Why why why was he being such an ass?
I love you so much it scares me. If I could give you the world, you know I would do it, don’t you?
Me?” “Yes, you,” Lady Danbury grumbled. “I’d be happy to talk with someone else if you could find me a body with more than half a brain.” Penelope choked on the beginnings of laughter as she motioned to her companions. “Er, I assure you that Lady Bridgerton – ” Lady Bridgerton was furiously shaking her head. “She’s too busy trying to get that oversized brood of hers married off,” Lady Danbury announced.
It isn’t wisdom to repeat platitudes.” “It is wisdom to know which ones bear repeating.
She loved him, and he loved her, and if there was anything more, anything else important in her world, it just didn’t matter. Not right there, not right then.
It had been the oddest sensation when she’d met him, almost as if she were a jagged puzzle piece finally finding its mate.
And in that moment, she knew she loved him. With every thought, every emotion, every piece of her being, she loved him.
Please just say what you mean. It is exhausting trying to determine what everyone is saying to me when it has nothing to do with the words that are actually coming out of their mouths.
But if she was destined to be alone, even with a husband at her side, then by God she’d be alone and strong.
Now she was a bluestocking and a hoyden.
He needed her the way he needed air.
You are the reason I exist,” she said softly, “the very reason I was born.
What he needs to do,” Angus wheezed, “is travel south to Kintyre, turn back north and cross the Firth of Lorne to Mull so that he can scoot out to Iona, sail up to Skye, cross over to the mainland to Ullapool, back down to Inverness, pay his respects at Culloden, and from there, he can proceed south to Blair Castle, stopping in Grampian if he chooses so he can see how a proper bottle of whisky is made.
There was little less appealing than being decisively contradicted while one was trying to make a grand point.
Change what you can, he’d once told her, and accept what you can’t.
He was hungry, needy, and he kissed her as if he would die without her, as if she were his very food, his air, his body and soul.
There is nothing wrong with doubting yourself, Hermione. Marriage is an enormous undertaking. The biggest choice you will ever make in your life. Once it’s done, you can’t change your mind.
She had long since learned that it took a fully formed miracle to get them to admit that a woman might be smarter than a man about anything other than fabrics, perfumed soaps, and tea.
The loss of hope versus the certainty of truth. It’s not an easy judgment to make.
The people here can’t know that joy. Their days are always perfect. Can one appreciate perfection when it is a constant in one’s life?