Quotessence
Home / Authors / Julia Quinn
Julia Quinn

Julia Quinn Quotes

Author

Filter quotes by topic

AllSaidIfsMenKnowsThinkingHeartLoveWellsJulia QuinnLooksWayEyeFacesMotherWantFeelsHandsHyacinthsRomanceYears

Famous Julia Quinn Quotes

“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.”

HeartSaidInterestingImagineFineFriendlyBlessTopicsFelicityWatercolors
Author:Julia Quinn
Create image

“Why don’t you purchase an Italian dictionary? I will assume the expense.” “I have one,” she said, “but I don’t think it’s very good. Half the words are missing.” “Half?” “Well, some,” she amended. “But truly, that’s not the problem.” He blinked, waiting for her to continue. She did. Of course. “I don’t think Italian is the author’s native tongue,” she said. “The author of the dictionary?” he queried. “Yes. It’s not terribly idiomatic.”

ThinkingWellsSaidProblemCoursesWaitingHalfMissingAssumingVery GoodTongueNativeExpensesItalianDictionary
Author:Julia Quinn
Create image

“Milk?” Lady Bridgerton asked. “Thank you,” Gareth replied. “No sugar, if you please.” “Hyacinth takes hers with three,” Gregory said, reaching for a piece of shortbread. “Why,” Hyacinth ground out, “would he care?” “Well,” Gregory replied, taking a bite and chewing, “he is your special friend.”

IfsWellsSaidCareThreePiecesSpecialPleaseReachingBitesMilkSugarChewingHyacinthsSpecial Friend
Book:It's in his kiss
Create image

“Gregory,” she said, “you cannot leave me here. What if someone finds you and removes you from the house? Who will know I am here? And what if…and what if…and then what if…” He smiled, enjoying her officiousness too much to actually listen to her words. She was definitely herself again. “When this is all over,” he said, “I shall bring you a sandwich.” That stopped her short. “A sandwich? A sandwich?”

IfsKnowsSaidHouseEnjoyToo MuchRemoveWhat IfLeaving MeSandwichesIfs And
Book:On the way to the wedding
Create image

“Miss Butterworth and the Mad Baron,” Sebastian said approvingly. “Excellent choice.” “You have read this?” Alexei asked. “It’s not as good as Miss Davenport and the Dark Marquis, of course, but worlds better than Miss Sainsbury and the Mysterious Colonel.” Harry found himself rendered speechless. “I’m reading Miss Truesdale and the Silent Gentleman right now.” “Silent?” Harry echoed. “There is a noticeable lack of dialogue,” Sebastian confirmed.”

WorldSaidChoicesCoursesReadingFoundDarkMissingRight NowMadSilentDialogueMysteriousExcellentGentlemanColonelsSpeechless
Author:Julia Quinn
Create image

“"Are you all right?” he asked Olivia. His heart was still racing with terror that she’d been hurt. “I heard a woman scream.” “Ah, that would have been me,” Sebastian said. Harry looked down on his cousin, face frozen in disbelief. “You made that noise?” “It hurt,” Sebastian bit off. Harry fought not to laugh. “You scream like a leettle girl."”

HeartHas BeensMadeSaidStillsFacesGirlBitsHurtLaughingHeardTerrorNoiseRacingScreamIt HurtsFrozenCousinDisbeliefBeen HurtOlivia
Author:Julia Quinn
Create image

“Now I want you to listen to me," he said in a low voice, taking her chin in his hand and forcing her to look at him. "And listen carefully, because I'm only going to say this once. You are going to marry me before this week is out. Since you have conveniently run off to Scotland, we don't need a special license. You're just lucky I don't haul you off to a church right this instant. Get yourself a dress and get yourself some flowers, because, sweeetheart, you're getting yourself a new name.”

WantNeedsLooksSaidHandsRunningNamesVoiceChurchWeekSpecialFlowerLuckyLowsDressesInstantI Want YouScotlandLicenseChinsListen To MeMarry MeHaul
Author:Julia Quinn
Create image

“Not that I knew who you were until last month. But now that I've got you, I'm not letting you go." "You're not?" Blake stared at her in irritated confusion. What was her game? "Do you think I'm an idiot?" he spat out. "No," she said. "I've just escaped from a den of idiots, so I'm well familiar with the breed, and you're something else entirely. I am, however, hoping you're not a terribly good shot.”

