Aria > Aria's Quotes

“So much of winning is waiting. The other part, though, is taking the shot when it comes. Unleashing all that momentum.”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King

“Sometimes you just meet the right person at the wrong time,”
― Josie Silver, One Day in December

“The point of stories is not that they are objectively true, but that the soul of the story is truer than reality. Those who mock fiction do so because they fear the truth.”
― Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold

“That's everyone's dream, isn't it, really? Instead of many who give you little pieces of themselves-one who gives you everything.”
― Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold

“Do not let those who cannot see the truth tell you who you are. You are the flame that cannot be put out. You are the star that cannot be lost. You are who you have always been, and that is enough and more than enough. Anyone who looks at you and sees darkness is blind.”
― Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold

“People are only invincible in books," said Cordelia.
"I think you will find most of the time, not even then," said Tessa. "But at least we can always pick up a book and read it anew. Stories offer a thousand fresh starts.”
― Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold

“How much is love meant to hurt?" he had asked his father once.

"Oh, terribly," his father had said with a smile. "But we suffer for love because love it worth it.”
― Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold

“I wonder sometimes if it is easier to be brave when one is young, before one knows truly how much there is to lose.”
― Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold

“Will sat down beside his wife and pulled her into his lap. “I am going to kiss your mother now,” he announced. “Flee if you will, children. If not, we could play Ludo when the romance is over.”
“The romance is never over,” said James glumly.
Tessa laughed and put up her face to be kissed.”
― Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold

“Not every bit of a good story is true,” said Lucie. Her cheeks were bright pink. The air had become chill; Cordelia pulled her cloak around her. “It’s the story that’s important.”
― Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold

“You love, and tremble, and burn. Do not let those who cannot see the truth tell you who you are. You are the flame that cannot be put out. You are the star that cannot be lost. You are who you have always been, and that is enough and more than enough. Anyone who looks at you and sees darkness is blind.”
― Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold

“You have to live each hour as if it's your last and each day as if you were immortal. - Kate Sheffield”
― Julia Quinn, The Viscount Who Loved Me

“A man with charm is an entertaining thing, and a man with looks is, ofcourse, a sight to behold, but a man with honor - ah, he is the one, dear reader, to which young ladies should flock.”
― Julia Quinn, The Viscount Who Loved Me

“I have to tell you it was the first time even after all these years of expecting my own death that i truly knew what it meant to die because with you gone there was nothing left for me to live for.”
― Julia Quinn, The Viscount Who Loved Me

“Simon stopped breathing until her forefinger touched his nipple, and then his hand shot up to cover hers. "I want you," he said.
Her eyes flicked downward, and her lips curved ever so slightly. "I know."
"No," he groaned, pulling her closer. "I want to be in your heart. I want-" His entire body shuddered when their skin touched. "I want to be in your soul.”
― Julia Quinn, The Duke and I

“It's the curse of motherhood. You're required to love us even when we vex you.”
― Julia Quinn, The Duke and I

“I don't like your tone," was Violet's standard answer when one of her children was winning an argument.”
― Julia Quinn, The Duke and I

“Heartache, Daphne eventually learned, never really went away; it just dulled. The sharp, stabbing pain that one felt with each breath eventually gave way to a blunter, lower ache—the kind that one could almost—but never quite—ignore.”
― Julia Quinn, The Duke and I

“Reformed rakes make the best husbands,"Violet said.
"Rubbish and you know it."

-Anthony to Violet”
― Julia Quinn, The Duke and I

“As his hands moved to his trousers, he saw that she was pulling the bedsheets over her. "Don't," he said, barely recognizing his own voice. Her eyes met his, and he said, "I'll be your blanket".”
― Julia Quinn, The Duke and I

“Daphne Bridgerton, I don't—"
"—like my tone, I know." Daphne grinned. "But you love me."
Violet smiled warmly and wrapped an arm around Daphne's shoulder. "Heaven help me, I do."
Daphne gave her mother a quick peck on the cheek. "It's the curse of motherhood. You're required to love us even when we vex you."
Violet just sighed. "I hope that someday you have children—"
"—just like me, I know." Daphne smiled nostalgically and rested her head on her mother's shoulder. Her mother could be overly inquisitive, and her father had been more interested in hounds and hunting than he'd been in society affairs, but theirs had been a warm marriage, filled with love, laughter, and children. "I could do a great deal worse than follow your example, Mother," she murmured.”
― Julia Quinn, The Duke and I

“When you smile it takes up half your face.'
'Simon!' she exclaimed. 'That sounds horrible.'
'It's enchanting.'
'Distorted.'
'Desirable.”
― Julia Quinn, The Duke and I

