If a rock never moves,” her sister finally said, “the water wears it away all the same. I am being hurt, Jane, and if I stay still, Titus will wear me away. Sometimes I wonder that there’s anything left of me at all.
It was hardly the first time she had confused him. He knew just enough to understand that he didn’t understand her.
Every girl has dreams. Every woman learns to pack them up.
I believe,” he said, “that there is a special place in hell for those who steal truth. And that man – whoever he is – I hope he is burning there.
I’m not a fair woman,” she choked out. “I want impossible, contradictory things. I’m all hard edges, Sebastian. Hard edges and crumpled pieces and broken pieces of glass. There is no way for you to win this.
The road to hell was surely paved with cacao.
One could push a pack of truths together to make one despicable falsehood.
He knew that many of his compatriots avoided marriage at all costs. They saw matrimony as an annoyance, a wife as another person who would nag and prod. But when he repeated his vows, he heard “as long as we both shall live” and he hoped.
I’m Edward Clark. Born Edward Delacey. Now, apparently, Viscount Claridge.” He shut his eyes. “You can address me by my preferred title: you idiot.” Marshall’s eyes were narrowing on this. “What have you done to my daughter, you idiot?
Children who argue about Higgs bosons over dinner don’t get dessert.
She made her shoulder blades into steel, willing them to stay rigid against his onslaught. She was a thing of gears and metal, strong like clockwork, and she wouldn’t melt down into tears.
I hate having second thoughts,” he muttered. “Necessary, for second chances,” Dalrymple put in.
Robert turned to the man standing beside him. “Oliver,” he said, “how did you ever come to the conclusion that I was a worthwhile human being?” Oliver took off his glasses and cleaned them with a handkerchief. “What makes you think I did?
Violet,” he said. “How could I say I loved you and expect you to do something you didn’t want?
Standing this close to her, he could begin to see the difference. She was still looking down, still acting shy and quiet so that anyone more than three paces away would have no idea what she was saying. But there was a little more excitement in her hands. Her lips twitched, on the verge of smiling.
You really shouldn’t blame men for everything.” “No, just the ninety-eight percent of society’s ills they’re responsible for.
His cooking had always been excellent, but the addition of spite to every recipe had brought an extra level of brilliance.
British people love their non-British sauces, as long as they don’t know they’re not British.
Lucky you that you can plan and think and plot without pretense. That you can want openly, that you don’t have to stuff it all inside yourself to molder. Lucky you that you can lift your eyes to the sky without singeing your wings. Lucky you that you can consider the future without terror.
The question has never been who my list is about,” Jeremy told her. “It’s been about whether she’ll have me.