Christina > Christina's Quotes

“If love came easy, it wouldn't mean half so much.”
― Beau North, Longbourn's Songbird

“Your pain is your own until you put it to music, then it belongs to everyone. You'll find it lightens the load.”
― Beau North, Longbourn's Songbird

“The Very first moment I beheld him, my heart was irrevocably gone.”
― Jane Austen, Love and Friendship

“Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.”
― Jane Austen, Mansfield Park

“...the more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love.”
― Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility

“Accident ruled every corner of the universe except the chambers of the human heart.”
― David Guterson, Snow Falling on Cedars

“Transient orcas?” Beck leaned toward the monitor as images of whales flashed on screen. “Subspecies of killer whale,” said Ring. “Highly specialized. Extraordinarily lethal—if you happen to be a seal. Transient orcas eat only mammals. Seals, sea lions, sea otters, porpoises, other whales. Sometimes they’ll help themselves to a swimming moose or deer, as well. No fish, though. They hate fish.”
― Kenneth G. Bennett, Exodus 2022

“Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together?
Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.”
― Emery Allen

“The best things and best people rise out of their separateness; I'm against a homogenized society because I want the cream to rise.”
― Robert Frost

“There are a million ways a man can become a Mr. Darcy.” “True.” “But it takes an Elizabeth Bennet to see them.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“The idea that Elizabeth and Darcy would live happily ever after is a complete fairy tale.” “A fantasy.” “Yep. A fantasy that’s been perpetuated by women for two hundred years. The perfect Mr. Darcy.” “I wouldn’t say Mr. Darcy is perfect”—Lynley tilted her head, a mischievous grin on her lips, her eyes sparkling with humor—“he’s just forgiven.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“You don’t think that literature can be a reflection of real life?” “Sure it can. But, like I said, Mr. Darcy isn’t a reflection of real life. I think he’s been put on a pedestal. It’s irrational.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“I run. At least five miles a day.” When he saw her look of appreciation, he felt compelled to add, “Usually more.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“Closing her eyes as she swallowed her last bite, she licked her lips and exhaled her satisfaction. Darcy licked his lips, too, thinking he had never been so turned on by French toast.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“I will always remember her in that moment . . . her curls peeking out under her new hat, ruffled by the wind . . . the cinnamon freckles on her sun-kissed face . . . an expression of heartfelt delight shining from eyes I could gaze into forever. Never had I felt like I had come home.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“The irritation she displayed as she dealt with the heavy fabric made me smile. My lady had become accustomed to the freedom of men’s clothing and was not happy returning to female fashions.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“I will not allow this,” Jane said, her expression set. “I will not sacrifice one sister in a suicidal attempt to save another.” A gasp went through the room, followed by a shocked hush. Bennet’s eyes closed and she whispered, “Jane.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“The tiniest bead of sweat had formed at her hairline and the swell of her bust rose and fell rapidly, teasingly. A glimpse of a white bra strap was visible where her dress had moved in the dance and her thick hair was in some disarray. For an unguarded moment, I imagined it even more so. It felt wicked to look at her in this way, but I did. I could not tear my eyes away.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“I knew by the slim shoulders, exactly the right height, by the tapering body and now, the laugh, ringing out over the hubbub of Friday night is music night. That was her, sure as anything.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“My God, do you ever stop talking?” I felt her laugh as I kissed her throat, making a soft sound rise out her. “Sometimes. Give me a good reason.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“She’d kissed me. Eliza Bennet kissed me. I shook my head, feeling a smile tug at my lips. I took out the small mirror I kept in my desk. The shape of her kiss was there, branded in red lipstick. My fingers traced the curve of her lips before I took out my handkerchief and wiped it away.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“Well it’s almost midnight, and I aim to get a kiss from someone tonight. Don’t feel too badly if I’d rather it wasn’t you,” Charlie said with a laugh before getting up to join the ladies at the other end of the table.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“What was it St. Paul said? Something about it being better to marry than burn? I wondered what he would say about burning while married.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“Dearest? Are you awake?” I could feel her drawing near me, sitting up in the bed to peer over my shoulder. I continued my deception until she sighed and lay back down. “What a pity you are asleep when I am making such good sense,” she fumed softly. I smiled in my false sleep.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“wanted her and no force on Earth could stop my craving! When, at last, we parted slightly, I took no more than a moment to breathe and leaned forward to kiss her again. Imagine my surprise when my wife disengaged herself from my embrace and rose, her pink cheeks the only sign of provocation. “Now that was a proper kiss. Goodnight, Fitzwilliam.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“I smile and begin to chuckle. “Mr. Darcy, do you find my instructions humorous?” I look up to see the doctor handing me a slip of paper covered with unintelligible scratching.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“Hyde Park is delightful in the spring.” “They all sound lovely,” she said, lifting her eyes to his with a brilliant smile. “You are lovely,” he told her, tracing the tip of his index finger along the curve of her neck.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“Good Lord, when? Does her mother know?”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“I have already been once refused.” “By Elizabeth?” Mr. Gardiner cried incredulously. Pursing his lips into a thin, hard line, Darcy merely inclined his head. “Good Lord, when? Does her mother know?”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“Am I too early?” she whispered, placing her hands in mine. “You are quite late for my impatience.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues