Helen likes Brussels sprouts. How can anyone trust her opinion?
Matthew was the only man who had ever wanted her just as she was.
It’s none of your concern about how I lead my life or who pays for it. I don’t care about your opinions, and you have no right to force them on me.
I’m not as innocent as you might think. I’m very well read.
It’s no crime to be ambitious, particularly when you’ve started with nothing.
As far as being self-centered, you have no way of knowing how much I’ve done, if anything, for other people.
You have terrible judgment. You’re in bed with the last man in the world you should trust, and you’re about to make the biggest mistake of your life.” “Is this your idea of seductive banter?” “I thought I should give you one last warning. Now you’re doomed.
Life can be understood only by looking back, but has to be lived forwardly.
She’s not a lunatic,” Daisy told her sister. “She’s a New Yorker.
Not for the first time, Tom reflected there was no understanding women. It wasn’t that they were illogical. Just the opposite. Their logic was of a higher order, too complex and advanced to submit to a complete proof calculus. Women assigned mysterious values to details a man would overlook, and were able to draw piercing conclusions about his innermost secrets.
But Lachlan always reasoned that a teenage boy had little enough good sense as it was; a clout upside the head might knock it right out of him.
There MacRae was, disheveled and hatless, but breathtakingly handsome. To her pleased surprise, his hair had been cut and shaped to his head in short layers of amber and gold. He had the cool, sensual allure of a lost angel painted by Cabanel.
He had collected as many stolen glances as possible, knowing it was all he would ever have of her.
Besides, marrying you is the only way I can have Burton as my butler.
He could no longer deny that for the rest of his life, he would measure every other woman against her, and find them all lacking. Her smile, her sharp tongue, her temper, her infectious laugh, her body and spirit, everything about her struck a pleasurable chord in him.
We’re hideously rich, Annabelle – and I’ve got three older brothers, all unmarried. Would you possibly consider one of them? If you like, I’ll have one shipped across the Atlantic for your inspection.
Throughout the years Bowman’s efforts to change Daisy had been met with valiant resistance. She liked herself the way she was and therefore trying to do anything with her was like attempting to herd a swarm of butterflies. Or nailing jelly to a tree.
She was the most provoking, beguiling woman he had ever met. Thunderstorms and rainbows wrapped together in a convenient pocket-sized parcel.
Although Evie was far quieter than the rest of the family, everyone paid close attention whenever she spoke. For all her gentleness, she possessed a core of inner strength that had made her the center of the Challons’ world. And she was so kind that Keir couldn’t help but like her. When they’d first met, the duchess had stared at him for a moment of wonder, and then had smiled and embraced him with tear-glittered eyes, as if he were her own long-lost child instead of Kingston’s.
Every time she enters the room, we can all hear your heart beating.” West felt his color heighten. “Bugger off.
There’s nothing wrong about not knowing something. The stupid people are the ones who think they know everything.