... or more utterly moronic?

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

She needed him to be him. Even if he could not be hers.

It was one of those things that had to be experienced to be understood

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

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