ThinkingWellsSaidLastsGamesMonthsShotsFamiliarConfusionIdiotIrritatedBlakeDensLetting You GoSpats
Author:Julia Quinn
Create image

“She wandered over to the enclosed range, a rather modern-looking contraption that Cook had purchased earlier in the year. "Do you know how to work this?" she asked. "No idea. You? " Daphne shook her head. "None." She reached forward and gingerly touched the surface of the stove top. "It's not hot. " " Not even a little bit? " She shook her head. "It's rather cold, actually. " Brother and sister were silent for a few seconds . " You know," Anthony finally said, "cold milk might be quite refreshing ." " I was just thinking that very thing!”

ThinkingKnowsYearsLittlesSaidIdeasMightBitsKnow HowModernBrotherColdLittle BitHotSilentSurfaceCooksNo IdeaRangeTouchedDo You KnowSecondsMilkBrothers And SistersRefreshingStoves
Author:Julia Quinn
Create image

“Let me drive," she said, reaching for the reins. He turned to her in disbelief. "This is a phaeton, not a single-horse wagon." Sophie fought the urge to throttle him. His nose was running, his eyes were red, he couldn't stop coughing, and still he found the energy to act like an arrogant peacock. "I assure you," she said slowly, "that I know how to drive a team of horses.”

KnowsSaidStillsEyeRunningFoundEnergyKnow HowTeamRedLet MeHorseNosesHis EyesReachingUrgesArrogantDisbeliefSophieReinsWagonsPeacockCoughingThrottle
Author:Julia Quinn
Create image

“I am asking you to marry me because I love you,” he said, “because I cannot imagine living my life without you. I want to see your face in the morning, and then at night, and a hundred times in between. I want to grow old with you, I want to laugh with you, and I want to sigh to my friends about how managing you are, all the while secretly knowing I am the luckiest man in town.” “What?” she demanded. He shrugged. “A man’s got to keep up appearances. I’ll be universally detested if everyone realizes how perfect you are.”

IfsMenWantSaidFacesNightGrowsRealizingPerfectMorningLaughingKnowingImagineLove YouHundredMy FriendsTownsAskingAppearanceYour FaceLiving My LifeSighWithout YouMarry Me
Author:Julia Quinn
Create image

“Perriwickturned to Penelope as he set the tray down on a table. "If I might be so bold, my lady-" "Perriwick!" Blake roared. "If I hear the phrase 'if I might be so bold' one more time, as God is my witness, I'm going to toss you into the channel!" "Oh dear," Penelope said. "Perhaps he does have the fever, after all.Perriwick , what do you think?" The butler reached for Blake's forehead, only to have his hand nearly bitten off. "Touch me and die," Blake snarled.”

IfsThinkingDoeSaidHandsMightDiesTablesDearWitnessPhrasesMore TimeFeverForeheadsTossTouch MeBlakeButlersTrays
Author:Julia Quinn
Create image

“If you do not apologize to Lady Honoria,” Marcus said, his voice so mild as to be terrifying, “I will kill you.” There was a collective gasp, and Daisy faked a swoon, sliding elegantly into Iris, who promptly stepped aside and let her hit the floor. “Oh, come now,” Mr. Grimston said. “Surely it won’t come to pistols at dawn.” “I’m not talking about a duel,” Marcus said. “I mean I will kill you right here.”

IfsMeanSaidVoiceTalkingDawnCollectivesApologizingNot TalkingDaisiesPistolsIrises
Book:Something to Hide
Create image

“Daphne," he said with controlled gentleness, "what is wrong?" She sat down opposite him and placed a hand on his cheek. "I'm so insensitive," she whispered. "I should have known. I should never have said anything." "Should have known what?" he ground out. Her hand fell away. "That you can't—that you couldn't—" "Can't what?" She looked down at her lap, where her hands were attempting to wring each other to shreds. "Please don't make me say it," she said. 'This," Simon muttered, "has got to be why men avoid marriage.”

MenShouldSaidHandsKnownPleaseShould HaveOppositesSatControlledCheeksGentlenessAttemptingLapInsensitiveShould Have Known
Author:Julia Quinn
Create image

“Turn right up ahead," he directed. "It'll take us directly to my cottage." She did as he asked. "Does your cottage have a name?" "My Cottage." "I might have known," she muttered. He smirked. Quite a feat, in her opinion, since he looked sick as a dog. "I'm not kidding," he said. Sure enough, in another minute they pulled up in front of an elegant country house, complete with a small, unobtrusive sign in front reading, MY COTTAGE”

DoeSaidCountryEnoughMightTurnsReadingHouseNamesKnownOpinionMinutesDogFrontsSickElegantFeatsCottagesCountry Houses
Author:Julia Quinn
Create image

“I‟m going to kill her,” Francesca said to no one in particular. Which was probably a good thing, as there was no one else present. “Who are you talking to?” Hyacinth demanded. “God,” Francesca said baldly. “And I do believe I have been given divine leave to murder you.” “Hmmph,” was Hyacinth‟s response. “If it was that easy, I‟d have asked permission to eliminate half the ton years ago.” Francesca decided just then that not all of Hyacinth‟s statements required a rejoinder. In fact, few of them did.”

IfsYearsBelieveHas BeensSaidFactsGivenEasyHalfTalkingDivineParticularYears AgoDecidedMurderGood ThingsResponseStatementsPermissionHyacinths
Author:Julia Quinn
Create image

“And what renders him so unmarriageable?” Eloise asked. Francesca leveled a serious stare at her older sister. Eloise was mad if she thought she should set her cap for Michael. “Well?” Eloise prodded. “He could never remain faithful to one woman,” Fran-cesca said, “and I doubt you‟d be willing to put up with infidelities.” “No,” Eloise murmured, “not unless he‟d be willing to put up with severe bodily injury.”

IfsShouldWellsSaidDoubtWillingSeriousMadStaringFaithfulInjuryInfidelitySevereCapsOne WomanOlder SisterEloise
Book:When he was wicked
Create image

“Phillip looked to Eloise. "Perhaps introductions are in order?" "Oh," Eloise said, gulping. "Yes, of course. These are my brothers." "I'd gathered," he said, his voice as dry as dust. She shot him an apologetic look, which, Phillip thought, was really the least she could do after nearly getting him tortured and killed, then turned to her brothers and motioned to each in turn, saying, "Anthony, Benedict, Colin, Gregory. These three," she added, motioning to A, B, and C, "are my elders. This one"—she waved dismissively at Gregory—"is an infant.”

LooksSaidOrderTurnsThreeCoursesVoiceBrotherShotsDustMy BrotherDryInfantEldersIntroductionApologeticEloise
Author:Julia Quinn
Create image

“The two of you together are a menace,” Penelope remarked. “My aim in life,” Lady Danbury announced, “is to be a menace to as great a number of people as possible, so I shall take that as the highest of compliments, Mrs. Bridgerton.” “Why is it,” Penelope wondered, “that you only call me Mrs. Bridgerton when you are opining in a grand fashion?” “Sounds better that way,” Lady D said, punctuating her remark with a loud thump of her cane.”

PeopleWaySaidTwoTogetherSoundNumbersFashionHighestAimLoudCall MeComplimentRemarksMenace
Book:It's in his kiss
Create image

“Don’t look so upset,” Hyacinth said, once it was just the two of them again. “You’re quite a catch.” He looked at her assessingly. “Is one meant to say such things quite so directly?” She shrugged. “Not to men one is trying to impress.” “Touché, Miss Bridgerton.” She sighed happily. “My three favorite words.” Of that, he had no doubt.”

MenTryingLooksSaidTwoThreeDoubtMissingUpsetNo DoubtImpressHyacinthsFavorite Words
Book:It's in his kiss
Create image

“So he decided to stay out of it and instead turned back to Lady Bridgerton, who was, as it happened, the closest person to him, anyway. “And how are you this afternoon?” he asked. Lady Bridgerton gave him a very small smile as she handed him his cup of tea. “Smart man,” she murmured. “It’s self-preservation, really,” he said noncommittally. “Don’t say that. They wouldn’t hurt you.” “No, but I’m sure to be injured in the cross fire.”

MenPersonsSaidSelfHurtFireHappenedSmartCrossesDecidedCupsTeaAfternoonClosestPreservationInjuredSelf PreservationCups Of TeaSmart Man
Author:Julia Quinn
Create image

“Gareth turned to Gregory. “Your sister will be safe with me,” he said. “I give you my vow.” “Oh, I have no worries on that score,” Gregory said with a bland smile. “The real question is—will you be safe with her?” It was a good thing, Gareth later reflected, that Hyacinth had already quit the room to fetch her coat and her maid. She probably would have killed her brother on the spot.”

