“A romantic man often feels more uplifted with two women than with one: his love seems to hit the ideal mark somewhere between two different faces.”

“I knew you would do me good in some way, at some time–I saw it in your eyes when I first beheld you.”

“Thrilled with the knowledge that she loved me, it took me a moment to realize that she was angry. I found her tantrum irresistible.” #Ren”

“I don’t deserve you. I’m not made for relationships. I know I’m going to fuck this up. I’m going to drive you away or do something to hurt you, and you’ll be added to my list of people I screwed over. You should walk away now.”

“Jessica, you are a pain in the arse, do you know that? If I were not so immensely fond of you, I should throw you out the window.”She wrapped her arms about his waist and laid her head against his chest. “Not merely ‘fond,’ but ‘immensely fond.’ Oh Dain, I do believe I shall swoon.””Not now,” he said crossly. “I haven’t time to pick you up.”

“Scars are but evidence of life,” Coquette said. “Evidence of choices to be learned from…evidence of wounds…wounds inflicted of mistakes…wounds we choose to allow the healing of. We likewise choose to see them, that we may not make the same mistakes again.”

“I’m sorry, the message said.The theft was a violation of privacy. It was an unbelievable act of impudence and disrespect. Not only that, it was—baffling. He was murderous, incandescent with fury. He was older than sin and could not remember when he had last been in such a rage.He looked at the paper again.I’m sorry I had to take your penny. Here’s another to replace it.Yep, that’s what it said.One corner of his mouth twitched. He gave himself a deep shock when he burst into an explosive guffaw.”

“Never let a boy know you’re crazy about him. He’ll lose interest, and then you’ll be a loser.”

“Felicity,” Mrs. Featherington interurupted, “why don’t you tell Mr. Brdgerton about your watercolors?”For the life of him, Colin couldn’t imagine a less interesting topic (except maybe for Phillipa’s watercolors), but he nonetheless turned to the youngest Featherington with a friendly smile and asked, “And how are your watercolors?”But Felicity, bless her heart, gave him a rather friendly smile herself and said nothing but, “I imagine they’re fine, thank you.”

“She was not sorry. And if it was the wine telling her that, then she would tell the wine the same thing tomorrow. She was not sorry.”

“She answered with a passion I didn’t expect & I was lost. In that moment our hearts beat as one. In that moment I knew she loved me.” #Ren”

“I wrapped the unyielding woman I loved in my arms & kissed her slowly, hoping that some part of her would sense my absolute devotion.” #Ren”

“She’d fallen into a deep silence once, when the sun appeared, and it was then he’d wondered most what she was thinking.”

“When I met a truly beautiful girl, I would tell her that if she spent the night with me, I would write a novel or a story about her. This usually worked; and if her name was to be in the title of the story, it almost always worked. Then, later, when we’d passed a night of delicious love-making together, after she’d gone and I’d felt that feeling of happiness mixed with sorrow, I sometimes would write a book or story about her. Sometimes her character, her way about herself, her love-making, it sometimes marked me so heavily that I couldn’t go on in life and be happy unless I wrote a book or a story about that woman, the happy and sad memory of that woman. That was the only way to keep her, and to say goodbye to her without her ever leaving.”

“You are all dear to me. it is simply a matter of discovering who shall be the dearest.”