Scottish Brides Quotes

“Is it possible to be so happy for one person and at the same time be so sad for oneself? "Only the most generous in spirit can manage it. The rest of us don't know how to be happy for another when our own dreams have gone astray.”
― Julia Quinn, Scottish Brides

“You're insufferable." "Perhaps," he allowed, "but everyone loves me so well." She threw a piece of cheese at him. He caught it and popped it into his mouth, grinning wolfishly as he chewed. "You do like to throw things, don't you?" "Funny that I never felt the inclination to do so until I met you." "And here everyone told me I brought out the best in them." Margaret started to say something and then just sighed. "What now?" Angus asked, clearly amused. "I was about to insult you." "Not that I'm surprised, but why did you think the better of it?" She shrugged. "I don't even know you. And here we are, bickering like an old married couple. It's quite incomprehensible.”
― Julia Quinn, Scottish Brides

“As much as you vex me, I would like to see you locate your sister." His lips spread into an easy grin. "Why, Miss Pennypacker, I think you might have admitted that you like me." "I said," she said pointedly, "that you vex me." "Well, of course. I do it on purpose." That earned him a glare. He leaned forward and chucked her chin. "Vexing you is the most fun I've had in ages." "It isn't fun for me," she muttered. "Of course it is," he said jovially, leading her into the small dining room. "I'll wager I'm the only person you know who dares to contradict you." "You make me sound like a termagant." He pulled out a chair for her. "Am I correct?" "Yes," she mumbled, "but I'm not a termagant." "Of course not." He sat down across from her. "But you are used to having your own way." "So are you ," she retorted. "Touché.”
― Julia Quinn, Scottish Brides

“He stood there, silently, and listened to her voice, to the lilting brogue which, he suddenly realized, was the sound of home to him.”
― Stephanie Laurens, Scottish Brides

“You're insane," she breathed. Angus peeled off his sodden coat. "That particular refrain is growing tedious." "It's difficult to argue with the truth," she muttered. Then she looked up and saw what he was doing. "And don't remove your coat!" "The alternative is death by pneumonia," he said mildly. "I suggest you remove yours as well." "Only if you leave the room." "And stand naked in the hall? I don't think so.”
― Julia Quinn, Scottish Brides

“See?" Margaret smiled, looking terribly pleased with herself. "That's why you're in such a dither." His expression moved to the comical side of haughty. "Men do not dither." Her expression moved to the ridiculous side of arch. "I beg your pardon, but I am looking at a dithering male as we speak." They stared at each other across the table for several seconds, until Angus finally said, "If you raise your eyebrows any farther, I'm going to have to physically retrieve them from your hairline."
Margaret tried to respond in kind -he could see it in her eyes- but her humor got the best of her, and she burst out laughing.”
― Julia Quinn, Scottish Brides

“Angus felt himself filled with an age-old male terror -as if somehow his body knew what his mind refused to consider- that she might be The One, that somehow, no matter how hard he fought, she'd be pestering him for all eternity. And worse, that if she ever took it upon herself to stop pestering him, he might have to track her down and chain her to his side until she started up again.”
― Julia Quinn, Scottish Brides