GivingSaidRealRoomsWorryBrotherSafeGood ThingsQuittingSpotsScoreCoatsVowMaidsBlandReal QuestionsFetchNo WorriesHyacinths
Author:Julia Quinn
Create image

“I’m trying to embroider.” Hyacinth held up her handiwork as proof. “You’re trying to avoid—” Her mother stopped, blinking. “I say, why does that flower have an ear?” “It’s not an ear.” Hyacinth looked down. “And it’s not a flower.” “Wasn’t it a flower yesterday?” “I have a very creative mind,” Hyacinth ground out, giving the blasted flower another ear. “That,” Violet said, “has never been in any doubt.” Hyacinth looked down at the mess on the fabric. “It’s a tabby cat,” she announced. “I just need to give it a tail.”

NeedsGivingTryingMindDoeSaidMotherCreativeDoubtFlowerCatEarsDown AndProofYesterdayMessFabricTailsVioletCreative MindHandiworkHyacinths
Author:Julia Quinn
Create image

“There,” she said triumphantly. “Like that.” He began to wonder if they were speaking the same language. “Like what?” “That! What you just said.” He crossed his arms. It seemed the only acceptable reply. If she couldn’t speak in complete sentences, he saw no reason why he had to speak at all.”

IfsSaidReasonSpeakLanguageWonderSawsArmsSentencesReason WhyNo ReasonAcceptableSpeaking The Same Language
Book:Something to Hide
Create image

“Miss Wynter, I think you should be the evil queen,” Harriet said. “There’s an evil queen?” Daniel echoed. With obvious delight. “Of course,” Harriet replied. “Every good play has an evil queen.” Frances actually raised her hand. “And a un—” “Don’t say it,” Elizabeth growled. Frances crossed her eyes, put her knife to her forehead in an approximation of a horn, and neighed.”

ThinkingShouldSaidPlayHandsEyeCoursesEvilMissingRaisedObviousDelightFranceQueensKnivesHer EyesHornsForeheadsApproximation
Author:Julia Quinn
Create image

“What about me?” Frances asked. “The butler,” Harriet replied without even a second of hesitation. Frances’s mouth immediately opened to protest. “No, no,” Harriet said. “It’s the best role, I promise. You get to do everything.” “Except be a unicorn,” Daniel murmured. Frances tilted her head to the side with a resigned expression. “The next play,” Harriet finally gave in. “I shall find a way to include a unicorn in the one I’m working on right now.” Frances pumped both fists in the air. “Huzzah!”

WaySaidPlayNextSidesRolesAirExpressionPromiseRight NowMouthsFranceProtestFistsI PromiseHesitationUnicornResignedButlersNext Play
Author:Julia Quinn
Create image

“He said he loved me,” she whispered. Daniel swallowed, and he had the strangest sensation, almost a premonition of what it must like to be a parent. Someday, God willing, he’d have a daughter, and that daughter would look like the woman standing in front of him, and if ever she looked at him with that bewildered expression, whispering, “He said he loved me . . .” Nothing short of murder would be an acceptable response.”

IfsLooksSaidWould BeParentFrontsWillingExpressionDaughterStandingMurderResponseSomedaySensationsAcceptableWhisperingBewilderedPremonition
Author:Julia Quinn
Create image

“Very well,” he said with a small sigh. “Ladies today are so very capable. It breaks my hea rt, really.” He leaned in, almost as if sharing a secret. “No one likes to feel superfluous.” Grace just stared at him. “Rendered mute by my grace and charm,” he said, stepping back to allow them to exit. “It happens all the time. Really, I shouldn‟t be allowed near the ladies. I have such a vexing effect on you.”

IfsFeelsWellsSaidHappensTodaySecretBreakGraceEffectsCapableLikesCharmSighExitMuteSuperfluousStepping Back
Book:The lost duke of Wyndham
Create image

“What happened to your face?" Harriet asked. "It was a misunderstanding," Daniel said smoothly, wondering how long it might take for his bruises to heal. He did not think he was particularly vain, but the questions were growing tiresome. "A misunderstanding?" Elizabeth echoed. "With an anvil?" "Oh, stop," Harriet admonished her. "I think he looks very dashing." "As if he dashed into an anvil." "Pay no attention," Harriet said to him. "She lacks imagination.”

IfsThinkingLooksLongSaidMightFacesImaginationPayAttentionWonderGrowingHappenedHealVainYour FaceMisunderstandingBruisesTiresomeAnvilsDashing
Author:Julia Quinn
Create image