Jill Barnett > Quotes

“‎Odd how a man who never smiled could make her feel things she didn't know existed. He held her heart in his hands. From the moment she saw him, some thread had linked them together.”
― Jill Barnett, Bewitching

“What kind of girl reads Wealth of Nations for fun?”
She closed the book and looked at the front jacket, then at him. “It’s a shame really. I had nothing else to read. I left all my Barbie comic books at home.”
― Jill Barnett, The Days of Summer

“Those last three words said it all, brought the situation into sharp focus. Yawning before him was the chasm of English social class—the very system he was taught to respect. He felt the burden of his title more at that moment than at any other. And he suddenly saw the ludicrousness of the notion that one human being was better than another, of the belief that a title—an ancient trophy granted at the whim of a king—and a subsequent accident of birth made one man more deserving respect than another. There was insanity in that concept and in the fact that it was so readily accepted by an immoral world.”
― Jill Barnett, Bewitching

“why did you tell me to look on the 'other' table instead of 'that' table?”
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“I was certain I told you the king was coming.”

She planted her hands on her hips. “You did not tell me the king was coming.”

“I remember telling you there would be only one more delay until we would marry. That day on the battlements. I remember it distinctly.”

“Aye, you did say that, but you failed to mention that the ‘one thing’ was the king of England.”

“Well, now you know,” he said casually, as if he were speaking of the time of day or the color of the sky and not something as important as a royal visit. “He is coming tomorrow,” he added. “For our wedding.”
― Jill Barnett, Wonderful

“Lady Clio’s father claimed her pale silvery hair was her greatest asset…or perhaps his greatest asset, considering he had the duty to see her wed to some poor unsuspecting fool.

... According to the Church, the color of a woman’s hair bespoke her true nature. The men empowered by the Church based this theory on the conclusion that hair grew directly from the brain. ... [And] a woman with light hair was perfect.

Unfortunately, those men of the Church did not know Clio. Like a field of golden buttercups that hides a prickly hedgehog, Lady Clio’s hair hid her true nature.”
― Jill Barnett, Wonderful

“It seemed that unbeknownst to her father, the lecherous bishop had chased Clio for the entire previous week and had foolishly cornered her on the staircase, where he stole a kiss and squeezed her small breasts. So when it came time to doctor him, she had smiled sweetly and stitched up his wound in the shape of three sixes, the sign of the devil.”
― Jill Barnett, Wonderful

“I don't need liquor to color the world”
― Jill Barnett, Imagine

“Tis not fair, you know. I have no life left, not even enough to get up, and you are footslogging around this chamber as if you have fire under your…” She paused.

“My what?” He was grinning at her.

“Your big feet.”

He laughed loud and heartily and tossed the towel aside. “You know what the old wives say about big feet.”
― Jill Barnett, Wonderful

“Your Grace,” he said, bowing as if it was perfectly normal for him to have an ermine weasel clinging to him like a leech.”
― Jill Barnett, Bewitching

“The Lord says her head must be pointed toward Golgotha.”

The man was crazed. Merrick just looked at him blankly.

“Calvary,” the good brother explained. “’Tis the hill where Christ was—”

“I bloody well know where Golgotha is, you idiot! I’ve been there! Now get out of this room before I crucify you!”
― Jill Barnett, Wonderful

“Poor human nature, so richly endowed with nerves of anguish, so splendidly made for pain and sorrow, is but slenderly equipped for joy. —George Du Maurier”
― Jill Barnett, Bewitching

“After all, as the old Scot saying went, there wasn’t much guile in a heart that was singing.”
― Jill Barnett, Bewitching

“I can’t walk away from someone I love without saying ‘I love you’ one last time. I’ve known how very
much I’ve loved you for a long time. You think I’m a child and I know nothing about the world or about
love. But I know about love. I know about loss. And I know about loneliness, and goodbyes, and about
never being able to voice those feelings again.
“Perhaps you’ve said those words, Richard, and don’t mean them. But I never have.”
― Jill Barnett, Dreaming

“She slowly began to hum her personal favorite,not even realizing when instinctively she began to sing the lyrics:"hush,little baby,don't say a word.If that mockingbird don't sing,papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring.If that diamond ring don't" "Do me a favor.Pretend you're that mockingbird and shut up" one angry,bloodshot eye glared at her. "I was just trying to help" "Help what? bring down the walls of the hut with your screeching?”
― Jill Barnett

“Her dreams felt so far out of reach. She’d faced one of them tonight, faced him in four-inch heels. But four-inch heels didn’t make her any younger. She couldn’t click her four-inch heels together and find her true way home. Four inches didn’t bring her any closer to happiness. Four inches didn’t erase the past.”
― Jill Barnett, The Days of Summer

“I leaned my back against an oak Thinking it was a trusty tree. But first it bent, And then it broke And let me down as my love did me. —”The Water Is Wide,” traditional folk song”
― Jill Barnett, Wild

“For it was there, among the fanciful beasts, under all the glimmering stars in the clear night sky, and amidst a sprinkling of pink rose petals that the Duke and Duchess of Belmore made magic.”
― Jill Barnett, Bewitching

“Merrick swilled down the rest of his ale. A strange heat traveled from his belly to loins to his head. ’Twas like his blood came alive.…

…Since Clio was the bride, they toasted her lips, and her hips. They drank to her eyes, and her thighs. Her luscious meal fare and her glorious hair. Her small nose and her bare toes.

But even Merrick was surprised when he himself stood and bellowed, “Here’s to Lady Clio with her mouth full of sass.” … He grinned, then raised his cup high. “And her small, tight ass.”
― Jill Barnett, Wonderful

“his powerful legs in tall books,”
― Jill Barnett, My Something Wonderful

“I say this is about as close to perfect as anything can be. Good God, hellion, I don’t think I could take much more perfection and live through it.” “Every”
― Jill Barnett, Dreaming

“her”
― Jill Barnett, Carried Away

“A hurtful act is the transference to others of the degradation which we bear in ourselves. —Simone Well”
― Jill Barnett, The Days of Summer

“It’s much harder to find the strength to live your life when those you love are gone.” He”
― Jill Barnett, Dreaming

“And They Lived Happily Ever After Should all men pile their joys up on a single spot, mine would surpass them all. —Juventius”
― Jill Barnett, Bewitching

“Wickedness is a myth invented by good people to account for the curious attractiveness of others. —Oscar Wilde”
― Jill Barnett, Wicked

“Seymour”
― Jill Barnett, Bewitching

“every few minutes. Harrington did it”
― Jill Barnett, Sentimental Journey

“Her gave her a”
― Jill Barnett, Dreaming

“shocked second, glanced”
― Jill Barnett, Bewitching