Quotessence
Home / Quotes / Quote by Julia Quinn

Quote by Julia Quinn

“Blake looked around and gulped. He'd forgotten about the mess on the floor. Chamber pot shards, his shaving kit, a towel or two... "I... ah..." It seemed to him that it was far easier to lie for the sake of national security than it was to his older sister. "Is that a bar of soap stuck to the wall?" Penelope asked. "Um... yes, it appears to be.”

Quote by Julia Quinn

Book:To Catch an Heiress
Create image

Work

To Catch an Heiress

This book is a historical romance that follows the adventures of a protagonist who is motivated by wealth and status. The narrative revolves around the protagonist's pursuit of an heiress, whose fortune is the driving force behind the story. The setting is likely a period of significant historical events, adding depth to the romantic plot. more

Author

Julia Quinn
Julia Quinn

Julia Quinn is a renowned British author known for her romance novels. Born in 1970, she began writing in 1992 and has since published numerous best-selling books. Quinn's works are typically set in 18th-century England and tell a series of romantic love stories. more

You May Also Like

“Сравниться с ПХД может только наряд на кухню, но там все сразу обожрутся — дышать плохо, ходить того хуже, и уже трудовая страда не в радость. А трудовая — она страда, потому что на ПХД работают все без исключения. Ну, неодинаково, конечно. Одни перетаскивают кровати и моют пол, другие перетаскивают то же самое и носят первым воду, третьи подметают и крошат мыло, четвёртые — тоже крошат мыло рядом с третьими, но с ними не подметают, пятые — всеми командуют и всем показывают, как делать. Ну, шестые командуют пятыми. Ну, пускай седьмые дают общие указания шестым, сверху, так сказать. Но даже те, кто лишь пьёт в каптёрке чиф, помнят о ПХД. Пьют и помнят. Никто не остаётся совершенно в стороне.”

ArmySocial JusticeSoapCleanliness Is Next To Godliness
Book:Несгибаемая рота, или Сны полка
Create image

“After Twiss went out the barn, Milly went up to their bedroom with the brown paper bag. She looked out the window before she turned it upside down and the bars of lavender soap shaped like seashells and the card shaped like a rectangle came tumbling out. Asa's name graced the front of the card. A note graced the back. 'I know why you did it, Milly. Bella swings a golf club just like him.' Milly sat a long time on her old twin mattress, staring at the fleur-de-lis carved into the headboard, at the life that didn't belong to her and the life that did, before she placed the soaps beneath the velvet tray in her jewelry box and closed it. She never washed her hands with a single one of the seashell-shaped soaps, although from time to time, when Twiss had gone for a walk or to the barn, she'd open her jewelry box and examine her only secret. 'La joie de vivre.' The scent of lavender. Forgiveness. Age-old love.”

LoveForgivenessSoapLavenderAge OldMilly And Asa
Book:The Bird Sisters
Create image

“Her hand closed on a smooth, round object, something resembling a marble egg. It was a miniature bar of lotus soap, still in its wrapper, bought on their last trip to the 'hammam'. The public bathhouse had been a favorite spot of theirs, a place the three of them liked to go to on Thursdays, the day before the Iranian weekend. Marian held the soap to her nose. She took a deep breath, inhaling the downy scent of mornings spent washing and scrubbing with rosewater and lotus products. All at once she heard the laughter once again, the giggles of women making the bathing ritual a party more than anything else. The 'hammam' they had attended those last years in Iran was situated near their apartment in central Tehran. Although not as palatial as the turquoise and golden-domed bathhouse of their childhood, it was still a grand building of hot pools and steamy balconies, a place of gossip and laughter. The women of the neighborhood would gather there weekly to untangle their long hair with tortoiseshell combs and lotus powder, a silky conditioner that left locks gleaming like onyx uncovered. For pocket change, a 'dalak' could be hired by the hour. These bathhouse attendants, matronly and humorous for all their years spent whispering local chatter, would scrub at tired limbs with loofahs and mitts of woven Caspian seaweed. Massages and palm readings accompanied platters of watermelon and hot jasmine tea, the afternoons whiled away with naps and dips in the perfumed aqueducts regulated according to their hot and cold properties.”

MemorySoapScentsMarjan AminpourHair CareBathhouseBath Products
Book:Rosewater and Soda Bread
Create image