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Wisdom told him that one did not share secrets until one was willing to hear them broadcasted.

The hand of a woman may be soft, but her reach is long. And its subtlety does not make it any less effective!

I deserve better - such a dangerous, mad thought for a woman to entertain.

Surely this is what death would be like: nothingness, oblivion, as the world continued to turn, heedless of her absence.

Why did she think she had the right to speak to him in this manner? Why did he constantly invite it?

You came for me," she whispered.
His hand wound through her hair, cradling her. "I will always come for you," he said.

It means that you are my freedom, love."
"Yes," she whispered. That was it exactly. "And you are mine.

I admit, that the brain does not govern the body as well as one might wish- else all men would be saints and hell would be empty of lechers.

Her spine wasn't really made of steel, after all. That was a silly saying, made up by someone who had never felt what it meant to be broken.

For poor taste in husbands, her judgment rivaled Anne Boleyn's.

Life will always give you a reason to look away from opportunities. But courage means grabbing them, no matter the circumstances.

Good heavens, ogling was addictive.

She had that kind of power, though thank God she didn't know it. She had no idea that she could light up a room like a lamp at midnight. He

Perfection was not always beautiful: sometimes, it was terrifying.

Might be a task as politically perilous to the former as the latter.

Let me be your villain

So you hate me now,' she said quietly. 'How convenient for you. As though everything I did for you no longer counts, because I deceived you.

Spoken often enough, words become [became] nonsense.

He smiled at her: he simply couldn't help himself. He was so glad she'd wandered into his house to kill him.

What a terrible thing it was to wish to be known, to be seen, when one's life depended on remaining unnoticed.

She did not feel anything so boring as beautiful. She felt fierce.

If a woman could win love with her body, the world would have no bastards.

Here, inside her rooms, as she stood naked before him, an enchanted silence enclosed them, profound and

Manners come down to a single principle, talk of nothing that might actually prove interesting.

Words are not the only way we communicate, you and I. They never were.

And the smile that lingered on his mouth now! Slow to spread, it assumed a mocking edge that - to her amazement - made her breath catch.

Miss Masters was not content with threatening to hire away his staff, oh no. First, she had to perfume it.

How could any woman's skin be so soft? It was as if the world had never touched her.

For what is love but a great rebellion against caution and sense?

If something frightens you," he said, "that means it's the best place to start.

If you bring out the worst in a man, that doesn't mean you're to blame for his sin.

For a woman's words to wound would require a man to listen first!

I've heard that sarcasm is no substitute for cleverness

You are ... beyond my imagination. It's a wonder you can be touched at all.

Only dogs and cowards licked the boot that kicked them.

Modesty, if you consider it, is the most unforgivable sort of falsehood: it's a lie that does damage to no one but yourself.

What modern art required was an imagination drawn to possibilities, rather than braced by smug presumptions.

Yours if you want it.
- Julian to Emma.

She had always loved him, after all. And perhaps he knew it. Perhaps he saw more than she had suspected. And despite it, he did not look away.

Mr. O'Shea," his wife said coolly. "Such language - " "One day you'll call me Nick." "One day I might call you Beelzebub. What of it?

He see's the world the way cynics do; Not looking for false Hope.

You will never forget?" He exhaled against her mouth. "I would wear you like a suit," he said hoarsely. "I would never let you go.

He was a bloody genius with these people, slicker than any confidence artist, more popular than whisky in a room full of Irishmen.

Was not love a terrible thing? One thought one had learned to manage it, and then it sprang free again, rattling its claws in one's liver.

The cat's tail was straying into her face again; she was forced to expel air in a most unbecoming fashion to avoid a mouthful of hair.

I trust only you and the dark always to look at me so honestly.

On a breath, he leaned forward. It was such a small space to close. Such an infinite distance to cross.

Kindness never cost me a penny," he said. "I see no need to hoard it." She

His slow smile might haved lured angels from heaven, flocking noisily, arms outstretched,happy to burn for him.

Taller, but from

Oh, this was a terrible flaw in her, this need to interfere and manage and fix things.

It was needlepoint, Mr. Burke. Tapestries are woven, you see, and I find it far more satisfying to stab than to weave.

It's very easy to resist men, isn't it? But managing to pick the right one
that is truly worthy of praise.

Everybody knew that he spent an hour each morning hopping about and kicking things like a maddened rabbit

He smiled. How kind of you to confirm what I already know. Perhaps next you will introduce me to myself. I hear I am quite popular.