The Darcy Monologues Quotes

“I'm trying to be a better man, Liz. Are you watching?”
― Sophia Rose, The Darcy Monologues

“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

“All novels are impossible.
We would not wish to read them if they were not. Can you imagine how dull a tale would be if it were completely founded in reality.
I declare implausibility a must if the reader is not to be bored to tears.”
― Caitlin Williams, The Darcy Monologues

“You might find Fitzwilliam Darcy in disguise, including his imperfections, as numerous other literary paragons and film icons such as Gilbert Blythe, John Thornton, Gabriel Emerson, Edward Cullen, Lloyd Dobler, Jake Ryan, Richard Blaine, Mr. Big”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“Although he is flawed, he is willing to change for the love of a worthy woman. And we adore him for it.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“And how are you bearing up, now that you cling to your bachelorhood by only the slimmest of edges? Will you mourn for it at all?”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“Sir, this gown, which my mother insisted upon, has cost my papa a great deal of money. I fear it would be unfilial of me to keep covering it up.” “Then, the sooner I am allowed to bear the cost of clothing you, the better.” “Why? Shall you be buying me many shawls under which to hide myself?”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“There were clothes, and then somehow, there were far less clothes.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“A vision of a breathlessly satiated Elizabeth in my bed—her tussled tresses, flushed skin—invaded my brain.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“But I was out of my mind heartbroken enraged not then master enough of myself to know what could or ought to be revealed.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“Darcy had the strangest urge to throw his head back and burst into laughter. That calculating glance—he had seen it oftentimes before. In the eyes of the Town’s matrons and their marriage-minded charges.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“A very different sort of prayer—most certainly not for the sick and dying—rose within him as his gaze remained fixed on the delicate wisp of hair curling at her nape, just underneath her ear. Chestnut brown with auburn tints, in the sharpest contrast to the creamy skin around it. Silky-soft skin, no doubt, warm to the touch.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“You…dream of me?” “Every night. With excruciating clarity.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“A slender form wrapped in a dark cloak that billowed behind her—very much like another apparition, the impression enhanced by their eerie surroundings.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“Let it be said it was a whirlwind courtship. Let it also be called unwise. But”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“Even now as she smugly arched her brow at me, her neck curving up to my inspection as she anticipated my reply—God in Heaven, but she was temptation personified!”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“When her pink tongue slipped out to taste her swollen bottom lip, I nearly cried out with sudden want again.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“Go, you beautiful girl. Go before I cannot let you leave.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“Show me Elizabeth.” The mirror flashed and she was there.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“She carried a bouquet of borage and dahlias in her hands. For courage and dignity?”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“Take me home,” she said. “To Pemberley.” And I obeyed my wife, my Elizabeth. The beauty who had tamed the beast of Pemberley.”
― Christina Boyd, The Darcy Monologues

“My heart quickened as she brushed one chestnut tendril aside then rested her gloved hand only a heartbeat from my own.”
― 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

“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

“Good Lord, when? Does her mother know?”
― 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

“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

“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

“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

“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