324 Quotes by Cynthia Hand

Mr. Rochester grunted. “Miss Eyre, listen to me. I believe there is a string below your rib, and it stretches across class and age to me, and it is attached beneath my rib. And if you find another suitable position, and leave me, you will pull it out. And I will bleed.

But Tucker is my choice. I love him. That isn’t going to go away.

A string of very un-angelic curse words come to mind.

For everyone who knows there was enough room for Leonardo DiCaprio on that door. And.

Tucker strokes my hair. There’s something so tender about the gesture. It might as well have been him whispering I love you.

Jane became something of a walking thesaurus when she was upset, a side effect of too much reading.

Edward couldn’t imagine his cousin Jane with a husband and a child, even though she was sixteen years old and sixteen was a bit spinsterish, by the standards of the day.

It’s all me, the human part, the angel part. I love Tucker Avery.

She remained an ass for all the rest of her days, as asses typically do.