Eloisa James Quotes

I don't want Christmas season to end, because it's the only time I can legitimately indulge in on particular addiction: glitter.

Life should not be measured by time. The only thing that counts is how one uses the time one has.

We all think we have time, you know. It's this miracle substance and there seems to be so much of it, and then all of a sudden, it's gone.

Shame can kill the imagination. It's hard to keep writing in the face of cultural derision.

Let go of the anger, hang on to the good lessons.

Dogs come when they're called; cats take a message and get back to you later.

There's nothing I like more than meeting velvet clad peers while wrapped in a towel.

I would prefer not to throw myself on a funeral pyre. Please come back to me.

Life without a phone is riskier, lonelier, more vivid.

In case there is any question in your mind," he said, cupping her face with his hands. "What I want, what I most desire, the loveliest sight on this dark earth, is you.

A stale mind is the devil's breadbox.

I didn't realize you needed a response. When Hamlet is giving a monologue, he just goes on and on by himself.

He wanted to grow old with her, or not grow old at all.

Chess is the most intimate game in the world. It's like making love. By the time we finish our first slow game, I will know all his thoughts.

Piers looked up at him. 'You're new. What's your name?' 'Neythen, my lord.' 'Sounds like a terrible illness. No, more like a bowel problem. I'm sorry, Lord Sandys, your son has contracted neythen and won't live a month. No, no, there's nothing I can do. Sandys would have preferred hearing that to syphilis.

I have come to the conclusion that silence and time are the most precious commodities.

If you throw me out of this house, I shall sleep on the path outside. If you return to the Continent without me, I shall follow you. I will build a willow hut at your gate; I will sleep under your window; I will be waiting for you at your own front door.

You’re the only one for me. I came back from the dead for you, Daisy. Twice.

The books weren't exactly Linnet's general reading fare, but a desperate woman will read anything.

They were partners. She would always make impulsive decisions and he would make slow, reasoned ones. He would always be a little terrified that she would look at him with the scorn he saw in his mother's eyes. And she would always be a little terrified that he would look at her and not love her enough. In short, they were made for each other.

You are absolutely beautiful," Anne said. "But if you see yourself, you'll want to pin your hair back like a shepherdess in a bad play." (Eleanor) "Are you saying that I normally look as if I'm tending sheep? With straw in my hair? As if I might yodel?

I do believe that his given name is something odd. Peregrine, Penrose- Piers, that's it." "He sounds like a dock." Lord Sundron put in. "Mrs. Hutchins called me a light frigate this morning," Linnet said "a dock might be just the thing for me.

God Almighty, your ruined, and you didn't even eat the gingerbread.

Where did you go to school?” Piers inquired. “Your all together too literate for a butler. Most bulters I know say things like as you wish, my lord, and leave it at that. Our conversations should be along these lines: Prufrock, bring me a wench and then you would say, as you wish.

She still remembered sitting for hours as a little girl and pretending to be a hassock. A foot stool. Because if she could just stay very small, and very quiet, her mother would forget she was there, and then she wouldn't scream about people and places and things that had gone wrong.