“Daphne felt something wild and wicked take hold. “Let’s walk in the garden,” she said softly.
“We can’t.”
“We must.”
“We can’t.”
― Julia Quinn, The Duke and I

“I knew nothing but love and devotion when I was growing up. Trust me, it makes everything easier.”
― Julia Quinn, The Duke and I

“no one thought her the least bit unattractive, but at the same time, no one was dazzled by her beauty, stunned into speechlessness by her presence, or moved to write poetry in her honor.
Men, she thought with disgust, were interested only in women who terrified them ... They all adored her, or so they said, because she was so easy to talk to, and she always seemed to understand how a man felt. As one of the men Daphne had thought might make a reasonably good husband had said, 'Deuce take it, Daff, you're just not like regular females. You're positively normal.”
― Julia Quinn, The Duke and I

“He made her miserable!" Benedict protested. "As her brothers, it's our duty to--"
"Respect her intelligence enough to let her solve her own problems," Violet snapped.”
― Julia Quinn, The Duke and I

“He knew that her eyes were made up of dozens of shades of brown, with that one enchanting circle of green constantly daring him to take a closer look, to see if it was really there or just a figment of his imagination.”
― Julia Quinn, The Duke and I

“His hands cupped her cheeks, holding her steady so that he might drink in the sight of her. It was too dark to see the exact colors that made her unforgettable face, but Simon knew that her lips were soft and pink, with just a tinge of peach at the corners. He knew that her eyes were made up of dozens of shades of brown, with that one enchanting circle of green constantly daring him to take a closer look, to see if it was really there or just a figment of his imagination.
But the rest— how she would feel, how she would taste— he could only imagine.
And Lord, how he’d been imagining it. Despite his composed demeanor, despite all of his promises to Anthony, he burned for her. When he saw her across a crowded room, his skin grew hot, and when he saw her in his dreams, he went up in flames.
Now— now that he had her in his arms, her breath fast and uneven with desire, her eyes glazed with need she couldn’t possibly comprehend— now he thought he might explode.
And so kissing her became a matter of self-preservation. It was simple. If he did not kiss her now, if he did not consume her, he would die. It sounded melodramatic, but at the moment he would have sworn it to be true. The hand of desire twisting around his gut would burst into flame and take him along with it.
He needed her that much.”
― Julia Quinn, The Duke and I

“She tried to say something witty; she tried to say something seductive. But her bravado failed her at the last moment. She’d never been kissed before, and now that she had all but invited him to be the first, she didn’t know what to do. His fingers loosened slightly around her wrist, but then they tugged, pulling her along with him as he stepped behind a tall, elaborately carved hedge. He whispered her name, touched her cheek. Her eyes widened, lips parted. And in the end, it was inevitable.”
― Julia Quinn, The Duke and I

“Daphne turned to Simon with an amused expression. “I can’t quite decide if she is being terribly polite or exquisitely rude.”
“Exquisitely polite, perhaps?” Simon asked mildly.
She shook her head. “Oh, definitely not that.”
“The alternative, of course, is—”
“Terribly rude?” Daphne grinned and watched as her mother looped her arm through Lord Railmont’s, pointed him toward Daphne so that he could nod his good-bye, and led him from the room.
And then, as if by magic, the remaining beaux murmured their hasty farewells and followed suit.
“Remarkably efficient, isn’t she?” Daphne murmured.
“Your mother? She’s a marvel.”
“She’ll be back, of course.”
“Pity. And here I thought I had you well and truly in my clutches.”
Daphne laughed. “I don’t know how anyone considered you a rake. Your sense of humor is far too superb.”
“And here we rakes thought we were so wickedly droll.”
“A rake’s humor,” Daphne stated, “is essentially cruel.”
Her comment surprised him. He stared at her intently, searching her brown eyes, and yet not really knowing what it was he was looking for.
There was a narrow ring of green just outside her pupils, the color as deep and rich as moss. He’d never seen her in the daylight before, he realized.
“Your grace?” Daphne’s quiet voice snapped him out of his daze.
Simon blinked. “I beg your pardon.”
“You looked a thousand miles away,” she said, her brow wrinkling.
“I’ve been a thousand miles away.” He fought the urge to return his gaze to her eyes. “This is entirely different.”
Daphne let out a little laugh, the sound positively musical. “You have, haven’t you? And here I’ve never even been past Lancashire. What a provincial I must seem.”
He brushed aside her remark. “You must forgive my woolgathering. We were discussing my lack of humor, I believe?”
“We were not, and you well know it.”
― Julia Quinn, The Duke and I