Romance Quote by Georgette Heyer — Inspiring Words on Life, Love & Wisdom

“If it comes to that," retorted Frederica, with spirit, "I am continually shocked by the”

“It is possible,” said Miss Marling stiffly, “that Frederick and not Mary will have the ordering of the journey.”

“Those fine eyes of hers had a disconcertingly direct gaze, and very often twinkled in a manner disturbing to male egotism. She had common-sense too, and what man wanted the plainly matter-of-fact, when he could enjoy instead Sophia's delicious folly?”

“My house seems remarkably full of people," he observed. "Is it possible we were expected.”

“I feel an almost overwhelming interest in the methods of daylight abduction employed by the modern youth.”

“You're only a man! You've not our gifts! I can tell you! Why, a woman can think of a hundred different things at once, all them contradictory!”

“We knew each other to our fingertips. No, that's not right. We only knew each other in our fingertips, and that was nothing at all, and for a while that was okay. We could have been a love story, a fairy tale, an indie film about high school and selective insanity featuring a boy of angel parts and a girl made of dreaming. We could have been all the best things: bracelets sliding down arms while shots slid down throats, laughter and crashing music in dark and flashing rooms, kisses that started hesitant but didn't stay that way.”

“A framed photo on a dusty bookshelf caught his attention; he moved closer and picked it up silently. A small girl with long blond hair was standing under a tree, her face tilted up in delight as its feathery leaves brushed across her face, framing it.”

“I love you. I love you. I love you. Always have, probably always will. Happy?” she said.”

“We've got a bond in common, you and I. We are both alone in the world.”

“She didn't know how to describe this feeling, this breathless languor. No one had ever looked at her the way he did, as if the sight of her might be fatal. Her lips had parted under the weight of his silent want, her mouth growing heavy with the sound of his name and a desperate, foolish impulse to whisper the word against his skin.”